Written from the prompt: Robin finds a condom wrapper in Henry's bedroom and is nervous about telling Regina

He loves her every single second of every single day without a shadow of a doubt but at night, when she's all soft and sleepy and only the last vestiges of her perfume linger in the crook of her neck, he absolutely adores her.

She's warm, pressed along the length of his side, eyes closed but a gentle smile playing upon her lips as she breathes out a low hum and nuzzles in closer. His fingers are drawing nonsensical patterns on the small of her back beneath his shirt that she favours over her silk pajamas, playing in the dimples he knows so well as he thinks over how best to tell her what he'd found earlier that evening.

He hadn't been snooping, Christ no, but that's what it looks like and he feels guilty as sin for it because it's not his business…but it is Regina's and he absolutely hates working her up for any reason other than pleasure but it's not something he can hide from her just as he knows that when the time comes, God forbid, she'd do the same with him should she be put in a similar situation with Roland.

"Babe?" he breaks the silence softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead and smiling at her drowsy 'hmm?' cuddling her closer with the arm he has around her shoulders. She's truly adorable in these late hours. "I, uh…" he swallows, nerves suddenly spiking in his belly even as he continues stroking over her soft skin, "I need to tell you something."

She tenses instantly in his arms before shifting away enough to prop herself up on an elbow, a frown creasing her forehead. She's not so sleepy anymore. "What is it?"

"Nothing bad," he assures quickly, and then, "not really." She relaxes a small amount - ever the pessimist, he knows she still believes things will crumble for her despite their growing years together - but sleep is absent from her eyes now. She's awake. "I noticed something in Henry's room earlier, when I was grabbing the laundry." It's something he does every other day, collects the boys' dirty clothes from their rooms and throws them into the washing machine whilst Regina finishes on dinner.

Her frown deepens further as her eyes narrow slightly and she replies with a confused, "Okay…" completely unaware of where this is going.

He swallows, why is this so hard? He knows why, of course he does but still…"I found a wrapper under Henry's bed."

"Is that it?" She lets out a great whoosh of laughter as she allows her arm to collapse beneath her and lays on her back on the bed, her relief evident because he hasn't finished even though she thinks he has.

He allows her a second before he adds, "It was a condom wrapper."

Her laughter stops abruptly at that, dark eyes widening as everything in her stills and she stares up at his grimace. She's as stunned as he had been.

It's something neither of them has allowed themselves to think about where their children are concerned but Henry is almost eighteen and he and Violet have been together for a number of years now. They're not children. They're in a committed relationship and, evidently, are practising safe sex. Still, it's one thing knowing that and a whole other accepting it. "Babe?"

She's still staring at him with eyes wide and breath silent as he waits her out. It doesn't take much longer before she whispers, "But he's just a baby…"

He tries, he really truly does try to quell his laughter but a little must break free and she swats his chest for it until he's breathing his apologies and telling her, "He's seventeen, sweetheart."

"So you're saying that Roland won't still be your baby at that age?"

"Well, no but-"

"Exactly!" she cries, rolling onto her back and placing a hand over her eyes, "What the hell am I supposed to do with this information?" she doesn't wait for his answer - thankfully for, despite his amusement at her earlier statement, he doesn't quite know what to do himself - "should I confront him? Tell him that I know he's having se-" she stops herself, swallowing thickly before groaning, "Christ, I can't even bring myself to say it."

"They are almost adults, Regina…" he reminds her gently with a palm over her stomach, glad when she weaves her legs with his own and tilts a little towards him as her palm falls to cover her mouth instead so that she can look at him, "and at least we know they're being safe. He's sensible and so is Violet and you know how it is when you love someone. You want to be as close to them as possible."

She knows this, of course she knows this - she and Robin are still like damn teenagers five years down the line with absolutely no signs of slowing down - but, "He's my baby…" she repeats almost mournfully. "I'm not ready for him to grow up yet!"

Robin laughs softly, curling her even further into him so she's in the same position as she started in so that he can rub her back.

It's a full five minutes of soothing before she stiffens in his arms once more and groans, "Who's going to tell Emma?"

His laughter is loud and full-bodied then - he can imagine Emma asking much the same question of Killian if this were the other way around, both mothers extremely protective of their boy - and he can't help but tease, "I am having nothing to do with that conversation!"

"Oh yes you are!" she warns with her own laugh - he's glad she's beginning to see the humour in it. They quieten after a long moment, both breathing one another in before she nuzzles in closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, and tells him, "Thank you for telling me, Robin."

He nods, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and replying, "You are welcome, my love."

Tomorrow they'll call Emma and break the news to her that their son is no longer a little boy - despite the fact that he towers over Regina and just about matches Robin's height - but for now he's content to hold his wife and ease her into this new area of their lives.