Prompt: Outlaw Queen and wedding planning

"UGH!"

Regina groaned as she tugged at the zipper stuck between her shoulder blades. After an entire day of trying on dresses, there was nothing she wanted more than to get out of this one. Snow had dragged her at the crack of dawn to the first on a long list of stores she wanted to visit, throwing dress after dress into Regina's arms. Silk, lace, satin, A-lines, mermaids, ball gowns (the worst of all), the pile of insanity never ended. Constant zipping, tugging, and standing for Snow to scrutinize the fit of every dress while Emma laughed from her seat behind them, that had been Regina's day. And now, the final dress to be removed and she couldn't get the damn thing off.

Fed up, she sighed and waved her hand, encircling herself in a purple cloud.

"Thank god," she said to no one, examining the dress now in her hands before throwing it to the floor of her closet. Too exhausted to bother putting on other clothes, she flopped on top of her bed in nothing but her underwear. She exhaled loudly, grateful to finally be off her feet. She rolled to Robin's side of the bed, burying her face in his pillow to inhale the scent of his shampoo and the natural smell of forest that he could never wash off. It was like the fresh air got caught in his hair and seeped into his skin, the moisture in the air always leaving him smelling like a fresh rainfall. Smiling into the pillow, she shifted her body so she could slide under the blankets. She pulled the covers over her head, enjoying the warmth that surrounded her.

She must have dozed off, for she never heard her bedroom door creak open as Robin got home from work. He came to sit on his side of the bed, and jumped as he made contact with her back, making her grunt in a most unladylike way.

"What the hell," she muttered, her voice muffled by her mountain of pillows and blankets. He laughed as he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the blankets down to reveal her dishevelled hair and hooded eyes. She looked up at him, still dazed from her nap, and smiled sleepily at him.

"And here I thought this was my side of the bed," he mused, rubbing his hand along her bare back in slow circles.

"Technically, it's my bed, you just get the privilege of my company." She rolled onto her back, taking his hand into her own and pulling him to her. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her puckered lips, then arched back to let his eyes wander her exposed body.

"Well who am I to complain when you're dressed like this." She shoved him lightly, both of them grinning at each other. "Slide over," he nodded to her side of the bed, and she rolled and stretched as he slid under the blankets with her. He kissed up her arm and across her chest, making his way to her stomach where he rested his head, his body laying across her legs.

"So how was dress day?" He hummed into her skin, listening as her responding groan vibrated through her abdomen.

"As mind-numbing as I assumed it would be. Snow's taste really is ungodly." She felt him laugh against her and she couldn't help but smile too. She was sure he was picturing the outfits she had worn while they were in the Enchanted Forest together, when they had first met, and she could already hear his snarky comments about her own wardrobe choices from the past.

They laid together silently for a moment, feeling each other breathing as Regina traced circles across Robin's arm. Eventually his weight became uncomfortable on her aching legs, and she shifted beneath him.

"Are you sore today?" He propped his chin up on her abdomen, gazing up at her face with a hint of concern.

"Not really, more tired than sore. There were a lot of dresses. I see now why people plan weddings over years instead of weeks."

He reached up and rubbed his hand up and down her arm soothingly, smiling as he watched her look back at him. "Don't forget we have a meeting with the caterer tomorrow morning," he reminded her softly.

"Ugh," she rolled her eyes, "catering, flowers, dresses, picking what colour the damn table cloths will be. This is exhausting." She pulled her hands up and rubbed her eyes, then rested her palms on her forehead as she sighed loudly.

"Don't stress, love," he kissed her stomach softly before looking back up at her, "It's not good for anyone. You'll light the florist on fire the next time he asks what colour lilies you wanted."

"Well if he'd just remember pink, it wouldn't be such an issue!" She threw her hands onto the bed outstretched in exasperation and felt Robin chuckling on top of her. He lifted himself off of her, pulling his body up to lie next to her.

"Regina," he started, drawing her gaze from the ceiling back to his eyes, "Everything is going to be fine. Two more weeks and all of this pressure will be gone." Her breath caught in her throat, eyes flooding with moisture at the thought of the end of this torture. Two more weeks and she'd be Mrs. Locksley. Her stomached rolled in excitement, and a few tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes.

"Oh love, please don't cry," he ran his thumb across her wet cheeks, slight panic lacing his voice. "I'm sorry. This is probably too much pressure on you." He looked down, guilt washing over his face as he avoided her gaze. He shrugged and breathed, "If you want to postpone the wedding, we can always wait until-"

"Robin," she interrupted, moving her hands to either side of his face to pull his eyes back up to hers, pushing any distress from her face as she whispered, "I don't want to move the wedding. I was happy."

Tension left his face as he exhaled, and he chuckled as he pulled her into his chest, her face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

"Well how am I suppose to distinguish between happy tears and sad tears these days? They both come equally often."

She laughed into his neck, her warm breath tickling his skin. She breathed deeply, happy that inhaling the scent of his skin was much more satisfying than just his pillow.

"I don't want you stressing anymore," he whispered into her hair, "Especially over something as unimportant as flowers or dresses. You've spent enough of your life in pain; I don't want any of that to come from planning our future. Understood?"

She giggled as she rolled out of his embrace, laying flat on her back so he could see her nod. "Of course, your Majesty," she teased, and he rolled his eyes, mirroring the grin that was glued to her face. They stayed quite for a moment, Regina gazing at Robin as he danced his fingers across her bare skin, skimming along the line of her panties or just under her bra. Electricity shot through her nerves with every touch, a fire burning just below her skin.

"I found one," she whispered, sparking his attention.

"Is it going to work?"

"Snow seems to think so. It's loose enough in the stomach that it'll still fit in two weeks."

Robin looked down at Regina's once flat stomach, now softly rounded with the new life she carried inside her. It wasn't enough to be noticeable when she was dressed, but lying here with her skin exposed he could see the swell of the skin below her belly button, filling him with joy whenever he looked at it. Just a small bump, and yet he loved it more and more each passing day, his heart so full of love for their beautiful messy family he swore it might burst.

"It's a good thing we're marrying in this land, I don't think a corset would do our little princess any good."

"Or prince," She reminded him, snorting as he scoffed.

"Oh no, it's definitely a girl. I can see her already. Hair as dark as a raven's feather, eyes the colour of rain kissed earth, and a tiny little bow in her hand." He winked at her as she cocked an eyebrow at him. "She'll be the fairest of them all."

"Ha, ha," she shoved him playfully away from her, and he crawled on top of her, pressing his body against hers gently.

"She'll be as stunning as her mother, and I'll love her with all of my heart."

He slid down and peppered the swell of her stomach with kisses while running his fingers along her sides, making her gasp at the sparks under her skin. She shrieked as he tickled her, twisting beneath him and begging him to stop. She roped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her, making him laugh as he collapsed on top of her. Promising to stop the tickling, he slid back to his place at her stomach, resting his head on her gently while he hugged her hips.

"You know, one of these days you'll put your head there and the baby will kick you, and I'll laugh."