Three: The Beginning of an End

The knocks were loud. They were angry. They were completely too much at six in the morning. Robin rubbed his eyes and groaned at the sound of the knocking, before sitting up in bed and throwing th blankets into Regina. Who the hell was here at this time of day? He stood from the bed, soon walking over to his dresser to grab a tank to pull over his head. With a sigh, he quietly left the bedroom and made his way down the stairs, stumbling a little bit and yawning a few times. He peeked out the window before opening the door, realizing that it had been the one person he actually wanted to see this early in the morning.

"Deanna, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Robin said, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms.

Her eyes widened, "I've seen a vision, my dear son."

Robin responded ignorantly, "I'm done with your games, Deanna. There is no room in my life for this sick darkness you're talking about. It's all nonsense."

She hesitated to place her hand on his cheek, but she did so anyways, before taking it right back as soon as her fingertips touched his skin. Her mouth dropped, "You - you had it as well."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

Robin looked up the stairs and stepped outside onto the porch, before shutting the door behind him. He crossed his arms again and stared down at her. She noticed a fear in his eye, "Ah, but you do."

"It was a nightmare, nothing else."

She raised an eyebrow at him, "I've come to see if Regina is alright."

"Why wouldn't she be?"

Deanna stepped aside of Robin and pushed through him, heading into the front door of his house and up the stairs. He chased her and whispered, "Deanna! Stop it, you can't go up there. She's sleeping. This is my house!"

She stopped moving as she reached the door of his bedroom, peeked through the crack, and saw Regina peacefully sleeping on the bed. She hushed him before stepping inside and slowly walking towards her.

Robin grabbed her arm before she could get too close and spun her around, noticing her eyes become glassy. He raised an eyebrow, "Why are you crying?"

She sniffles and nodded, "It seems to be worse than I expected."

"What the hell do you mean?"

Deanna pulled her arm from his grasp and moved to stand next to the bed, before she placed the back of her hand on Regina's forehead. She frowned.

"Get your hand off of her." Robin demanded.

Deanna hushed him once more before closing her eyes. A single teardrop fell from one. She looked up at Robin as she took her hand away, "This is very much worse than I expected. I must go home."

As she rushed past him, he grabbed her wrist and swung her back to him, "What is wrong?"

"You may hurt not one, but two," she whispered before taking her wrist, "I'm sorry. I must go."

His mouth dropped as he turned to Regina. The sound of his front door opening and closing was all he heard as he fell to his knees.

Robin paced around the living room. He sat down. He stood up. He drank coffee. He spilled coffee. He sighed. He whined. He cried.

It was already nine. No sign of Regina waking up, and he still refused to believe that Deanna's visions were true. Yet, deep inside him, he knew that they were. He heard footsteps from upstairs and suddenly felt tears rushing down his face. He wasn't a crier, yet everything about this situation made him want to cry even more.

"Good morning." Regina said as she wrapped her robe around her body. She stared at Robin - who was on the couch and has been for the past three hours. He was lanes on the arm of the couch, his hands covering his eyes, his heart beating fast, and his mind going crazy. He didn't acknowledge her.

She walked past him and into the kitchen, grabbing herself a coffee and minding her own business. Then, she came back to the living room and stared at him, "Rough night?"

"Rough life." he muttered.

Regina stepped closer to him and sipped her coffee, "Are you alright? You seem spooked."

He didn't answer.

She bent down in front of him and placed her coffee on the table beside them, before rubbing his knee, "Robin, look at me."

Robin looked up at her request. His eyes were red and glossy, his face wet with tears, and breathing heavy. All he could do was stare at her.

Her mouth dropped, "Robin, what happened? Talk to me."

He stood up, breaking their eye contact and wiping his face of tears. Then, he looked down at her and sighed, "I don't want to talk about it right now."

She caressed his cheek and rubbed her thumb, "Let me in, you're crying. I don't like to see you upset."

Robin looked away and sniffled, "It doesn't matter."

"If you're hurt this much, it obviously does."

He looked to her now, letting her take in his complete sadness before sighing and wiping the remains of water in his face. Then, a smile formed on his face as he looked into her loving eyes, before it faded away into a frown.

Robin sighed once more, "I don't know if I want to say it. Saying it out loud makes it more real."

"You can tell me anything. I'm here for you, to protect and love you."

He stared at her intensely now, before taking a breath and finally muttering the words out loud, "Are you pregnant?"

Her mouth dropped and her hands fell to her side, "How - how did you know?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She suddenly felt guilty, "I was going to tell you tomorrow. I didn't know if it happened at a good time in our lives or if you wanted to keep it. You've been so distant lately and you're always out at the docks, I just didn't know if you wanted this."

"I'm sorry. I know I haven't been around, things have been hectic," he looked at her more calmly, "I've always wanted this. I've always wanted you. And a family. And a future."

"But?"

He broke away from her and started for the stairs, "But you're right. This isn't a good time."

"Why not?" she yelled as he made his way up the stairs.

Because apparently I'm going to kill you. And now I'm apparently going to kill our baby, too.

A/N: Woah, Robin! Review this please! XOXO