I want to apologise for the terrible late update,guys these days had been crazy. Thanks to my amazing beta Mysterious-song this chapter is here. Thank you Zoe for being in my life.

As always I hope you enjoy the new chapter. And don't forget to thank Anny Rodrigues because this idea was hers.

In fewer than ten minutes she was at the cemetery and looking for him. She knew this place very well; she had used to come here quite often. Her vault was here.

Scanning around the quiet place, she noticed a person lying down on the grass next to a small grave.

Robin, it was him. And God, he looked so broken.

She instantly started to walk closer to him with unsure but steady steps. Her heart was beating fast, her fingers were unconsciously playing with her coat and her breath was quick and sharp.

He didn't seem to notice her presence; he hadn't moved from his place in the slightest.

Regina took a deep breath and walked around the small grave until she was in front of him.

She looked at the inscription carved into the marble headstone and couldn't prevent the tears gathering in her eyes.

'Beloved son, Roland.
Taken too soon;
Lost but never forgotten''

When she turned her gaze to Robin, she saw that he was sleeping. Her heart broke into pieces. Robin was sleeping near Roland's empty grave. This was more than she could handle.

She fell to her knees in front of him and started caressing his face. She couldn't ignore that strong need she had to touch him

''Robin?'' she breathed with a soft voice.

Robin opened his eyes, and when he saw her he wasn't shocked at all: something that made Regina's brows furrow.

''I thought I told you to stop coming to me in my dreams," he said, his voice broken as his eyes closed again.

Regina couldn't control her tears. How damaged was he?

''Oh Robin,'' she breathed, and lay down next to him with both of her hands holding his face. ''It isn't a dream; I'm here."

''Told you to stop saying that too,'' Robin responded, frowning and scrunching his eyes even tighter, refusing to believe that she was really there.

''Robin, please, open your eyes." She begged, lightly shaking him, "I'm really here.''

But Robin remained as he was. Sure she was just a figment of his imagination. Again.

Regina took a deep breath and moved closer to brush her lips against his, kissing him in a way that fell short of what she wanted, but enough to let her remember the feel his lips after their time apart.

Robin opened his eyes in shock.

''Regina?'' he breathed, scrambling to sit up, rubbing his eyes.

''I'm here, Robin,'' she smiled weakly at him, shifting to rest on her knees.

''You can't be real'' Robin whispered, tentatively reaching towards her. His fingertips hovered millimetres from her skin, afraid that if he tried to touch her she would just fade away in front of him and he'd be left feeling empty again.

Hesitantly, he closed his eyes and moved his hand, gasping when his hand encountered the warm skin of her cheek.

Robin choked back a sob and opened his eyes again, moving his other hand to cup her face. Then the dam burst and his touch was everywhere; squeezing her shoulders, travelling up and down her arms, grasping her hands, moving back to her face, tangling in her hair, trailing his fingers over her cheeks, her lips… everywhere, until he was satisfied she was actually in front of him.

''You are real,'' he breathed, tears running from his lashes.

''I'm here Robin. I really am,'' she assured him before moving forwards and wrapping her arms around him. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and cried.

Regina didn't do anything else, just held him closer to her; caressing his head, kissing his temple, holding back tears of her own. She had missed him so much.

Robin was crying loudly, he was digging his nails into her flesh with his fierce embrace to make sure that she wasn't a dream. Regina flinched but she didn't do anything to stop him; she needed this just as much he did.

''It's okay.'' She whispered, her lips against his temple, ''I'm here now, I won't leave you again.''

''I miss him.'' Robin said between his sobs, ''I miss my son, Regina.''

''I know,'' she breathed. ''But Robin we don't know for sure that he is dead. I promise you I won't rest until I find the truth; we will know what happened to him.''

She made the promise with confidence in her voice. She would do everything in her power to find Roland. Everything.

Robin leaned his head up and looked at her. ''I tried everything. I had the entire town looking for him for six months!'' New tears ran from his eyes.

''I know, but I will try too Robin. Maybe I can find something others missed.'' She reassured him. ''Now please, let's leave from here.''

Regina stood, grasping his hands in hers and tugging until he was standing in front of her.

''You left me!'' Robin whispered, tearing his hands away from hers and desperately trying to fight back more tears that wanted to escape from the corners of his eyes. He could clearly remember the last day he saw her; she had been packing her things, had refused to talk to him. In the beginning he didn't believe her, but when he saw her in the car, saw the determination on her face as she drove away, he knew.

He had shouted after her, found himself running, chasing the car, yelling for her not to leave him…

But Regina didn't stop; she left. Left him with a broken heart and an empty soul.

''You left and never looked back. Why? Why did you do this to me?'' Robin shouted angrily. ''I was running behind your car, yelling that I loved you. I tried to convince you to give me some time and you abandoned me!''

Regina couldn't control her tears either. She had never forgotten that day.

She had seen him in her rear view mirror and was seconds away from stopping the car and running into his arms. But something stopped her. She wanted him to be happy with his family, and she was a barrier to his happiness. She had to do it.

Regina took a few steps forward in her effort to take him in her arms but Robin took the same amount of steps away from her, feeling too angry to let her.

She noticed it and started to talking, trying to close the emotional distance before she tried to close the physical one.

''I wanted you to have your family back, without me in your life Robin,'' she explained. ''It was painful for me too,'' Her voice fell to a whisper as she added; ''more than you can imagine. I just wanted you to have your happy ending.''

''But you never asked me what I wanted!'' Robin exclaimed, starting to pace the worn grass. ''You left like we meant nothing. As if I never even existed to you. You gave me no time to sort things out. You just… left.'' He stopped for a deep breath before he continued; '' And when you left… I lost everything. I have changed, I'm dangerous , I'm not the man you loved once. I'm nothing like him now.''

''I don't care who you've become. '' Regina declared. ''I love you, all of you. I never stopped.''

She tried taking a step towards him but he just receded again.

''It's not that simple,'' he breathed.

''It is.'' She assured with a strong and determined voice. ''You loved me, despite everything I have done in my past. I don't care if you have killed, tortured, maimed… I don't care if you are always drunk, I don't care if people are scared of you. I don't give a damn if you are dangerous… You would never hurt me.''

They had both given up trying to hold tears back, standing before each other, not even bothering to pretend they were anywhere near 'fine'.

Regina continued; ''I just don't care Robin; I love you. And together, we will sort things out.''

Robin bowed his head, and Regina took a couple of tentative steps forward. When he didn't automatically retreat she went closer and wrapped her arms around him.

Regina knew the old Robin wasn't gone. There was always something left of the person you used to be, it doesn't matter what they do, of what they become capable, the person underneath it all always remains the same. It just takes love to bring them back again.

Regina vowed she would help Robin return to the person he wanted to be. Like he did for her.

Robin couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around her, and he gave in to that urge quite easily.

''You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of this,'' he whispered with his face buried in her hair.

''Probably just as many as I did,'' she breathed against his chest.

''I've missed you so much,'' he murmured, pulling back slightly and cupping her face in his hands before pulling her into a deep kiss. His tongue pressed against the seam of her lips, pushing for entrance. Desperate moans left their mouths and they held onto each other as if their lives depended on it. Regina gripped the collar of his jacket and pulled him against her, Robin held her head in place with a hand in her hair, titling his head so he could deepen the kiss even more.

They savoured each other, the taste, the touch, the feel…

Robin squeezed her in his arms, he still couldn't believe she was actually there. That was the reason he was holding her as if his life depended on it; he was afraid that she would disappear.

When they broke the kiss, both breathless, Regina couldn't help but notice the smell of alcohol in his breath but she didn't say anything. However, just because she had confessed to him she didn't care, that didn't stop her from worrying.

But they would sort things out together. And the first step for this, was for Robin to meet his daughter.

So, Regina took a deep breath and opened her mouth to talk. But Robin spoke first, a dangerous growl; ''Don't you dare leave me again.''

His voice was dark and low, with a hint of threat that Regina had never heard from his mouth before. She looked in his eyes and saw it. This madness and darkness Granny had talked about. His eyes were blue still, but red, puffy and heavy from crying and she could see the spark of madness in there.

But she was Regina Mills. She would never be afraid of him. She had done unspeakable things in the past. She wasn't going to be scared of her Robin. Never. She loved him, every side of him. Exactly as he loved every side of her. He'd never been scared of the ''Evil Queen'' everyone still saw her as; he had never given a damn. He loved her no matter what.

And Regina was going to do the same; she wasn't going to care about anyone except him and her daughter. And Henry of course.

As soon as Robin had met his daughter, she would run to see her little Prince. She may have Anny now but she never forgot Henry. He was her kid too.

''I'm never going to leave you again,'' she promised as her hands went to his face, caressing his cheeks and then higher to swipe her thumbs under his tired eyes. ''I love you Robin,'' she confessed again. ''These three years I was living a half-life without you; I never felt complete because you weren't there.''

Robin was looking at her in disbelief but he tightened his hold around her. ''There wasn't anyone in your life?'' Robin asked, the jealously more than obvious in his tone.

Regina answered instantly; ''Of course not.''

Well, there was one person in her life, waiting for her with Granny, but Robin didn't ask about that kind of person.

''Actually I was going to ask you something. There is someone I want you to meet,'' Regina told him, with trembling voice.

Robin frowned. ''Who?'' he asked, curious.

Regina inwardly smirked; his mind couldn't go that far as to even imagine that he had a three year old daughter waiting for him at Granny's.

''Well, come with me to Granny's and you will see,'' she said, not knowing how she should feel right now. Robin had lost his son. She didn't know if he would be calm with the idea of his daughter, or if it would just remind him of all he had lost.

''Come,'' she said, holding out her hand. Robin hesitated for a second before he gripped her hand , and made their way to Granny's.