"Good evening my darling." Robin smiled, wrapping his arms around Regina from behind, squeezing her waist gently.
Regina huffed, "I don't have time for this, Robin. I'm meeting Mal at 7."
Robin pulled away and scratched his beard, "Anyone would think you're dating her." He snapped.
Regina was silent. She hadn't told him about their past, not yet. She wasn't ready, and she didn't think Robin was ready either. If she was honest with herself she'd been avoiding the issue, spending more time with her instead of him. No wonder he was asking questions.
"Well, I'll be here… waiting, at home alone." He sighed, flopping onto the couch.
"Don't be dramatic, Robin. Why don't you invite the pirate round and play some of your silly video games?" She suggested, trying to make light of the situation.
"I'll think about it." Robin replied, staring at the wall.
"I'm going to get ready, when you're done feeling sorry for yourself, dinners in the fridge." Regina sighed and headed upstairs to get changed.
When Regina got home later that evening, she couldn't see straight. She'd had one too many red wines and she already felt a headache brewing when she stepped through the door.
Kicking off her heels, she stumbled upstairs to the bedroom, barely managing to slip off her dress before she collapsed onto the bed.
Robin groaned as he felt her weight on the bed, "Regina…" He mumbled, reaching out for him.
"Hi." She responded in a slurred whisper, "Sorry I woke you."
"Don't worry." He sighed, wrapping himself around her. "I barely see you, I have to grab every opportunity I can get." He sighed.
Regina groaned, "Robin I'm tired and drunk, I'm not arguing about this again."
"Who say anything about arguing Regina?" Robin huffed.
"Never mind, go back to sleep. I have a meeting in the morning." She said, kissing his forehead before drifting off to sleep.
When Regina walked through the door, Robin was pacing in the kitchen.
"What the hell is going on?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I can't take it anymore Regina." He sighed, "We're supposed to be married, and you spend all your time with her. When was the last time we even went out for dinner?"
"Robin, I'm not doing this right now. I have a headache and it's been a long day." Regina said, kicking off her heels.
"Because you were out till God knows when last night, drinking with Mal." Robin snapped.
"Robin…" Regina sighed, but he wasn't going to let up. She'd skirted around the issue for far too long.
"No Regina, we're talking about this now. I'm sick and tired of you ignoring the problem." He groaned.
"Fine." She said, sitting down at the table.
"Can you not see how she's coming between us Regina?" He sighed, "I love you but you're never here."
"I'm here now." She replied, looking him in the eye.
"And for how long? Do you not understand why I'm upset Regina? She's known you practically all your life. She's been there through practically everything, forgive me for feeling a little insecure about wondering whether you might be happier with her." Robin rambled.
Regina sighed, massaging her temples. "We had a thing in college."
"Excuse me?" Robin said, his eyes wide.
"Me and Mal, we had a thing." Regina admitted, her chest tightening.
"Bloody hell." Robin groaned, running his hands through his hair.
"I'm sorry." Regina sighed, "I'm sorry I've been neglecting you."
"Are you?" Robin snapped.
"Yes I am, Robin. I guess I was scared to tell you so instead of coming clean I just ran away." She said honestly.
Robin sighed, unsure where to go next.
"I love you, you know." Regina said after a few minutes.
"Do you?" Robin asked, feeling hurt.
"Of course I do, it took me so long to say it do you really think I'd say it if I didn't mean it?"
"I guess not." Robin said, "I love you too."
"Is that lasagne I can smell?" Regina said after a moment.
Robin chuckled, "Yeah, I know it's your favourite."
"Pretty sure you're my favourite." Regina said, moving over to him.
"Is that right?" He smirked, running his hands through her hair.
"Always." She smiled.
