A.N: With inspiration given to me by some prompts of the OQ Prompt Party Week 2018, I'm finally continuing this story. This chapter is unbetaed and written for prompt #15 - Roland and Robyn meet for the first time. Reviews and comments are always welcome :) You can also find me on twitter as stargazingM31.

- Anastasia

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Storybrooke

Robin glances tentatively into the room, not wanting to interrupt the serene scene he expects to find. Indeed, what he sees deserves peace and calmness, just like the peace and calmness it radiates.

Regina is sitting on a rocking chair, one she's had since Henry was a baby. She used to hold him close to her chest when he was upset and the rocking movements of the chair helped soothe him like magic. She described Henry's old nursery to Robin when they were about to bring his daughter home from the hospital, told him that they could use it until they could turn it into her own room. That's where she's sitting now, with another baby close to her chest, one that Robin still can't believe was born that early.

He's seen Regina's love for Henry. It's strong and unique, the love only a mother has for her child.

He's stunned to see the same kind of love being given freely by the woman he loves to his newborn daughter. A daughter that was born out of deception and lies, but one he already adores because she's part of him.

Regina's eyes are closed just like those of the sleeping baby, but Robin knows that she's awake. One of her hands is holding the baby's little body and the other is rubbing circles on her tiny back. Regina's head turns slowly and without opening her eyes, she places a chaste kiss to the baby's forehead like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Regina loves his daughter and Robin loves Regina even more for that - just when he thought loving her more wouldn't ever be possible. He's loathe to destroy their calmness, to break the bonding bubble they've created for themselves.

A tug on his sleeve and an impatient "Papa!" brings him back to the reason he's actually there for. When he looks into the room again, he meets Regina's eyes, open and alert this time.

"Sorry for scaring you," he says, chuckling as he places an arm around Roland's shoulder and guides him into Henry's old nursery.

"It's alright," Regina says. Sending an encouraging smile Roland's way, she adds, "We've been waiting for you."

"Come on, my boy. Come meet your sister," Robin says to an excited but hesitant Roland.

Roland glances at his father, then at Regina and then at the still sleeping baby in her arms. He takes a few steps until he's closer to the rocking chair and brings his arm up to poke the baby's leg. The tiny girl stirs almost imperceptibly in her sleep and that makes Roland retrieve his hand.

"Can I rub her back like you're doing, Regina?" he whispers.

Regina nods and takes his hand gently to place it on the baby's back. Roland smiles at the soft content sound that comes out of his sister's lips.

"She likes it," Regina tells him.

The way she looks at Roland melts Robin's heart and he's suddenly grateful that technology exists in Storybrooke. He takes his phone out of his pocket and snaps a few pictures of his family, capturing the loving moments forever.

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Hyperion Heights

It's Saturday again and Regan is outside Roni's ten minutes earlier than their planned time. He feels a little bad that he's making her wake up before noon again. He knows of the pub's opening hours and he thinks she might not be too keen on the idea of not having a proper rest.

He sighs and momentarily wishes he didn't have this stupid ten-minutes-earlier rule, so that he wouldn't have to wait. He doesn't really know why the Saturday delivery kept him on the edge of his seat for the whole week. Maybe it was her smile, maybe the fact that it looked like she felt the same familiarity he did when they first met. Maybe it was the continuous accidental meetings they had throughout the week. He still can't understand how he'd never seen that woman before and now he keeps meeting her like the universe wants to send them a message, to give them a sign.

He went grocery shopping and there Roni was, about to grab the same pack of cheese as him. He was at the mall looking for new jeans and there Roni was, buying jeans at the women's section nearby. He had to request new recycling bins because someone had lit his on fire and there Roni was, crossing the street that led to the recycling center, even though it was far from her building.

Two more accidental meetings later and here he is, with his palms sweaty and his heart beating faster than normal. He chuckles to himself; it's not like he's a teenager and this nervous feeling is completely unfitting for his age.

Is it though? Does it really matter how old you are when you find someone you're attracted to?

Open your eyes and take every chance, Marita told him the night before she passed away. His first love will forever remain in his heart, but maybe it isn't too late for a new chance.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Raphael asks.

Regan is lost for a moment, indecisive as to what he should say without revealing his exact thoughts to the young man.

He's saved by the lock unturning and the door opening to reveal a smiling Roni.

Or at least he thinks he is saved; judging from Raphael's look, he'll probably get some teasing later.

Roni looks wide awake this time and a weight lifts off Regan's shoulders. At least it doesn't look like his work schedule forced her out of bed today.

"This is Raphael," Regan says after they exchange their good mornings. "He'll be helping me unload the beer."

Regan can almost feel the same familiarity when Roni and Raphael shake hands and he wonders if they feel it, too.

A young woman enters the pub while they're unloading the last beers. She takes one of the "Golden Arrow" bottles and looks at Roni with her eyebrow raised.

"Not until next week," Roni says strictly. Her resolve breaks quickly though, and she cracks a smile that brightens up the entire place. "It's so good to see you," she says as she hugs the young woman.

"Regan, Raphael," Roni says, "this is my niece, Rey."

"Regan! We have the same name," Rey says.

She shakes his hand and that familiar feeling hits him once more. The same feeling he gets when he notices her dimples and her blue eyes. He used to imagine having a daughter with Marita before she got sick, and in his mind she looked a lot like Rey. Just like their imaginary son looked a lot like Raphael, with dark hair and eyes that would always remind him of Marita.

"You look older than 21," Rey says when she shakes Raphael's hand.

Raphael chuckles. "I am."

"Lucky you, you can have one of these legally," Rey says pointedly, looking at her aunt.

"Well, we're going to have a huge celebration next week and you can try one of these," Roni says, winking at Rey.

"I'm just kidding," Rey explains to the two men. "Aunt Roni is making such a big deal of my 21st birthday!"

"It is a big deal!" Roni says. "You've grown up so fast…"

"I know the feeling," Regan says. "I've known Raphael since he was fifteen years old and I can't believe how quickly time has gone by and how much he's changed. I still remember when-"

"Oh, no, are you going to embarrass me with something I did back then that I probably don't even remember?"

Regan sees Roni smiling sweetly and knowingly at his interaction with Raphael and he suddenly feels closer to her. He wants to say something, anything that could possibly make them meet again before the next delivery, but Raphael and Rey are there, and it doesn't feel right to-

His train of thought is interrupted again, this time by Rey. "Why don't you two come to my birthday party next Friday?" she asks.

When Regan and Raphael leave the pub, it's with silent hope inside Regan's heart that he'll be able to get to know Roni a little better on Friday night.