A/N: Well guys, this will be it. I found I could fit all I wanted to happen into one chapter. Thanks for the journey, it's been a great one and I enjoyed writing this fic! I'd also like to thank brokenqueen on Instagram for prompting me with this as well. Please, check out my other works if you haven't already! I'd really appreciate it! :)


Robin and Regina quickly left the courthouse together and began to head towards a small café just a few blocks away. Their walk was full of weighted silence and the tension between them was obvious, but Robin couldn't help but feel hopeful that Regina had wanted to talk to him. He was a bit fearful as to what she wanted to talk about, but she was acknowledging him in the first time in two months so it was progress of some kind, negative or positive, preferably the latter.

Upon reaching the café, the two of them ordered something to drink, Robin a coffee, just a dash of cream and sugar, and for Regina, a hot chocolate with a pinch of cinnamon powder. Robin insisted he paid for their drinks and once they were handed out, the pair took a seat inside the café. Robin couldn't help but notice that Regina chose the most secluded area possible for their conversation.

They sat together in an awkward silence, sipping at their drinks. Robin studied Regina closely, noticing how worn out she looked; how tense, how broken. His fault. He attempted to wash the sudden lump in his throat away with a sip of the bitter liquid he was nursing. It tasted just as he felt and did nothing to help him swallow his guilt.

"So..." Robin began, tracing his finger tips around the rim of his mug anxiously. "You said we had something important to talk about."

Regina nodded slowly, her brow scrunched, as if she was trying to best organize her thoughts and form them into words. "A lot has changed these past two months," she said, her eyes meeting his.

Robin sipped his drink, humming in agreement. "That it has," he mumbled, remorse clenching his chest so tightly, he could barely breathe.

Regina looked away and rested her cheek in the palm of her hand. She played nervously with the wisps of dark hair that fell around her shoulders, her other hand busied with using the thin straw to stir her hot cocoa. She still seemed to be trying to find her words, and her lip twitched nervously. Robin wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms, kiss away her worries, and tell her everything would be okay. But he didn't because he couldn't.

"I..." Regina started and trailed off, turning her face downwards. However, Robin caught the mist of tears in her eyes. "During my fourth week at the hospital, they were keeping me because I was showing some odd symptoms... and they had me take a pregnancy test."

Robin felt his heart stutter in his chest before it sped up, racing quickly, blood rushing through his veins. He already knew before she told him. This was the whole reason she wanted to speak to him. She was pregnant.

"Robin, I'm pregnant," she said, immediately confirming his thoughts.

But how? She had told him all those weeks ago that babies weren't possible when Roland had asked why she wasn't a mother. "But you said that–"

"I know what I said," Regina interrupted, shaking her head. "Pregnancy is... Difficult to achieve for me. And it brings about risks. It wasn't recommended for me to ever get pregnant, but the chances were very slim and I thought nothing of it when we... you know... and we were so caught up in the moment..." She sighed heavily and buried her face in her hands, shaking her head.

Robin was stunned by her words, his mind reeling as he felt all kinds of emotions at once. He was absolutely thrilled that they were going to have a child, he was scared because he wasn't sure how their current relationship was going to affect how much he got to be in their child's life, he was still shocked that this had happened to him and Regina. Through all of this, he was rendered speechless, just staring at the woman he loved with a blank expression.

Regina suddenly looked terrified by his lack of external reaction. She fidgeted in her seat and played nervously with her fingers, avoiding Robin's gaze. He realized he had to say something, even though his first instinct was to throw his arms around her and kiss her senseless in his joy. If he couldn't express what he was feeling in physical affection, he would have to settle for words.

"Regina, this is great news," he said softly, his smile wide when she looked up at him. He caught the briefest flickers of a smile on her face, but that was gone in an instant. "Thank you for telling me this," he added, and she frowned deeply.

"You can thank my sister for that. I was going to never tell you and move as soon as the trials were over and I could get a job," she said, her voice firm and cool, bringing Robin right back into the reality of their situation.

He swallowed thickly and took a sip of his coffee while he thought. "What does this mean for us, then?"

"It means nothing for us. I'm taking the baby with me when I move as planned," she sniffed.

"Not far away, I hope," Robin replied with a frown. "Regina, I want to be in our child's life."

There was a heavy sigh on her end as she fidgeted in her seat, looking uncomfortable. "What? Do you plan on kidnapping our child, too, if I don't allow that?" she asked bitterly.

"Hey, stop that," Robin scolded, feeling miffed at her words. "You know very well that I would never do that."

Regina raised a brow, her face tensing. "But you already have."

"Only to be able to see my son again so he didn't have to grow up without a father. And after seeing you, I knew I'd never be able to do what was asked of me. You'd already kidnapped me and my heart with your beauty and your kindness," he said softly.

"The act is over, Robin. You don't have to keep pretending that you care for me or this child," Regina reminded him.

But Robin simply shook his head. He wouldn't allow Regina to think such things. "Regina, all I've said was true, about you anyways. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and ever will see. I was immediately drawn towards your motherliness towards my son, your kindness, your wit, your intelligence, your perfect smile and laugh. I've never come across a woman who has made me feel this way. You complete my every flaw, you make me want to be a better man. You have taught me much in our short time together. And I sincerely did plan to free you from your husband. I planned to run far, far away from here and make you a part of the family because there is no other woman I'd want by my side, no other woman I want to go to bed and wake up in the morning with, to hold, to kiss, to learn every single part of, to help me raise Roland, and now, to mother my child except for you," he said. When he focused on Regina once again, he saw there were tears rolling down her cheeks. "There's no other woman that I would rather love than you. And I mean it, from my entire heart and from deep within my soul, I do. I love you."

Robin wanted to encase Regina in his arms and never let her go when he saw the tears that rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks, that she was frantically wiping away to keep from making a fool out of herself in public.

He dared to reach across the table, and gingerly grasped Regina's hand. She let him take that much and he soothed her as best he could, gently rubbing his thumb over the skin of her hand. He then brought it to his lips, brushing a kiss over her knuckles before losing her hand again, going back to simply holding it.

"Regina, I want to be a part of the baby's life. And yours, if you can find it in you to forgive me," he said softly. "And if not for me, for our child. I want it to have both of its parents around. It's even better if we were to be together... but as long as the baby can have us both."

Regina nodded slowly, her gaze meeting Robin's. "We can work out an arrangement," she said before letting go of his hand. "However, I'll never forgive you for what you've done."

Robin felt his heart drop into his stomach when she spoke the words, but he didn't blame her. He couldn't, not after what he had done and had intended to do, what he would of done had he not fallen for her. Regina climbed to her feet. She pushed her chair out and maneuvered herself so she was standing behind her seat.

"I should be going," she said. "We can work things out... later."

He let her turn and walk out the door, leaving him alone in the little café, wondering what he was going to do. When would she talk to him next? How on earth would he explain this to Roland? How was he going to manage to even try to win Regina's heart back when she held such a grudge against him and rightfully so?

Robin downed his coffee, wishing he had something stronger before getting up and leaving. He returned home to a hug around the knees from Roland, followed closely by John who gave the report – that Roland had been a good boy while his father was away.

"Hey, Roland, why don't you go play in your room and let me talk to John?" Robin suggested, managing a smile for his son, patting his son's back.

Little Roland pulled away with a nod and a smile before running off to his room. Robin turned to John who was standing there with a solemn expression on his face, instantly knowing something was up.

"What's the matter?" John asked as the two men made their way over to the living room and sat down on the couch.

"She's... She's pregnant, John," Robin replied, biting his lip.

John's eyes widened. "Pregnant?" he echoed. "Yours?"

Robin nodded and couldn't help but smile at the thought of Regina carrying his child, despite the circumstances. "Yes, mine. But... There's a problem."

"She still doesn't want anything to do with you?" John guessed. "Or is it worse? Is she not going to let you see the baby?"

"No, I got her to at least allow me into the child's life. It's her, John. She's still furious and rightfully so... but I want this to work out. Not just because I love her but because I want the baby to have a good, stable home. I don't want it to grow up the way Roland had to, without both parents, or always having to be dragged around between them," Robin replied.

"Whatever you do, don't give up on her, Robin," John said. "And maybe that's it... Maybe she wants you to prove yourself to her. Prove you really mean what you say and that you love her."

"How do I do that? I don't even know where she's at or anything. I only see her when she comes for the trials," Robin said with a sigh. "How am I supposed to prove anything?"

John smiled slightly. "Well, I do know she's staying with her mother, but you didn't hear it from me."

"How'd you know that?" Robin asked with a frown.

"The hospital visits. Her mother is named Cora, probably Cora Mills. We could look in the phone book and see if we can find a number," John said. "Why didn't you and Regina exchange numbers when she lived with you?"

"Oh, we did. She blocked it," Robin replied, cringing a little. "Can't get through to her that way."

"So we'll try the phone book, but Rob?" John asked, causing his friend to snap to attention. "Wait a few days. Let her cool down."


He did as John suggested, waiting a few days before he tried to give the number listed under 'Cora Mills' a call, just hoping it was to the right place. Robin heaved a sigh and dialed the number he had written on the palm of his hand. There was a ring... Two... Three... Four...

"Hello? Mills residence. Who is this?" A voice asked on the other line. It sounded like Regina, but not quite. This voice sounded older, colder, sharper.

"This is Robin Locksley," Robin replied, swallowing nervously. "Is a Regina Mills there?"

"Yes, that's my daughter," the woman on the line replied. Cora, Regina's mother. Robin instantly felt angry. Regina had often talked about how this woman had ruined her life. "She's here. Why did you need to speak to her?"

"Personal matters," Robin replied with a frown. And she was awfully nosey, too.

The lady on the other line sighed heavily and there was a muffled call for Regina to come downstairs, she had a call. There was silence for a few moments before a familiar voice popped in on the line like music to Robin's ears.

"Hello?"

"Regina..." He breathed out, relief washing over him when he heard her voice.

"Robin?" Regina asked, her voice cool and steely. "Why the hell are you calling me? How'd you find this number?"

"The phone book," Robin answered. "And I'm calling because we have important matters that we did not finish discussing."

"We can talk about the baby later, Robin. This conversation is probably not best to have over the phone," she said.

Neither is the one I want to have either, but I need to make due with what I have, Robin thought with a frown. "That's not why I'm calling, Regina."

"Then why are you?" she snapped.

Robin sighed heavily. "I'm calling to tell you that I'm not going to stop fighting for you. I don't care how long it takes. I don't care how tiresome it becomes. I don't care if you don't ever forgive me. I will keep fighting for us. For our happiness and for our child's. I want this to work Regina, for all of us. You, me, Roland, the baby. I love you and I'm not letting you slip through my fingers that easily."

His words were met with silence on the other line. Had she hung up? Robin listened and thought that perhaps he could hear a faint sniffling.

"Regina?"

"I'm here," came her reply, a mere whisper into the silence.

"Please, let's start over," Robin pleaded. "Let's try our best to put all of this behind us. Give me a second chance, Regina, and I promise I won't let you down. I'll be a good man for you, for our child."

"I don't want to be hurt again, Robin. Every relationship I've ensued, including this one, has left me broken hearted," she said.

"Then let me prove you wrong," Robin replied. "Let me have one more chance and if it doesn't work, I'll stop fighting for you. I'll leave you alone. Let's test the fates. Give me a second chance."

Again, more silence.

"Regina?"

A heavy sigh. And then, "One more chance, Robin. That is all you get. I'm not doing this because it's what I want but because I know it will be best for our child."

Robin breathed a sigh of relief once again and closed his eyes, smiling a little. "Thank you, Regina. You have no idea how much this means to me."


Nights in Portland were slowly becoming one of Robin's things he most looked forward to, especially when he went out on walks around the city. He and Roland had rented an apartment and decided to move here, to start fresh and would buy a house once they found something (Robin now keeping Regina and a baby in mind). John, too, had moved in, a few apartments down from theirs.

He had gotten Regina to agree to a walk with him around the city as a start for getting back on track. He picked her up at her mother's (who he thought had figured out that he was the baby's father and the one who had broken her daughter's heart, because of the cool words he was greeted with and a look Cora gave him that suggested she would rip his heart out and crush it if given the choice) and they took the small drive into the city.

They grabbed some hot chocolate to carry with them and started down the streets of Portland. Robin took Regina's free hand in his own, drawing her closer to his side to be sure she was warm. They walked in silence for a while, admiring the tall buildings and street lights, and the snow that slowly cascaded down from the dark, starry skies, and sipped at their hot chocolate.

"I can't thank you enough for this," Robin began once he was close to finishing his beverage. "I enjoy being with you again."

Regina hummed softly as she lifted her cup to her lips for another sip of hot cocoa.

"So, tell me... How are you and the baby doing?" He asked curiously, his eyes flirting down to her belly, which of course wouldn't be showing her pregnancy yet, especially since she had that black peacoat on.

"We're both doing alright," Regina replied. "I have to go in for frequent visits because a miscarriage is very possible at this stage, especially for me, but so far, everything looks alright. The baby is a miracle, you know. It's a wonder I conceived after all that went on."

"You're strong, the baby is strong," Robin said softly. "I think that everything will be just fine. You've both made it this far."

"I hope so," Regina said. "Losing it will be the last thing I want to deal with. I never thought I'd have this... but now I do." She stopped walking and turned to Robin, her expression soft, and the hint of happy tears sparkling in her big, brown eyes. "I suppose I have you to thank..."

"The pleasure was mine," Robin replied with a soft chuckle, reaching out and gingerly taking Regina's hands, tugging her closer to him. He let his hands brush against her belly as he drew them to her side, holding her before him. He placed a tender kiss on her forehead. "And I am truly so excited to have this baby with you, Regina Mills. I already love this child so much. Just as I love you."

There was a brief beat before a slow smile graced that beautiful face. Regina leaned up, and finally, finally after weeks, their lips collided in a kiss, one that was searing with passion, but gentle and loving all the same, and when Regina pulled back, Robin heard the words he hadn't earned, but words he was dying to hear, to confirm that this was going to work out.

"I love you, too."


The End. :)