A/N: Homogentisic Acid: I know right! :( I still can't believe but here some more fluff and more to come :*

A/N2: Please excuse my typos (and point them to me through messages!) because I'm kind of a mess, I haven't slept more than 2-3 hours and I've lived off caffeine since yesterday no thanks to you-know-what. Anyways, here's a humorous and fluff filled OS.

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time nor its characters (sadly). However, I do own the idea behind this story and the characters that are unknown to the Once fandom, also, mistakes are mine too.


She was 5 months along when he first heard that loud wail. It startled him, had him jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom where he saw Regina standing naked and staring at her reflection in the mirror, tears streaming down her face. He was scared, his mind immediately went to the baby and his hands flew to her belly, he repeatedly asked if she was okay, if the baby was okay but she sobbed and hiccuped, giving him no answer. She didn't seem to be in pain though, just…crying.

He cupped her face and forced her attention to him, asking her again if she was okay and this time she shook her head but it wasn't that what almost surprised him to the point of fainting because of his rapid heartbeat. It was the fact that she threw her head back and bawled like a little child and what was she crying over? You would never believe it.

Her nipples being darker due to the change in her hormones.

He stood quietly, staring at her in disbelief. She almost gave him a heart attack all because her nipples weren't as light as they used to be before the pregnancy?

Dear God, give him strength and sanity to continue.

He sat with her in his arms for three hours, playing with her hair and rubbing her belly, peppering kisses over her face every now and then as he continued to assure her that her nipples were just as beautiful as they were before.

Not in a million years did he think he'd be sitting there assuring a woman that her nipples still looked great but weird things happen in this world and he just had to learn to live with it.

She was 5 months and 26 days along when she cried again because Emma claimed her cravings were disgusting but the blonde was right because who on earth eats their cereal with sriracha sauce? But that wasn't the worst of it. She ate so many things that tested his gag reflex, which included bananas with ketchup and pickles smothered with frosting. Yep, she ate that and enjoyed too.

He glared at Emma and rubbed Regina's arm soothingly, reassuring her that her cravings were not disgusting…while trying not to gag. Wonderful. But she didn't believe him, she continued crying and so he did the only thing he knew would work (and probably poison him too) He took a spoonful into his mouth and cringed but smiled and forced it down his throat, giving his pretend wife an okay that made her smile before offering Emma a taste too. The blonde declined but one look at Regina's trembling lip and she gave in, and boy did that make Robin happy.

Payback's a bitch, wasn't it?

By now you'd think he would either be used to it or it would've stopped. You wish. It got worse.

She was 7 months along when she was preparing a quick lunch for the boys one day, fixing them sandwiches and fresh juice to go along with when she headed over to the freezer to grab herself a few ice cubes and — unfortunately for Robin — one managed to escape and fell to the floor. For a whole minute she quietly stared at it in disappointment before starting to sob again. At the point, all he wanted to do was to bash his head against the wall. He heard women can get a little too emotional during their pregnancies but not this, he never thought being this emotional was even possible.

He learned by now that assuring her wasn't very helpful so he picked up the ice cube, washed it real quick under the water and tossed into his cup knowing she'd react badly if he threw it away, he smiled at her and thanked her for the single ice cube before pouring himself some of the juice and chugging it down, part of him wishing it was something strong because this woman was driving him crazy.


It went on and on this was. She cried over TV commercials, over getting a slightly burned pizza crust to even crying over the smell of her own baked goods.

He would never forget the day he walked into the bakery's kitchen to pick her up and found her crying, again (what a shocker!) He hung his head low and walked over to her, "What's wrong?" He asked with a sigh and she sobbed, pointing over at one of her two-tiers cake. He immediately thought that maybe she'd done something wrong and it was ruined but he inspected it and it looked perfect, just like her other cakes. "It's gorgeous, Regina." He told her, lowering himself to the ground and placing a hand on her knee, rubbing at it softly.

"I know," she whimpered and he arched a brow.

"Then what's wrong, sweetheart?" He frowned.

"It smells so good," she sniffled, blowing her nose again on her already used tissue before handing it to him and getting another.

The Brit looked down disgustingly at it and tossed it in the trashcan, wiping his hand on his jeans, was she really crying over the smell of the cake? "And that's a bad thing?" He asked, keeping his voice low and calm, talking to her in a way he would usually talk to children and she shook her head, it only confused him more. "Then what's wrong, baby?" He lifted one hand up, brushing her hair away from her face and behind her ear.

"It's for a client but now I wanna have some," she dragged the end of the sentence and he sighed. Of course she would cry over something like that.

"Don't you have any leftovers?" He asked and she shook her head. This is going to be tough, "Do you want me to bake you a small batch of it?" He offered but she shook her head again, telling him that it would take too long and she ran out of the frosting to have it along with it anyways.

If he ever ends up in an insane asylum, it would be her fault. He heaved out a breath, quietly thinking of something. He hated seeing her cry even if it was over the smallest and most meaningless things.

It took him a few minuets but then he got the most reckless thought, something he most certainly shouldn't do but he would to stop her from crying. He stood up, walked over to the cake with a knife and carved a small slice from the back. "What are you doing?" Regina exclaimed but he hushed her, she gaped at him as he brought over the slice on a small plate with a fork on the side. She didn't have enough time to process what he'd just done as he walked back to the cake and grabbed some more of the flowers and began filling the void with them and well, to her surprise the cake ended up looking even better.

No one would've suspected that there was a slice missing, until after they cut the cake of course but she smiled. His action made her blush. Just the fact that he would do anything to please her and put a smile on her face overwhelmed her with happiness. She knew, even though she couldn't tell him just yet. She loved him.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed this, more fluff to come, I promise!