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Did she trust him?

Of course not.

One, he was barely around Henry when he's with him and two, he'd poison his little mind with nonsense.

No, no, not the type of nonsense divorced parents plant in their children's minds by badmouthing one another infront of their little ones but the type where he would let Henry watch stupid TV shows that make absolutely no sense. Like Spongebob for example.

Aside from the fact that they live in a place named Bikini Bottom, how on earth would a piece of sponge start campfire underwater, and what kind of meat are they even using for their Krabby Patty, their own? It can't possibly be from a cow or any other land animal, and it's weird, it's wrong.

Tom and Jerry wasn't any better. She didn't want her son watching 1000 Ways to Die in an animated version.

She also knew how bad Robin is when it came to cooking, he'd burn water if he could. He messed up instant ramen noodles so many times in the past, she'd given up on him long time ago but that wasn't it, it was the fact that her son would be stuck with either fast-food or frozen (everything she rarely feeds him) for a whole weekend.

Why couldn't he just hire a chef already? It's not like he couldn't afford one.

Regina groaned at the thought and tossed aside the cheesy, romance novel she was halfway through with before removing her reading glasses and setting them aside.

"What's on your mind, gorgeous?" Graham asked, pressing his lips over the side of her neck.

Now people might start believing that she has something for men with accents but it wasn't like that, of course it seemed otherwise since half of the men she'd been with and dated were men with different accents. Her ex-husband was British and now she's dating an Irish.

She couldn't help who she falls for though.

Aside from his dreamy, dark blue eyes and well-built figure, Graham had a great personality and unlike Robin, he showered her with attention, and atop of that, he loved Henry. How can she not love him?

"Just worried about Henry," she confessed, sinking into his embrace.

Graham laughed and tucked a strand behind her ear, "He's only with his father, love."

"I know," she mumbled, "and that's exactly what worries me."

"He'll be alright," he assured, pressing another kiss but to her shoulder this time, "it's not the first time he stays at his father's for the weekend."

"But it's the first time Robin's actually going to be there the whole time."

"And that's a good thing!" He exclaimed, cupping her chin and tilting her head up to face him, he gazed down into her brown eyes and smiled. "The lad is spending time with his father, let him be, Regina." He pecked her lips softly, "and we get to spend the weekend on our own." He smirked and she sank her teeth into her full lower lip.

He had a good point, maybe a miracle would happen and Robin wouldn't screw things up this time.

"You're right," Regina whispered in defeat and smiled up at him.

"I'm always right," he teased, drawing a laughter out of her. He pushed her down the mattress and crawled on top of her, he hovered above her for a moment before capturing her lips in a kiss.

"Daddy?"

Robin groaned, "Yes, Henry?"

The little boy chewed his bottom lip and crawled over to his father, he plopped himself on top of him and forced a groan out of the Brit, "Can we go to the park please?"

"Henry," Robin forced open one eye and looked at his son, his vision still blurry after the much needed nap they had following their lunch, pizza and ice cream and brownies for dessert. Regina would kill him if she ever finds out about this. He paid his own son 10 bucks to keep his mouth shut. "We already talked about this, your mother said no because it's really cold outside and you just got rid of your flu, do you wanna get sick again?" He felt guilt overwhelm him at the sight of his son's trembling lip, he watched the tears fill the boy's hazel eyes but he already broke half of the rules Regina set.

"B—but I'm bored," Henry stuttered and how could he not be? No toddler liked being alone in an apartment doing nothing, and he barely had any toys here, not his favorite anyways.

Robin went quiet for a moment, he tried thinking of all the games he used to play with his half-brother, Killian and the neighbors' kids William and John when they didn't have any toys.

They played the lava game where they pretended the whole ground was covered in the fiery lava that could burn them at the slightest touch but he was too old to jump from one couch to another— well, 34 isn't that old but he really wouldn't be able to jump from one furniture to another without either slipping and breaking his back or breaking the item itself. Then his mind clicked and he remember the game his older brother made up. He called it the Racing Bucket or Box, whatever they used at the time. Killian would have him sit inside of the box and push him around, pretending it was a race car instead.

They often got scolded by their mother because of how dangerous the game was but only because Killian was an irresponsible child who went too fast and turned him around roughly which had him tumbling out of the box quite often. He ended up with bruises and scars, some he still have till this day, one of them was the big one that over almost half his right arm.

Regina liked that scar, she always traced her soft fingertips over it and smiled, showing off her own scar that took place over her upper lip. He loved that scar too.

Robin shook himself out of those bittersweet thoughts and looked at his son with a wide smile, "There's a game uncle Killy made up when we were children, one of us would sit down in a bucket or a box and the other would push it down the hallway, like a race car." He explained and watched the smile return to Henry's face. Phew!

"Do I have to push you too though?" The boy asked, worried and Robin could understand why, he was too heavy. He laughed and shook his head and Henry grinned, "Okay!"

Although it sounded like a great idea at first, it turned out to be a nightmare.

Now Robin wasn't going too fast nor did he take a turn too roughly like his brother did and ended up sending his son flying across the room. Oh no, his son wouldn't move, he couldn't even if he wanted to. He was stuck.

They were forced to use a small bucket instead of a toys' box since he didn't have one, they tried to alternate and find something else but the bucket was the only thing available and well, he himself sat in a bucket many times before, it couldn't be bad, right? Wrong.

He now had a toddler with his butt stuck inside of a bucket, squirming to get out for the past 10 minutes.

"Daddy," Henry groaned, "I really need to go potty!"

"5 more minutes, hold it for just 5 more minutes, mommy's coming." Robin said, panic rising within him. Regina didn't sound too happy when he spoke to her through the phone, why would she? Her son was stuck in a bucket. He would be lying if he said he wasn't scared of her because one glare from Regina Mills and God help him.

He would happily accept a ghost living with him or a monster in his closet any day over an angry Regina but she'll probably scare those two as well every time she steps in to drop Henry.

"Daddy," Henry whined, obviously unable to hold it any longer. He really shouldn't have let him have the 4 boxes of chocolate milk before starting the game.

As the Brit opened his mouth to beg his son to hold it for just a few more minutes, a loud bang coming from the apartment's door startled him. Oh good God, there comes the evil queen. He gulped and dragged himself to open it, expecting the worse because honestly, she wouldn't give him any smiles even if he force-fed their son his vegetables, let alone having their son stuck in a bucket.

"Regina," he breathed and received a death glare from her.

"Not now, Locksley." She pushed past him and marched over to the little boy who happily squealed Mommy upon seeing her from the livingroom.

This really wasn't going to end well and it scared him, if he had to be honest. He didn't want her to change her mind and take Henry back with her, rip him off of his rights because of this small incident. It was harmless, the boy didn't get hurt and once he's older, he'd look back at this and laugh but it still scared Robin.

He stood behind with folded arms and watched as she tried to get the bucket off their son's behind, she pulled and Henry squirmed, grunting and pushing at the plastic bucket too. Although he was overfilled with worries, he couldn't help but smile at the way their son kept repeating that he's okay, assuring his mother even though she didn't asked.

"Can you stand up?" Regina asked and Henry shook his head, she sighed, "Honey, you have to try or else you'd be stuck forever, do you want that?" The boy shook his head rapidly and Robin rolled his eyes, did she just lie to their son and scare him just to make him stand?

Henry struggled but eventually managed to push himself into a sort of a standing position. While Robin supported him on his feet from front, Regina pulled at the bucket from behind.

She tried one, twice and again.

She repeated one more time and this time, they did it. Well, she did it.

Henry stumbled forward into his father's arms and Regina fell back on her butt. "I'm free!" The boy exclaimed, making his father laugh but Regina wasn't happy at all.

"Henry—"

"Regina," Robin interrupted her, he knew she was about to ask their son to get his stuff and take him with her. He couldn't let this happen, he didn't want to lose any more time with his son but most importantly, he didn't want to get to the point where he'd lose his son. Henry was the only thing he has left of Regina, aside from the memories that repeated through his mind every night. "A word, please."

The brunette sighed but nodded, she looked at Henry and told him to sit and wait for their return, the boy complied without an argument. She got up and walked down the hallway toward where Robin was waiting for her in his bedroom. She knew, whatever he was going to say, he didn't want their son to hear it. "What?" she mumbled, closing the door behind her and folding her arms across her chest.

"Are you really going to take him away because of something stupid as that?" He asked, getting straight to the point.

"It's obvious that you're incapable of taking care of him, so give me one reason to why I should leave him with you, Robin." She arched a brow, waiting for whatever reason he had in his excuses box, was there anything even left there? He must've used all of his excuses throughout the years. He can't change her mind, she already saw all the empty boxes, torn wrappers and bags of the junk food he fed their son on this day only. That was enough for her to take Henry back but the bucket incident was just a push to actually do it.

"Because he's my son as much as he is yours, Regina."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Oh so now you remember you have a son."

"You know damn well that it was never my intention to do what I've done but just because I haven't always been there for Henry doesn't mean I love him any less than you do." He snapped.

She always did this to him, whenever they engage in a small argument, she rubs the fact that he wasn't there all over his face but he wasn't away for fun, he wasn't away being unfaithful to her. He was working his ass off to provide for them and in return he lost both of them.

He was finally starting to turn his life around now, he paused his work to spend time with his son and now she's planning on taking him away. What was he supposed to do to please her, sell his soul to the devil?

"He got stuck because I was playing with him, Regina, you told me not to take him out of the apartment because you're scared he'll fall ill again and now I'm the bad guy for trying to keep our toddler entertained? It's not fair, Regina." He watched her expression change, her angry mask slipping and her walls lowering themselves down. Good. "I apologized so many times, I literally begged you to give me one more chance but you went with that goose-faced Graham." Robin scoffed, what did she even see in him anyways.

"He's a nice guy, Robin," she snapped defensively. "He cares about Henry and he was there when you weren't. Just how many times have you promised to teach our son how to ride a bike?" she arched a brow and Robin went quiet, his mouth going dry. He promised Henry so many times but he never got the chance, he was always too busy. "You promised him so many things." Just like he promised her but she bit her tongue and swallowed the rest of the sentence instead.

"I'm taking him tomorrow," Robin told her and before she had the chance to argue about the chilly weather and the possibility of Henry getting sick again, he held up his hand and stopped her. "I'm done being framed as the bad father all because I worked a little too hard so I can provide for my family, I wanted to ensure you two would have the life you always dreamt of."

"You would've been enough," Regina frowned, she turned around and left. Just like that.

He would've been enough but he sought for more, and he got more but lost them in return.

"Daddy?" Henry whispered and Robin hummed, his eyes still closed to shield the brightness of the nightlight by his son's side. He didn't want to sleep on his own tonight despite Henry having his own bedroom in his apartment, and not sleeping alone meant the nightlight is on until the sun is up. "Do you still love mommy?"

The Brit's eyes snapped open, "What?"

"Do you love mommy?" The boy repeated. It was so innocent, he simply didn't understand why his parents weren't together, why his mother was with a man that wasn't his father and why his father was with a woman that wasn't his mother. He was still young and all his friends had both their parents, so why didn't he?

"I…Henry…your mom…" The Brit stammered, how can he explain to his 4 year old son that he does love his mother but he can't be with her because she doesn't love him? The boy will only ask more questions and he didn't have the answers to them just yet. He swallowed thickly and turned to his side, facing Henry. His son's hazel eyes twinkled, they were wide with wonder and hope; he couldn't possibly shatter that by lying. "I do love your mother, buddy, I'll always love your mother."

Henry smiled widely, "You do?"

"I do," Robin confirmed and watched as his son's expression changed, he furrowed his brows and scowled slightly, "What's wrong?" the Brit questioned, confused by the sudden change.

"If you love mommy, then why is she with Graham and not you?"

Robin sighed, he knew this would happen. One question after another. What was he supposed to tell him now?

He sighed, "Because daddy did a bad thing a long time ago, he didn't show mommy just how much he loves her and it made her sad but—" he choked on his own words, they tore him apart but he forced them out anyways, "but Graham shows her that, and mommy deserves that."

Henry stared at his father, although he was still confused, he had mixed feelings about this but the one emotion that overwhelmed him was sadness, as if he was sensing that in his father too. He scooted closer and curled into Robin's chest, "I think you love her more than Graham does," he mumbled.

"I do?" Robin asked and the little boy nodded, wrapping his tiny arms as tightly as possible around his father. "How do you know?"

"I just know," Henry shrugged and well, Robin would settle for this answer.

"Don't tell mommy about this though, okay?"

"Okay"

"Henry, I'm serious." Robin ran his fingers through his son's hair and watched as he gazed up at him, nodding once again and smiling.

"I promise."

It didn't take the toddler too long to nod off but once he fell asleep, Robin couldn't blink.

His mind was too busy thinking of Regina, just like every other night but a little more tonight. He quietly reached for the drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a framed picture. Their first family picture when Henry was born.

They were so happy, she was smiling so big and it possibly was the last time he'd seen her smile that big around him. Did he really hurt her that bad that it seemed like she couldn't stand his existence?

Robin sighed and frowned, he wiped his eye and returned the frame back to its place before attempting to sleep once again.

Maybe this time it would actually work if he closes his eyes, maybe he would fall into a deep sleep instead of the memories.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, please don't forget to review, hearing your thoughts motivate me and make me happy! :)