Here you go guys. Chapter 3. Only a tad longer, but I'm getting there. Enjoy! (re-edited cause the side messed with it)

If Robin Locksley's mother knew that her son would be late for class yet again, she would certainly feel personally insulted. Both his parents were of British blood and oh-so-cliché raised him to always be polite. And that their son sure was; only did he not count punctuality for being polite, which his parents surely did. Whether it was for school, appointments or family gatherings, he certainly knew a way to make a big entrance – by being multiple minutes too late or rushing in at the last second.

His parents had hoped that, once he left for his stipendium in the US, this specific character trade would fade. It was no surprise to them when it didn't. Three days in and Robin was late for what felt like the tenth time. He had actually made it to his first class on time today, but got lost in thought afterwards and took the wrong turn on his way to the next class.

Now he found himself completely lost, lost and late. Robin takes a full turn and rushes down the hall, hoping to remember where he just came from, when he goes right and knocks over whatever was coming his way.

'What the hell?!'

A low voice meets his ears, paired with a hiss and the sound of books falling to the floor. He bows down immediately, gathering some papers and murmuring out apologies, they get stuck in his throat as soon as he lifts his head and takes in the beautiful brunette in front of him. She's a bit shorter than him; would be if she took off those killer heels; her raven hair is styled in big blown out curls, the strands only highlighting her well defined face. Her full lips are painted in a dark red, the color in perfect harmony with the different browns of her eyes, all set on a smooth canvas of olive toned skin.

Robin just gawks at her, completely enthralled by her looks and only brings himself to close his mouth, when she gives him the evil eye and snaps her belongings from his grasp.

'Look where you're going, idiot!'

Robin tries to defend himself 'I'm sorry, but I was in a hurry. I hope I didn't hurt you, milady', he tells her when he finally remembers how to speak. The woman rolls her eyes. 'Of course you were. And so far you've only hurt my patience. Now please go out of my way!'

Robin does as she tells him to and watches her way down the hall. And, well, who can blame him if his eyes travel a little more south at the sight of her backside.

It's already afternoon when she meets him again. After her last class she had gone to a nearby café, seated herself at a table by the window and busied herself with some Algebra.

She's scribbling down some notes, when a shadow is thrown over her table. A short glance tells her what person decided to interrupt her – the British resemble of a wall that ran into her just this morning – and turns her attention back to her notebook.
'I did not ask for your presence, nor do I have the need to offer you the other chair.', she sighs, but the man still sits down and doesn't make a move to leave and defending his choice by simply telling her, 'Good to know that this chair doesn't belong to you and I'm free to sit on it, right?', when she sends him an angry glare. She huffs, tells him 'yeah…' and sets to just ignore him. Her intruder doesn't seem to care though and starts talking to her.

'You know, I'm still sorry about today, so how about I make it up to you and buy you a coffee?'. Regina keeps her gaze fixed on the notebook in front of her as she informs him 'I've already got myself a coffee.'
'I know milady,' she can't help, but roll her eyes at the name, 'but you see, your coffee is almost empty and I assume has already gone cold as well.'
Showing her annoyance this time, she tells him, 'Since you didn't seem to catch it the first time I'll tell you again. No, I don't want a coffee.'

The man is persistent though and offers, 'Maybe some baked goods instead?'
Her reply is short and she hopes it'll send him off. 'On a diet.'
To her disappointment, he answers again and she can hear he's somewhat confused as he asks her 'Why?'
Regina tries hard to keep from grinning at her own reply as she says, 'So I have an excuse for dumping man who seem to think they can seduce a woman by offering her caffeine and ... sugar.' It's told by her with a point of finality, but the last word turns into a soft whisper as she lifts her gaze and takes him in completely for the first time. She has to bite her tongue, when she's to find out that he's absolutely handsome and she only disdains him more.

Sure, she's seen him already, but just as she did a few minutes ago, she hadn't really taken a good look at him. She remembers his beautiful, blue depths though, them being the only thing she'd noticed this morning along with his accent. God, his accent annoys her, though she can't really tell why. But now she not only notices his eyes, but also the small crinkles around them, the dazzling smile paired with a rather hot bite to his lower lip and a set of dimples that could make everybody weak in the knees. Regina kicks herself mentally when she notices or rather admires the blond stubble adorning his face, which he's currently running a hand through as her mouth falls slightly open.

A small nod is thrown her way and he stands to leave as he speaks, 'I'm sorry. I didn't realize I came off this way. I'll leave you to yourself now.' He smiles, tells her his sorry's again and turns to leave. Regina can't believe the next words leaving her mouth were actually spoken by her and wonders what changed about her opinion she had on him, but it's too late now and she tells him 'I guess another coffee and some boring small talk won't hurt though.'

'What is it?', he asks and waits for her to continue. 'I don't know for sure yet', Regina begins, 'but I think I might be… I might be pregnant.' Robin doesn't react just yet and simply gives her arm a sympathetic squeeze, before she speaks again.

'I don't know what I should do, Robin.' Her admission is followed by a small sob and he can tell she's trying to fight back the tears.

He simply nods and tells her 'I can't make a decision for you, but whatever your choice is, just know that if that's what you want, we're gonna do it.'
At first Regina thinks she must've misheard him; he said we, we are not just her, but we. Disbelief is painting her voice when she reassures herself and asks the man beside her 'we?'
He seems thrown off so she asks again 'You said we are going to do it?' His brows draw together and she's met with a small frown when he looks her way. 'Of course I said we. Regina you are my best friend and I love you way too much to let you go through this all on your own!'

She cuddles closer to him, wipes away some escaped tears on his shirt and tells him, 'Thank you', trying hard not to let her voice break at the meaningful words. He's squeezing her arm again and starts speaking, 'You know, before you decide anything, maybe we should know the different options.' 'And what options do you have in mind?', she asks him.
'Well, first of all you need to ask yourself if you feel up to carrying this child. You could get an abortion, if you decide against it. We would find a good clinic for you and make sure you're being well cared for.' His hands are absently stroking her arm, comforting her as he continues and she simply listens to his soft voice.

'If you decide you want to carry the child to term, we would visit those pre-natal courses everybody makes fun of, but secretly still takes part in.' He gets a small smile out of her at that. 'Then, when the baby arrives you could consider adoption, of course we would have to inform us earlier about the best agencies, but it wouldn't be a final decision yet. Or you could keep the baby, raise it and become a mother, but just know that you won't be alone.'

'Mother…', Regina lets the world roll over her tongue. 'Could you imagine me as a mother?', she asks somewhat sarcastically, though it seems forced. Robin doesn't hesitate to answer her with an 'I imagine you would be a wonderful mother. You'd be loving and caring, those are some of your best character traits.

After some time thinking, she speaks up again, 'Robin?'
'What is it?'
'I think I want to keep the baby.'
'Okay', he answers without any judgment in his voice and Regina silently asks herself how she got so lucky to have Robin as her friend.

'So…', he speaks into the silence, 'What's next?'
Regina swallows, nudges her head into his direction and tells him, 'Next… We should find out if my assumption is true…'
'We can get a pregnancy test for you tomorrow', he nods, but she informs him that won't be necessary and moves to get up at his questioning glance. When she reaches the bedroom door, Regina motions for him to get up and makes her way to the bathroom.

Robin steps into the room behind her and flicks on the light, watching her as she retrieves her jacket from the hamper and slipping out a small box. There's a slight amusement in his eyes as she shows him the pregnancy test and waits for a reaction.

'So we're doing this now?', he asks, giving her a sympathetic smile as she nods.
'Ok, I'll leave you alone then. I'll be just outside', he tells her, but she holds him back and asks him to stay with her. 'I don't think I can do this alone, Robin. I'm afraid.' Her voice sounds almost desperate she thinks, but she doesn't care, because she knows that Robin certainly doesn't care as well.

He nods and sits down on the bathtub, busying himself by studying some water stains on the wall. It amuses her, because even though she asked him to stay, he still respects her privacy and she can already feel her fears lessen.
The toilet lid makes a faint clink as she opens it and shimmies her (or rather his) sweatpants and underwear down to her knees.

Turns out it's not that hard peeing on a plastic stick after all, Regina thinks afterwards, but it's the waiting that's slowly killing her. Robin had taken hold of the pregnancy test and had placed into the sink as Regina got dressed again and washed her hands, before she sat next to him. He holds the white stick out to her, but she shakes her head, preferring him to hold it, because god knows what she'd to do it in her frenzy mode. His free hand gets captivated by her though, as she scoots closer and rests her head on his shoulder. 'How long?', she asks him, while he's checking his watch and he tells her, 'about 30 seconds left'. Regina squeezes her eyes shut and tries to calm her breath, as the seconds tick by.

'Time is over', Robin speaks into the silence. Her eyes need some time adjusting to the lights again, but then she looks down into Robin lap and she's got her answer.

Regina takes the test from his hand and she can't quite believe what she's seeing.

She's going to be a mother.

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