Hi everyone! Sorry for the wait. But it's bigger than usual so hopefully that makes up for it! I hope you enjoy it.

Roland of House Locksley, first of his name (probably, Roland hadn't asked), king of the sitting room, and protector of the many toys he owned, stood proudly on a kitchen chair, overseeing the important work being undertaken by one Henry of House Mills.

"Come on," whined Roland, dramatically whispering to his "sorta-brother" as the elder boy artfully arranged breakfast on the tray they'd spent a good part of the morning preparing, finishing with a flourish as he lifted the tray into the air.

"Is it done?" said the boy.

"Yes, Roland. Come on, we better get this upstairs before it gets cold," said Henry, inclining his head as apparent encouragement for Roland to alight from his perch. Roland could not be so easily swayed.

"And you didn't burn anything?" said Roland, who definitely knew that the answer was no, but he really, really didn't want to ruin this (enough breakfasts got ruined in his house).

"I burned everything, but it's fine," said Henry lightly, turning quickly and swanning out of the room before Roland could blink.

"Henry!" exclaimed the boy, who had been left to scramble down from his stool.

"I was joking, Roland. Eggs, pancakes, bacon… everything's great. They'll love it."

Roland carefully inspected each part of the breakfast tray as best he could whilst they ascended the stairs, and found everything in order. It was Regina's last day at work, which meant this was the first day of many breakfasts in bed, so the boys had snuck out of bed at 6.30am to start.

Now, 1 hour later, they stood at the top of the Mayoral staircase, ready to sneak in and wake up the parents.

"Ok, Roland. You're the boss. What's the plan?"

"Well, mama's really grumpy in the morning if she didn't get beautiful enough while she was asleep," said Roland quite seriously as he tapped his chin thoughtfully, "but she was pretty yesterday so I think we can go in." The boy turned to Henry, decision made, to find his brother wearing a look of bemusement (a concept that Roland had recently come across thanks to his silly papa and his smart mama). "What?"

"People don't get more beautiful while they sleep, Roland. I think you meant beauty sleep. And it's just an expression. It doesn't really mean anything. Unless you're Aurora or something," by this point, Henry had shifted the tray into the crook of his right arm and was reaching for the doorknob to his parents' room with his left hand.

Roland, seeing competition for being the first in that morning, quickly jumped in front of Henry and opened the door wide. All the while continuing their conversation that had become almost exponentially louder once the door was open. "Well how come Aurora needs to be more beautiful but no one else does? Why would they even call it beauty sleep if no one gets more beautiful? Is it just normal sleep? Can I have beauty-"

"Roland!"

The loud groan came from a lump in the bed, and it seemed very cross to Roland. Clearly his father hadn't become beautiful enough last night.

"Papa!" exclaimed Roland, now excited to share his work (well, Henry's work and his supervision) from this morning. "We brought breakfast for you and Regina, do you want some?"

"Roland, it's early! Leave your papa alone," came a calmer voice from the direction of the bathroom. Which did confuse the boy for a moment, as he was quite sure that she was under the covers, but as Roland turned to the source of the voice, he found Regina, looking completely ready for her day at work. Well, sort of ready. No shoes yet, but she was wearing that business dress that papa had said she'd need when she got this huge. Mama had gotten really angry with his papa when he said that, for some reason. Roland couldn't see why, it's not like she was that fat, and the dress was pretty.

"Wow, mom, you're up really early today!" said Henry, setting the tray down on her bed, nice and close to Robin. Roland's father perked up as soon as the food was near him.

"Yes, well, it is my last day. Oh, you boys brought breakfast! How sweet!" said Regina, swiping a piece of fruit from the tray. "Henry, I thought our resident driver-in-training might be able to get me in a little early so that I can get everything done on time," said Regina with a smile. Roland turned back to Henry, who now had the biggest grin he'd ever seen on his face.

"Really, mom? Awesome! I'll be ready in 2 minutes!" said Henry, practically tripping over himself in his haste to get dressed and everything.

"You gonna have some breakfast, mama?" asked Roland, sliding a piece of toast towards her.

"I would, Roland, but I already ate this morning and I'm very full. Sorry, darling," she said, raising a hand to gently stroke his hair back.

"Oh, ok," said the boy as he gave a thoughtful pause. "Mama, can I drive you to work tomorrow?" said Roland completely seriously. He knew he could reach the pedals and see over the wheel if he just stood up in front of the seat. Driving Regina to work couldn't be too hard.

"Oh Roland, your mama's not going in tomorrow," said his papa through a mouthful of bacon and pancakes. Well, at least Roland's papa hadn't completely disregarded the idea. It was a very good one.

"Oh, ok. Maybe I could drive the baby in then?" said Roland, turning back to his mama.

His parents laughed, leaving Roland a little confused.

"Sorry, dear," said Regina, as she bent down to his height as best she could (that silly baby kept getting in the way of everything), "but you're not quite old enough to drive yet. And the baby isn't even born! Maybe in a few years."

"Years!" said Roland, his jaw dropping. That was so unfair! And so, Roland said as much.

"Roland, my boy. It is fair," said his papa, "Driving is boring anyway. And you have to get to school! Come on, help me finish this wonderful spread and then we can go together, eh?" said his father. Which seemed like a great option to Roland, so he hopped up next to the tray and began to tuck in. All that directing Henry around the kitchen had exhausted him.

"READY MOM!" came the loud call from downstairs.

"Coming, Henry!" said Regina more quietly (but loudly enough to be heard by the teenager downstairs). "Goodbye, Roland," said his mama with a kiss to the boy's head. She then said goodbye to his papa, which is something that Roland definitely did not want to see ever.

Bacon was much more interesting than kisses.

Her last day of work. Possibly ever (if her new arrival took up too much of her time, that is). And Regina Mills was perfectly bored out of her mind.

She'd spent the whole week preparing her office so that everything that could be filed had been filed, and everyone that needed to meet her had scheduled meetings for never. Hopefully, anyway.

All of her wonderful preparation left her with absolutely nothing useful to do, aside from waiting for her unborn child to move into an uncomfortable spot so that she could shift them back into position. Which really wasn't that exciting, and was, in fact, more painful than anything else.

Regina began to search through her desk drawers, looking for something to throw away perhaps, when she discovered Henry's old business drawer. That's what he'd liked to call his special drawer filled with pencils, craft paper, glue, googly eyes, and a whole host of other incredibly useful items. He'd used to like pretending to be her assistant, before he'd been old enough to start school, and being an assistant meant that many pictures of dogs and houses had been dutifully filed at the bottom of said drawer.

"Well," said Regina to no one in particular, "it can't hurt to just… make sure that everything still works," as if justifying her actions to the empty office would make them any less childish.

The mayor had just pulled out everything she was going to use for her soon-to-be-masterpiece (it would be mainly scribbles and googly eyes, so part of a very worthwhile and valuable undertaking), when a loud banging on her office door pulled her attention back to her actual job. The mayor called for the person in question to enter, bringing Snow straight through her door.

"Regina! Good morning, and happy last day!" said Snow, a little too brightly. Regina knew she'd approved Snow's appointment as principal of both the primary and secondary schools in Storybrooke two weeks ago. Regina also knew that Snow was still bitter about the whole thing. Or at least the way she'd been unofficially performing the role, unpaid, for several months before she was actually appointed. Seeing her this happy was almost cause for concern.

"Good morning, dear. How are you? Having fun as principal?" said Regina, trying her best to shuffle the supplies around on her desk in an effort to make it appear as though her day had been very productive so far.

"Oh, well, I suppose. It's nothing different to everything those cowards were getting me to do before," she huffed as she dumped her things on the floor in front of Regina's desk and took a seat on the guest chair.

"Of course. Right," said Regina, eyeing the stack of paperwork that Snow lifted (with some considerable effort) onto a clear part of the desk. "Well, what can I help you with today? Not all that paperwork, I hope." Hopefully, trying to make a joke out of the situation would work somewhat to put Snow into a more amicable mood.

"No, this is mine. But the school is far too loud and you don't have anything to do, so I thought we could hang out. Also I do love seeing little Mary Margaret whenever I get the chance," said Snow, flipping to the first page of some sort of official looking document.

"Little Mary- Snow, I am not naming my child after you. We don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet!" said Regina, grunting slightly at the end of her sentence as the little person jabbed a mystery appendage into her diaphragm (though from the size and the force involved, it was probably a leg).

"I would never expect you to name your child after me. That's ridiculous! It was only a suggestion. Besides, Mary Margaret is a unisex name." At this point, Regina knew Snow had to be joking, mainly because her grin was so wide that even tipping her head forward and pretending to read her paperwork couldn't hide it.

"Yes, of course," said Regina. "I'll just get back to my very important project, then," she finished, picking up her glue stick and gluing the back of a googly eye for placement in the middle of the page.

Snow lifted her head, smile almost gone, but hint of mischief remaining. "I can see how important that is. Looks difficult."

"It is difficult," said Regina, smooshing the eye onto the page. So productive.

"I'm sure," replied Snow, tipping her head back to the page in front of her, actually intending to read it this time.

They went on in silence for a while, and after sticking a dozen or so eyes on the page, Regina lifted her head once more.

Trying to be casual, she said, "Can I ask you a question, Snow?"

"Yes of course, Regina," she said, leaning forward eagerly, betraying her thankfulness at being released from her paperwork.

"Well, we have thought of a name. It's-" a loud crash muffled her voice. Regina had forgotten the construction happening outside. Hopefully it wouldn't last too much longer.

"That is so sweet, Regina! What a perfect name!" said her step-daughter/ friend. Hmph. Who would have thought that Snow would be happy with anything other than a reference to one of her relatives.

"Well, I was just considering last names, especially for the baby," said Regina, being super casual, "and I was thinking, well, Robin doesn't have a last name, really."

Regina averted her eyes, trying her best to let Snow know through body language that she didn't really care one way or another. When of course the exact opposite was true. It had been a nightmare enrolling Roland in school without a last name, and eventually they'd just decided to write down "Mills" as a kind of stopgap. She didn't want to overstep her bounds this time (if there were any bounds, that is). But she also didn't want to have a child with no last name. That was just embarrassing.

"Well, David and I just kept our curse-given last names… and Neal took mine," Snow said thoughtfully. Regina understood - Nolan was too tied up with Kathryn to be a good choice. "But I suppose Robin never had one of those?" enquired Snow, reaching one hand over to grasp Regina's. So thoughtful.

"No… I mean, sort of… look, I was thinking I should just get him to sign this form so that he has one," she finished the sentence as quickly as possible, retracting her hand so that she could shift her chair back, grab her handbag, and finally place the form on the desk in front of Snow (being 7-and-a-bit months pregnant certainly hadn't made life any easier for the mayor).

"So… Snow, what are your thoughts?"

"This is a marriage licence," said Snow, a look crossed with shock and something else that Regina couldn't quite place (but she was fairly sure it was bad) directed towards the former queen.

"I am quite aware of what it is, Snow White," said the mayor, now upset that Snow clearly wouldn't support her decision, "and if you're going to judge me on my life choices then maybe I should-" Regina was almost in tears before the teacher-turned-principal shushed her with a gentle hand placed over one of her own.

"I'm not judging. I am very happy for you." Regina turned her face to her former stepdaughter, and found no trickery there. Perhaps momentary shock was responsible for Snow's initial expression. She continued, "and I'm glad you felt that you could tell me about this."

"Oh don't be ridiculous, Snow," sniffed the mayor, "it's not a big deal, this form was just easier to deal with then some of the others."

"Of course it was," said Snow completely seriously, who hopped out of her chair and made her way around the mayoral desk to give her friend a hug. Regina proceeded to bury her head in Snow's shoulder. Good grief this was embarrassing.

"Do you think… do you think Robin would want this?" asked Regina, whispering the question into the air behind Snow's head.

Snow pulled back, placed her hands on Regina's shoulders, and offered a tissue that she seemingly pulled out of thin air to the pregnant woman. "I think, Regina, that he would do anything for you, because he loves you. But," she paused as if to consider her next words, "you could just as easily get a retrospective birth certificate or something. You don't have to marry him."

Sniffing, Regina averted her eyes briefly before looking intently into the greeny-brown of her friend. "I think I'd like to, Snow."

"Then that's the best thing to do," finished Snow, breaking from Regina's gaze as she stood to move back to her seat. "Now, I'll just get this paperwork and then David and Emma can come and pick us up, alright?"

"Alright," replied the mayor, who had now turned back to her craft paper and googly eyes. Ready to wait for the future to come to her.

"I saved a cat today."

"I got 6 paper balls into the trash can," came the cheeky reply, coupled with a tiny shoulder barge that sent the deputy almost straight into an expensive looking vase.

"Watch it, Emma! I could have been seriously injured," said David, as he straightened his jacket.

"Oh yeah, alright, little old me bumping into my dad might cause him to what… explode?" she said with a giggle, reaching out for the door handle to the mayoral office.

"Hey, human combustion is a serious issue," called out David as he followed his daughter into the room beyond the door.

"Hey Mary Margaret, Regina. Everyone ready to go?" said Emma. David turned to his right, retrieving jackets and bags from the hatstand and the front of the room.

"Did I hear you two talking about human combustion?" said Snow, packing up her papers into an appropriate order and placing them into their relevant folders. David strolled over to help her with the files, kissing her on the cheek as he did so. Gods he missed her sometimes.

"No, dearest. Well, yes. It was a joke," said David, his arms now full of jackets and files so that his wife could stand easily.

"Not a very good one," came a grumbled reply from across the table. The prince looked up to see the mayor looking a little cross and… a little stuck?

"Regina," said David, "are you stuck?" If looks could kill… well let's just say that David had seen that look actually kill people before. Thank the Gods Regina hadn't been able to access her magic for a while.

"I appear to be somewhat… I might need a little assistance getting out of my chair," she said, reddening almost beyond belief. Wow, definitely stuck.

"I got it," said Emma, clearly slightly uncomfortable after being stuck with nothing to do for a few seconds. She rounded the desk and turned Regina's chair to the side so she could be pulled directly out of it without bumping the table. "Ok, Regina, just grab my arms here… yep like that. On three, one, two, and, three."

She tried. Really, properly, tried. It didn't work. Regina was just as stuck as before. The redness spread out from her face.

Snow was mildly surprised. "Haven't you tried to get out of this chair today? What about a bathroom break?" She clearly was remembering her constant bathroom breaks with Emma and Neal.

"I had one before you came here. However, your presence is quite calming," said Regina. David saw his wife's face struggling to hold back a giant grin at that. Snow was so easy to please sometimes. "Getting up didn't really occur to me this afternoon," Regina continued. "Though now that you mention it, my bladder is almost painfully full, so if someone could please…" she waved her hands around as if to indicate for someone else to figure the situation out. Her beet-red features were quickly morphing into exhaustion and discomfort. Grumpiness would be sure to follow. They would have to act quickly.

"Um, ok," started Emma, trying to create a plan on the fly without hurting anyone's feelings. "Look, David, you're strong. You can pull Regina out of her chair, and Mary Margaret and I will pull the armrests apart so she's not stuck anymore. How's that?"

David half expected Regina to lash out at Emma because of the weight thing, but she kept quiet, clearly embarrassed beyond belief. He set down the items he'd gathered, and moved around the desk.

"It might be easier if we roll you out where we can all reach you, Regina," said Snow as she came up behind the chair.

"Oh no, Snow, I do not need my chair moved out into the middle of my office just because-" her sentence was cut short as the chair was swiftly scooted into the middle of the black and white tiles.

"Ok," said David, grasping Regina around her wrists, "I'll pull, you two pull, and then we won't have to pull. Everyone got it?"

"Great plan, David," said Emma, "where'd you get that one? Must have been some genius-"

"Emma," said Snow, warningly, as she took hold of one of the armrests.

"Sorry, mom. On three?"

After a quick count of three, David grasped Regina's arms more tightly and tugged her gently… out of the chair.

"Yay!" said Snow as she wheeled the chair back behind the mayoral desk.

"I'll just take Regina to the toilet maybe?" said Emma, trying to be helpful and not offensive.

"I'm sure I know exactly where the toilet is, Emma," said Regina. David nodded over Regina's head at Emma. He could feel exactly how tightly she was gripping onto his arms. Sitting down for that long without moving must have done a number on her legs.

"Let her take you, Regina," said Snow, "David and I need to take everything down to his truck and she'd just be in the way," she said, throwing a wink Emma's way.

"Oh yes," groused Regina as she reached out for Emma's arm to lean on, "give me the useless one, great idea," Emma looked like she wanted to say something, but she let it slide and just escorted the mayor from the room. Good.

"Did you have a nice day, darling?" said David, stepping towards his too-good-to-be-true wife.

"I learned some things. I think I'll be able to tell you about them tomorrow, if you're lucky," she said teasingly, a hint of a smile gracing her lips as she leaned into his embrace.

"I saved a cat today," he said, grabbing everything they needed and exiting the office.

"I'm impressed," she said, tugging him down to the car.

"You should be," he replied, happy to be led.

Robin of Locksley had finished Roland's bedtime story (now a fairly uncommon occurrence due to Roland's newfound belief that he was a "big boy"), and was now almost ready for bed.

As he finished cleaning his teeth, the former thief switched off the bathroom light and slid into bed beside his wife, who was sat up in bed, reading what looked like a report. He hoped it was short; sometimes she could stay up for hours reading those things.

"Regina," he drew out her name a bit, turning it into an almost-whine. He knew she would hate it ("Names are spelled a certain way for a reason, Robin!"). He was half-right – she just ignored him and charged into what she wanted to talk about.

"I had a conversation with Snow today," she began, placing the paper to one side and turning her head to face him. He answered with a "mm-hmm", and a nod, a clear indication for her to continue. "Well, I realised some time ago that you don't have a last name. And it was somewhat of an issue for Roland." She took a deep breath, as if she was nervous to continue.

"They are not exactly common fare back in our land, my love," he said, sitting up himself so he could look into her eyes and pay attention to their babe at the same time, "And besides, if you're doing all this worrying because of the baby, just give her your last name. It's a fine last name, works with most first names." She was silent to that, and Robin was confident he'd hit the nail on the head. If she was already worried about enrolling this unborn child in school, then it would be better to calm her down now, rather than wait for the meltdown later.

"Well, I mean, yes. I… I thought you might want a last name," she said, eyes averted. Worrying about the baby he expected, but worrying about him? Highly irregular. Well, not too irregular – but this issue seemed to be one that had been plaguing her mind for a while, though Robin could not figure out what it was.

Deciding to tread carefully, and not wanting to step on any toes (though gaining a second part to his name wouldn't be all that terrible), Robin replied, "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Regina. Did you have anything in mind?"

A small, nervous smile graced her face as she pushed a lock of her hair behind one ear and reached for the form she'd set aside earlier, passing it over to him. He noticed that once she'd passed it, the former queen looked away, then immediately turned her eyes to his, as if to search them for some kind of response. He supposed he'd better provide one.

"The title of this form…" he began, secretly ecstatic.

"It's nothing, Robin, ignore it," she said. As if he'd ignore it. Regina Mills wanted to marry him.

"Ok," he conceded, willing to pretend ignore it for now, "You've filled it in as Robin… Mills. That's your last name."

"It is."

"It is a fine name."

"You've said so yourself. If you don't want it, we could pick a new one, I suppose."

He huffed slightly, and gave the form back to her, then slid from the bed. This would be the perfect opportunity. As he rummaged around in his one drawer he'd been allowed to claim, he heard a tiny sound from behind him. A tiny, mournful sound. Followed by a telltale rip. It occurred to Robin, as his hand clasped around the box he'd been searching for, that he hadn't said yes or no to the marriage. Damn.

As Robin of Locksley (soon to be Robin Mills, if he hadn't just screwed up the evening) turned back to his wife, he was greeted with a pregnant, blubbering mess.

And the mess was tearing up the licence into little pieces right in front of him.

"Oh no, no, no, Regina what are you doing?" he said, rushing back to the bed and landing next to her, trying to gather the paper, as if pushing it back together in a pile would somehow make the pages whole again.

"No, Robin, this was a stupid idea and you clearly agree. Just… I need a few minutes," she said, brushing the paper from the bed and attempting to rise. Until Robin placed his arm across her, effectively acting as a kind of bedtime seatbelt.

"Let me go."

"Would you let me speak, first, Regina? Please?"

She stared at him, daring him to speak. Well, at least it was an improvement from the heartbroken and scared shoving he would have expected from her a few years ago.

"Regina, I love you. And that marriage paper thing was a wonderful idea. I simply got out of bed in order to get you this," he said, pausing momentarily to observe her face. She believed him. Good.

Instead of using words and possibly ruining the moment, Robin opened the little box. Inside was a ring that he'd seen and knew would suit her. Not overly ostentatious, but not too understated. People would notice it, but it wouldn't weigh her down. Hopefully, anyway. If she accepted it.

More tears overflowed. Mentally, Robin wasn't jumping to any conclusions, but his heart was breaking just a little at the apparent sadness that was crossing the queen's face.

"Oh Robin," she said a little croakily, sniffing back tears as best she could, "I ruined your form!" she said, collapsing just a bit into his arms, sinking into his embrace.

He was somewhat used to the mood swings at this point, but Robin had never really felt as though one could have been avoided until now. "It's alright, my love, shhh," he soothed, closing the box with one hand and then bringing both his arms around her for a hug.

"It won't fit," came the muffled voice from his shoulder. He looked at the ring, and then at her somewhat chubby hands, folded into his chest. He agreed.

"We can put it on a chain or something, if you want it, that is."

She immediately sat up straight, nodding her head almost shyly. "I'd love to wear your ring, Locksley. Just maybe not right now."

"That's fair enough," he said, "now it's time for bed, however, so snuggle down and I'll get the lights. They sunk into the bed together, paper gone, ring on the bedside table, both wrapped in the arms of the person they loved most in the world.

"I love you, Robin. So, so much."

"And I love you, darling."

They fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

Ok so that's the end of that chapter. I hoped you liked it! Don't forget to review!

Someone asked if Regina and Robin were married… and the answer is, not yet! Soon enough though. I don't know if it's obvious, but I have never been married, so I don't know if there are multiple forms that people would have to sign. Let's just pretend that Storybrooke has a form that marries you and changes names and all that jazz.

Also a guest asked about last names and stuff in their review. I hope this chapter clears some things up for you.