Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT or the characters.

Robin had the tact to wait to bring up the argument over security until David and Mary Margaret had left to run errands before reporting to the club that night. He closed the front door behind them and marched back into the sitting room where Regina reclined on the couch and Roland played with a stack of wooden blocks by the windows. "You're going to have a guard. I'll let you choose one of the men, but one will be watching after you."

She narrowed her deep brown eyes at him, red lips in a harsh line. "You are not setting someone to watch me like I am a child. I can take care of myself."

"A little handgun in your bedside drawer won't protect you from Gold's gang, and you know that," Robin retorted, sitting on the armchair across from her. "And Gold has already proved that he isn't afraid of your connections."

"Well, I'm not afraid of Gold, so I suppose we're even," Regina smirked. "Robin, I'll be fine."

He stood up and started pacing, running a hand over his slicked back hair so it stood on end. "I'm not willing to take that chance."

Regina swung her legs off the couch and set her feet in their dainty heels on the floor. "It's not your call," she replied. "I am not going to accept one of your guard dogs, and that is final."

"Bloody hell, Regina, I'm not losing you!" he hissed, moving to stand in front of her. She got to her feet and glared at him. Robin glared back, worry lines creasing on his forehead. "There was nothing I could do to save Roland's mother, but I can and will protect you."

Her eyes softened and she lifted a hand to his forehead in an attempt to smooth away the wrinkles. "You don't need to protect me, sweetheart. I can manage myself."

"All the same, I would feel better if you had someone with you at all hours," he repeated, lines still on his forehead as he thought. Regina saw a light flick on in his eyes when he smiled at her, dimples appearing. "What if I stayed with you?"

"Like the arrangement Emma and Killian made?" Regina asked. "I'm pretty sure my mother would kill you herself if she found out you were spending nights in my house."

"She wouldn't if we were married," he murmured, grin widening. "What do you think, Regina? You get personal security, I no longer have to go back and forth with Roland to my apartment each night when we all know we'd rather be here, and we will be man and wife. Honestly, I can't think of a better plan."

"You want to get married?" Regina repeated. "Now?"

"Now," he nodded, kneeling down in front of her. "Regina Mills, will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?"

"The club opens in five hours for the night, Gold just threatened our business and possibly our lives, and now is when you decide would be a good time to get married?" she demanded. He continued to smile up at her as Roland ran over to join them. Roland immediately got down on his knees beside his father and smiled up at Regina.

She looked back and forth between the two identical dimpled smiles and laughed. "Mother will throw a fit when she finds out, but alright. Let's go get married!"

Robin let out a whoop and jumped to his feet, wrapping Regina in a hug and pressing a firm kiss to her lips. Roland hugged Regina around the knees, grin wide. She untangled herself from them both and glanced at the clock. "I'll call my step-father to get the license. The two of you should go get dressed fit for a wedding. I'll meet you at the courthouse."

Kissing her one more time, Robin picked Roland up and the two boys left the house as Regina went to the phone in the corner of the room. "Hello, Father? Yes, this is Regina. I was hoping you could do me a favor?"

Once she had hung up the phone she ran upstairs to throw on the only white dress in her closet. The fringe fell to just below her knees and the shoulder straps met at the back of her neck to go between her shoulder blades in a single strap. Regina touched up her red lipstick and blackened her eyelashes before pinning a black birdcage veil over the front of her short hair. Buckling on a pair of strappy silver heels in place of her black ones, she grabbed a jacket and her handbag before breezing out of the house and down the street towards the courthouse.

Robin, Roland, and the mayor were all waiting for her at the courthouse. She grinned at Robin, nodding her approval of his black suit, green waistcoat, and green tie. Roland wore a matching green bowtie with his black suit and held a little box in his hands. The mayor led them into one of the small rooms where juries would meet.

"I understand the two of you wish to be joined in matrimony, is this correct?" he asked, mustache twitching with a smile. Robin and Regina both nodded solemnly. "Alright, let's get started."

"Robin, do you take Regina to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold in rich and poor, health and sickness, good times and bad, as long as you both shall live?" Regina's stepfather asked.

"And longer still," Robin said, hands in Regina's and hazel eyes burning.

"Regina, do you take Robin to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold in rich and poor, health and sickness, good times and bad, as long as you both shall live?"

She smiled, tears forming in her eyes despite herself. "I do."

"Then by the power invested in me by my position as mayor, I now pronounce you man and wife," he said, signing the license he had prepared and pressing the seal of the city on it. "You may exchange rings and kiss the bride."

Robin took the box from Roland and opened it, revealing a delicate gold band with a square-cut diamond set in the center. "I picked this out a few weeks ago," he admitted as he slid it onto her finger. "I was just waiting for the right moment."

Regina smiled at him as she pulled a plain gold band from her handbag. "This was my father's," she told him quietly. "I think he'd be proud to know you're the one I chose to wear it."

Robin took her face in his hands and kissed her sweetly. The mayor led Roland in a round of applause. Regina and Robin signed the wedding certificate and hugged the mayor, thanking him. He nodded, pecked Regina on the cheek, and hugged Roland before leaving, eyes suspiciously watery.

"Well, Mrs. Hood," Robin said with a grin. "Shall we get to the club?"

She pulled his face down for another kiss. "I suppose we should."

A/N: Sorry for the complete lack of Captain Swan in this chapter, but this little behind-the-scenes sort of thing has been rattling around in my head for ages and I desperately wanted to write it. The next chapter will be more focused on Emma and Killian again, and hopefully will be up by the end of this week (although I can't promise anything as I am terrible with scheduling writing).