Last one and I'm a little sad. I had a lot of fun with this. Alas…

Set right after Henry breaks the second curse and then after Zelena is defeated. Giant hugs to everyone who has read, reviewed, and followed along.

Henry remembers. It's all she can think about right now as he tells her about pizza, and skyscrapers, and apple trees in Central Park. And nothing else matters. No Wicked Witch or broken curse. Just this: her son back in her life. That is until he turns the tables on her and asks about the new man in her life. Regina feels the blush rising to her cheeks when Henry bats his eyelashes and puckers his lips.

"We just started seeing each other and…" Regina was almost knocked back by the memories flooding back to her. How he had irritated her with his constant need to protect her; how he had allowed her to fall desperately in love his son; how he'd drug her to the stables and they'd rode for miles; how he held her for nights on end without ever asking for more; how she had given freely what he would never take. "Robin," her lips moved, but she barely said it out loud.

"Mom? Are you okay?" Henry's hand was on her arm bringing her back to the present. She looked down at her son. The boy that now saw her when he looked at her. Although her heart wasn't in her chest, Regina knew it was about to burst. She had never expected to feel this much love surrounding her.

"Robin," her voice trembled with the pounding of her absent heart. "His name is Robin…Hood." She couldn't hide the smile that spread across her face at Henry's reaction to her mythical hero of a boyfriend.

"At your service," Robin walked through the door sharing a brief glance with Regina that he couldn't hold. He shook Henry's hand firmly, giving the boy the respect he deserved, knowing he would always be first in his mother's heart.

"Awesome," Henry sized him up quickly. The boy was acutely aware of his mother's eyes on both of them. She was smiling, had been for a while now and that was enough of a reason for him to welcome Robin into their life. That, and the way he was looking at her now.

"Kid, give them a minute." Emma saw the myriad of emotions in Regina's face despite the smile she was hiding behind. She wrapped her arm around her son and led him out the door.

Robin just stared at her. His eyes told her that he was feeling it too: every look, every touch, every fight, every time they had found each other over and over again. "Regina," he pulled her to his chest and it muffled the cry that escaped her lips. He knew they had a connection, suspected they'd had a history neither could remember, but everything coming back to him now was beyond all suspicion. She'd saved his boy without a thought for her own safety, made him cackle with an unbridled joy he'd never seen in his young eyes before. She trusted him with her heart, with her mind and with her body. How could he ever have forgotten the feel of his hands running through her hair or the warmth of her tears against his skin? "It would seem that missing year was quite eventful for us," he said against her forehead when he released her just enough to look into her eyes

"It would seem." She smiled against him, eyes growing wide as more memories surfaced. "Where's Roland?"

"Outside with John wondering why I won't let him remember 'Gina too," Robin's smile lined his face. "But I'm selfish and I wanted a moment alone with you before your boys took over." He slid his hands down her arms and held her hands against his chest.

Her boys. The simple statement went straight to her soul. An hour ago she was a mother without a child and now her sons were waiting for her just beyond the door. "Thank you," she kissed the hands that held hers.

He pulled her in one last time for a slow, tender kiss. "Shall we?" he asked when he released her lips. Regina nodded against his cheek, eyes still closed to the feeling of him. They walked out of the warehouse, arms around each other's backs.

He was kissing her, had been for some time now and Regina couldn't say that she minded one bit except that the emotions swirling through her ever since the return of her heart were starting to overwhelm her. She opens her eyes, lips still pressed to his, just to look at his face. To focus. She runs her fingers across the stubble on his cheeks and he pulls back from her when he realizes she's no longer kissing back. "What is it?" he asks, instantly and always concerned for her happiness.

"I just never thought I'd have this." She shifts so that her back is resting against his chest and wraps his arms around her. They're quiet for a while. Robin's content just to hold her, to nuzzle her hair and drop occasional kisses on her neck and shoulders. "You've only ever asked one question about my past," she says eventually.

"I have." She had been still for so long Robin thought she'd fallen asleep against him. He leans back against the couch, pulling her with him now that he knows he won't wake her. She curls against his chest until they are a tangle of limbs. She's safe, happy, and finally ready to tell him the only thing he's ever asked.

"When I first married Leopold I was miserable. I'd lost Daniel; I'd lost hope of ever being loved or of being happy again. And then I met Tinkerbelle," Regina shudders at the memory, the feeling of falling endlessly. "She saved my life. And she told me that it was possible to move on. She told me that I could love someone again." Robin's arms tighten around her. If only he could turn back the clock, hold her then like he is now. Make her feel loved, and wanted, and enough.

Regina traces the pattern of his tattoo, listens to his heart beat faster at her words. "She used pixie dust and led me to a man who she said I was destined to be with." She kneels between his legs and drapes her arms around his neck before kissing him again. Robin holds her waist and weaves his fingers through her hair. When she pulls back she sees tears in his eyes and knows that he's already worked out the rest, but she needs to tell him. He deserves to hear it; she owes him that and so much more for everything he has done for her. "That's what I was doing at that tavern, Robin: looking for the man that was destined to love me." His tear slips then and she catches it with her lips. "I was looking for you."

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