AN:
Here's another one.
Like i've said before, just go with me on this one. I think I've found where I want to take this story.
Enjoy!
Three
His son, his son wished to see him. Those were the words he captured from Regina's lips and not what he thought she had come to say.
"Did you hear me?" Regina asked.
Robin blinked, once, twice, three times.
"He…when did he say this?" Robin asked.
Regina rolled her eyes. Their co-parenting hasn't been one of great caliber, especially when he became involved with that woman –whom has left him. She won't lie, it does make her happy to see him so distraught. Karma had slapped him in the face and it pleased her but oh so much. But when it came to their son, Regina would do anything for him. Especially see if his father wants to see him.
She won't go as far to call him a deadbeat dad, no, he wasn't that. But he had barely been around since his involvement with her. And it pained her to always have to explain, how daddy was with that idiot and couldn't come to see him. So much for being honorable.
"This morning, when he asked if you can see him," she hissed.
Robin's hand passed through his hair again. She was loosing her patience, he could see it. The glimmer in her chocolate brown eyes shouted, if he kept on asking her ridiculous questions, she would snap his neck or set him on fire again. She's done it once before. He has a burn mark to prove it.
"I…Regina…"
Regina just stared at him. She wasn't surprised, he didn't know what to say, giving her an open mouth blank expression. Well today she's had enough.
"Listen to me, Robin Locksley. You will see your son, come this weekend, I expect you at our door by ten in the morning. With whatever expensive gift that is hot on the market for little boys. I will not see MY SON distraught because of you anymore. Trust me, do not cross me as you have so many times before."
Robin stared at her wide eyed. He'd done it, he'd unleashed the evil queen and now did he wonder how the hell did he put her back. He preferred nice, calm, sweet Regina –who sometimes had moments of unguarded behavior. But maybe he's at fault, no not maybe, yes, he knows it his fault –she's always a guarded mess around him. He's hurt her one too many times to count.
"Regina, he's my son as well," he said, biting his tongue –knowing that wasn't the wisest thing to say at the moment.
Regina nodded. "Exactly he's our son, that so happens to have gotten stuck in the sticky mess you've created and have yet to clean up. So this is your chance to fix it. See you this weekend."
Robin did not have a chance to say anything as Regina on her heels stalked out of his office. He once more slammed a hand against his desk. Even if she's yet to tell him she's told him so, he knows that so many years before, he had screwed up and let the best thing that's ever happen to him walk out of his life.
…
"You look as though steam could pour out of your noise, little dragon, what's wrong. Speak to your auntie Mal, and tell me what that bad man has done to you now," Mal cooed, placing Regina down in a empty seat and pulling down the blinds of her office, there was no need for wandering eyes.
Mal opened the mini-fridge that sat in her office, pulling out small bottle of alcohol, those seen in hotels. She set to pouring them in the coffee cups, passed one to Regina –who drank it without knowledge.
"Mal, you spiked my coffee!" Regina bellowed, having swallowed a huge gulp of steaming liquid, feeling the influence of something stronger laced between that of bitter hot coffee.
Mal shrugged. "Hey, you needed it. Now tell me, will I see a certain someone walking around all gloomy today?" she said, with a sadistic smirk.
Regina shook her head, sighing. "She told him. Beat me to the damn punch. Something else she seems to have wanted to take from me!"
Mal growled. "Of course, we should have known better. Hasn't the past taught us anything about that woman. Ugh. But…wait, why do you look bothered. What else happened?"
Now she asked as concerned friend and not the usual sadistic woman –who grins when someone stubs a toe or when she threatens someone. Regina explained what more happened in the office. Leaving a once again seething Mal.
"I am not surprised you didn't burn him right there and then. Oh, what a memory that is."
Regina couldn't help but chuckle. "Why does everyone think I'm going to suddenly set him on fire. It was one time, and I still say it was an accident."
Mal rolled her eyes. "Gina, darling, it was no accident. That night Robin came and told you that he was again with her, that candle did not just simply nor accidentally fall onto his pants. You tipped it over."
Regina couldn't help but chuckle at the memory.
"Maybe it did tip over by someone's hand but he had it coming to him. And if he doesn't want neither one of us to torch him, he better show up. I don't care about him, its not for me. Its for that little boy."
Mal cocked her head. "Do you not care for him?"
Regina sighed. "I don't know… he's hurt me. In the space of our childhood and college years. Maybe I do care, maybe I don't. Either way he would have to wallow on his knees to get me to forgive him."
Mal nodded. "Damn right."
…
Regina had been relieved when the weekend came, she could relax once and for all. No meetings with the insufferable man of Gold or that Spencer man –whom thought he ruled the world. Just her and her son.
"Honey, come its time to put on your shoes!" Regina shouted.
The pattering of feet came down the stairs of her house. She grinned.
"What have told you about running?"
The little boy pouted. "Not to run because I might get hurt," he said.
Regina nodded. "Exactly."
She began putting on his shoes, tying his laces when the doorbell rang. She knew for a fact it wasn't Mal –that one didn't knock at all. Regina went about slowly to open the door, knowing the person could wait a bit more.
"Mommy, who is it?"
Regina didn't answer, just in case it was the wrong person. She swung open the door, revealing the person –whom she didn't want to get anyone's hopes high for, hers included.
"Daddy!"
Robin grinned, looking at Regina. In his hand was a handcrafted bow and arrow. She hid her smile –knowing he had made it. He use to make them when they were younger. She nodded her approval.
"Roland, my boy," he said.
Regina smiled warmly as her son hugged Robin. While Robin took her in. Since last night, he's been thinking. And one thing he knew was true, Regina was the best thing that's ever happened to him before their son of course and he wants to get that back. He wants to get his Regina back. But how to go about in getting her back is the question.
AN:
Ok, I battled between either their child being Roland or Henry. And I figured Henry needed a long vacation and give Roland a chance to shine. Who doesn't love little Dimpled hobbit boy.
Now, here we're going to hate Robin at first then fall in love with him.
And who's curious about their past story, what has Robin done?
Please review, tell me how I'm doing.
Thanks for reading :)
