This chapter is more of a filler than anything else and for that I can only apologise but it is still essentially to the story as a whole! I hope you guys like it! Also, there will be an author's note at the bottom that's kinda of important but don't worry about it right now, please enjoy!

The following morning, Regina slowly blinked herself awake as she sleepily took in her surroundings, feeling a brief moment of panic flow through her before she quickly remembered where she was and snuggled back into the single bed. The brunette blushed as she remembered that she was wearing Robin's clothes, feeling slightly bad for him having to sleep on the obviously uncomfortable chair when she would have gladly allowed him in bed beside her had it not been for Henry. Regina looked up at the clock on the wall next to the door and realised that it was only eight in the morning so, much to her relief, both Henry and Robin were still sound asleep. The older woman carefully and quietly began to extract herself from her bed, stretching out her muscles to get out any kinks before standing up just as quietly and retrieving her clothes from where she had neatly folded them on the desk. She was reluctant to remove Robin's clothes from her body but she knew she that if she didn't leave now she doubted she would be able to say goodbye to Robin without kissing him senselessly so she stripped herself of the larger clothes before folding them up neatly and placing them on the bed she had also made up. Once she was dressed she took a longing glance at Robin, smiling softly as she took in his appearance on the reclined chair. She quietly walked over to him, noticing how peaceful and innocent he looked when he was sleeping and gently glided her knuckles down his cheek, hoping that he would remain asleep, when he showed no sign of waking she smiled and leaned forward, carefully not to knock him and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, lingering for a few seconds before turning away. Before she left the room, she looked over at her son, who was still laying in bed snoring softly, Regina smiled at her baby boy, internally praising him for who he had become and with that, the older woman left the room and headed to the car park, preparing herself for a four hour drive as she reminded herself to text Robin as soon as she got in her car as to ensure him that she wasn't running from him.

An hour and a half later, Robin found himself in the exact same position as Regina had been in prior to him as he woke up slowly; trying not to wince at the pain in his neck from the angle he had slept in. The blue-eyed teenager quickly remembered the reason why he was even sleeping that chair in the first place and looked over to his bed, confusion filling his mind when he was met with his neatly folded clothes laying on his newly made up bed, if he didn't know any better some would assume that the bed hadn't been touched last night. The Englishman stood up from the chair, noticing that Henry was still fast asleep, and stretched, his arms flexing with each movement. He let out a sigh before picking up his phone to check if he had any messages, a small smile appearing on his face when he saw that he had one from Regina. He quickly opened it and read it before sending out a reply.

'I had to get back home and I knew that if I stayed any longer I wouldn't be able to control myself, I hope you put my number to good use and perhaps we'll be seeing each other again soon;)'

Robin let out a quiet chuckle as he reread her message, of course Regina would remain formal even through a text message. The Englishman quickly replied to her, telling her he would have to have been an idiot not to use her number and that he looked forward to seeing her. However, as he considered calling her, he realised that she was still driving and now, his roommate was beginning to stir. Robin put his phone back on the desk as he locked it just in case Henry somehow caught site of the messages and grabbed some clean clothes, telling his partially sleeping roommate that he was going for a shower as he left the room.

Over the next few days, Robin and Regina could barely find enough time to talk to each other that wasn't through texts but, even on the days they hadn't spoken, Robin would always send her a text in the morning and at night to cheer up if she was having a bad day and Regina was grateful for that. At first, Regina was reluctant to call Robin or allow him to call her when Henry was in the room with him but after Robin successfully convinced the boy that he was talking to a friend from home, Regina became more and more confident and felt less guilty about the idea of him being her son's friend. Although they still hadn't made anything official yet, they were both beginning to develop stronger feelings for one another and they knew, especially Regina, that this wasn't just a small phase for either of them. Throughout their conversations, Robin would tell Regina about his time back in England with more detail than before and she was now aware that his parents were the reason behind his course choice at college and she couldn't help but feel for him, however, she also knew that there was very little she could do as she didn't feel as though it was her place to tell him to stand up to the people who had raised him. On the other hand, Robin would listen in awe as Regina spoke passionately about her job and admired her for being able to raise Henry alone, to which he comforted her when she almost broke down to the mere thought of Daniel. They couldn't help their feelings for another but they each knew that at this point there was no turning back and they were both more than willing to go that extra step.

It was now three days before Christmas and Henry was packing his bag to go home, they had been given the next two weeks off and the teenager had spent most of them preparing for his first official trip back to Storybrooke. Robin, however, was indifferent and had spent the first few days of their break getting caught up on any work he had missed and trying not to let his annoyance at his parents grow. He had called them the night before to let them know he would be able to make it back to New York for Christmas only for his father to tell him that they had left a few days prior and were now back in England visiting family for the holidays, although Robin was deeply upset about the situation, he tried not to let his disappointment show and played it off as if everything was fine. Not even when Regina had asked him what he was doing over Christmas did he allow himself to falter, this was his issue and he didn't want to get anyone else involved.

"Dude, aren't you going to start packing?" Henry asked, placing the last article of clothing into his rucksack.

"I don't have a reason to, my parents are in England for the holidays so I'll be staying here," he shrugged.

Henry immediately halted his actions and turned his head to face his roommate, a look of confusion and shock on his face. "You can't spend Christmas stuck in this hellhole, do you have any other family members here you could stay with?"

"Just my parents and brother, it's fine, I'll get some quiet and besides, it gives me a chance to get caught up on work."

His roommate shook his head, "No way am I letting you sit here by yourself on Christmas," Robin went to interrupt but Henry refused to let him, "Listen, I can call my mom and I'm sure she'd be more than happy to have you with us in Storybrooke, we've got plenty room in the house and hey, the more the merrier."

Robin had to bite his tongue to refrain from making a comment about how Regina wouldn't mind his arrival; however, the Englishman really didn't want to impose on their holiday regardless of what his relationship with Regina was. As if sensing that Robin was prepared to argue a point as to why he couldn't go with him, Henry stepped in.

"Come on, man, I'm not going to let you spend your first Christmas here alone... Please?" Henry continued to beg.

Eventually, Robin rolled his eyes and gave in with a nod, the only thing on his mind being Regina and how he would deal with living in her house for at least a week. The Englishman then watched as Henry immediately called his mother to inform her of the slight change made before sending out a text of his own to the woman apologising for the inconvenience. After packing his bag, purposely including the shirt and sweatpants Regina wore the night she was here, the two friends made their way out of the college and towards the bus that would take them straight to Maine.

So what did everyone think? I'm really sorry that it's not the best chapter but there wasn't much else I could do with it without taking parts out of the next chapter but I really hope you enjoyed it and thank you all for bearing with me as we get through this story together. I also have to let you guys know that as of now, updates may become less frequent due to personal reasons (Nothing serious but I won't have as much time to upload) but I will not be abandoning this fic or putting it on hiatus, I can promise you all that I will update as much as I can throughout the week and I truly hope that this doesn't deter you from this story, I'm going to be on top of it as much as I can and I promise you that I will finish this story! I'm sorry if it's not the most ideal but I hope to see you all back next time, thank you all for staying with me so far!