It's not the first time when they find themselves in a situation like this: with Regina laying on a couch in her living room and Robin hovering above her, making out like teenagers. And they are definitely not teenagers but from the first day they weren't able to keep their hands to themselves (Regina blames her pregnancy hormones for that).

Their make out sessions haven't lead to anything more yet and sometimes it's very hard for Regina to slow down, to put her breathing back under control when Robin pulls away but she's the one who's said she's not ready for anything – she's pregnant after all and there's a lot of things she needs to figure out first – and Robin has respected her request every time, no matter how hard it was for the both of them to stop.

But today something feels different, the kisses are more passionate, their touches are bolder, their lips more eager and something has shifted between them, something has changed and it feels like they're not going to stop until both of them are naked and sweaty.

As much as Regina enjoys it – she's treasuring every moment of her life spent with Robin – she needs to stop this. She needs to stop this and tell him the truth before they go too far because if they're going to do it, he will see. Robin will see her baby-bump.

When she feels his warm hand on her stomach, she stops thinking immediately and grasps his wrist before it can move any further, before it can touch more skin. It gets his attention immediately, he breaks the kiss and pulls away just enough to see her face.

He's alarmed, his gaze piercing right through her and Regina feels guilt washing over her. She should've stopped all of her thinking and just gone with it, perhaps he wouldn't even have seen her bump but what's done is done, and Regina has to swallow heavily.

She's not ready to tell him about her pregnancy yet.

Oh gods!

"Are you alright?" Robin asks, his voice laced with concern.

She nods her head in response but shifts a bit until Robin gets the message and moves away from her. She sits up then, fixing her hair nervously as Robin shifts on the couch until he's sitting as well, looking at her with confusion written all over his face.

He asks her if she's alright one more time, and Regina nods her head, again, inhales and admits, "I have to tell you something." Her gaze falls away from him to her hands, because she cannot look at him right now, she cannot face him.

All of a sudden she feels so small, so young and vulnerable. Not herself. She curses mentally, blames pregnancy again for turning her into this person she can't recognize. But then again, no one has ever made her feel this loved since Daniel, she's had one of the happiest months in her life with this handsome man and who can blame her for not wanting to lose it?

"Okay," Robin says encouraging her to continue.

But the words are stuck in her throat and she doesn't know how to start or where to start. What she knows is that Robin loves children, he adores them, she's seen him with Roland many times and every time her heart was filled with warmth as she watched father and son interacting. She doesn't doubt that he'd be thrilled to find out that she's pregnant with his child somewhere in the future.

But it's not his child.

He may not be thrilled to find out that his… wait, who's she to him? They're not in any kind of a relationship, she just spends most of her time with him and they're soul mates if pixie dust can be trusted, and she feels something for him, she feels something in such a short period, it's insanity.

So he may not be thrilled to find out that the woman he's been hanging out with is carrying another man's, man's she doesn't even remember, child.

Regina inhales deeply as she moves her gaze from her hands which are resting on her lap to her stomach covered by a t-shirt. Her bump is invisible right now, and she's sure Robin hasn't even thought that she could be pregnant despite her crazy cravings and mood changes. But it's only invisible when it's covered because as soon as she's shirtless, it's obvious that her small and hard and rounding stomach protects a life inside.

"Regina?" she hears Robin saying her name, and then his fingers are touching her chin, lifting her face until their eyes meet but Regina refuses to look at him, instead she closes her eyes and thinks about how wrong it all is. Robin sighs and his hand leaves her face only to land on her hands and squeeze it in a comforting manner. "Please, tell me what it is. You're scaring me."

A weak smile forms on her lips, she's touched by his words. He's always so gentle and caring and just too good to be real. The thought that she's finally found a man who cares for her and not only her body or her title makes her heart beat a little bit faster.

Not that it matters anymore, he's going to leave her as soon as she tells him the truth.

Damn it.

"Regina?" he prompts again, squeezing her hand one more time. It snaps her back to reality, makes her shake her head and inhale sharply.

"I-" she starts, her voice shaking just a little bit. "I should've told you this a few weeks ago but I was so afraid," she admits, and it's an achievement for her to talk about feelings, to share it with someone, but then again she's pregnant and she hasn't been herself since the day she's found out about it.

She feels tears forming at the corners of her eyes and then there's a knot of tears in her throat and she thinks that she may just start crying and she hates herself for this, hates that now she's weak and vulnerable and confused.

"Love, just tell me what it is," Robin asks again softly, his hand caressing hers.

"I'm pregnant," she blurts out as one of her hands move to touch her stomach. She lifts her eyes then to look at his face, to see his reaction but his expression is giving nothing away, he's just sitting there and staring at her.

When his gaze drops to her stomach then, he inhales sharply, his hand leaving hers. It feels like the time has stopped around them, as if nothing matters anymore. He just stares at her stomach while she studies his face, tries to prepare herself for what's coming next.

But nothing happens.

He doesn't say anything for a long while, he just keeps staring at her with wide eyes, not even blinking. Regina is surprised by this kind of reaction, she expected something else, questions, shouting, leaving, anything but this silence.

And that silence is becoming uncomfortable and she thinks she should say something so she offers a short explanation, hoping that it will help her somehow, help him somehow, "It happened during the year in the Enchanted Forest. I figured it all out when we were already here and I don't even know who the father is and…" she trails off, not knowing what she really wants to say.

Her words have affected Robin, he's not staring her stomach anymore, now he's looking into her eyes and she doesn't understand what's in them. Is it hate? Is it disappointment? Is it understanding? She has no idea.

She cannot take his gaze, cannot control her emotions anymore, so when her eyes close this time, a tear rolls down her cheek. "I'll understand if you want to leave," she says quietly, squeezing her eyes shut, forcing herself to calm down.

"I don't want to leave you."

"What?"

"I won't leave you," Robin says, making Regina look up. "If you want to me stay, I'll stay," he adds when she blinks her eyes rapidly until all the tears are gone. She watches with wide eyes as he inhales and then tells her, "I really wasn't expecting to hear that from you. It's a lot to understand and to be honest I don't even know what to say but-" he stops for a moment, looks at her, all stunned and confused but not crying anymore, and smiles a bit, continues, "I'm your friend, Regina, and I offer you my support in every step if you want it."

"Robin-" she starts and she wants to say that no, she doesn't want his friendship, she wants him. She wants him as a lover but she shuts her mouth before the words get out and keeps that part to herself. She'll take whatever she can get, she decides.

"We'll figure it all out together, okay?" he says as he moves a little bit closer to her and stretches his arm out for her. Regina hesitates for a moment, that's not the reaction she's expected and she thinks that it all may be an act and as soon as she's vulnerable again he'll use it against her.

But then she looks into his eyes and they're so bright and so sincere now and how can she think that he'll hurt her? She shakes her head to herself and moves closer to him until his arm is wrapped around her shoulders and her head is rested against his now steadily beating heart.

They stay like this for hours, wrapped in each other's embrace, Robin stroking Regina's back in soothing manner while she runs her hand up and down his chest, both of them thinking about the future that's not as bright as it seemed to be at first sight.

(...)

Thougths?