Hi! Thanksgiving has arrived in Storybrooke. A huge shout out to everyone who has been so kind as to leave review or talk to me on Twitter. The positive response has been so wonderful, and reviews make me happy! Haha. This chapter was getting a tad too long, so I've split it into two. I own absolutely nothing but the mistakes, the are all mine. Enjoy the festivities.

"Is everything okay?"

Emma's lips are curved downward as she asks Regina the world's most open ended question. She's been quiet for most of the car ride and Emma can't take it anymore. Regina mumbles an apology and readjusts herself in her seat so she is facing forward as opposed to out the passenger window.

"That doesn't answer the question," Emma glances over to Regina for a split second before directing her eyes back to the road, "Are you nervous?"

"No… Well," Regina checks herself in her minor lie, "I suppose I am, but that's not it," Emma keeps her eyes on the road, giving Regina time to collect herself, "I had a bad morning at work, that's it. I guess I'm having a hard time letting it go."

"Would this have anything to do with the witch?" Emma asks, teasingly. Regina sighs and nods her head.

Zelena Green. The resident wicked witch of her workplace. Call it paranoia, call it whatever you want, but that woman is dead set of making Regina's life a living hell.

"She's the reason I was late. The reason that we were three hours late leaving. She just such a… I swear there's not even a word to describe that woman." Regina rubs her palms on her trousers, "There's a big trial hearing on Saturday and they needed a file prepared. She was asked to tell me a week ago. She told me this morning."

"Jeez, Regina. Did you get it finished?"

"Eventually," Regina groans, "I could have killed her."

"Why do you still work there if you hate it so much?" Emma asks, it's not a condescending question. It is due to curiosity. Regina opens her mouth to answer but the words get stuck in her throat.

Why does she still work there? It was her first job out of college, and then Henry came along, and then Daniel was sick. There have been so many things that had her shy away from looking for a new job. Sure, being a paralegal was great. The money is decent, the hours are flexible, she does enjoy it. If only that red-headed, annoying, manipulative-

"Regina?"

"Huh?" Regina is ripped from her internal rant, "Oh, sorry. I don't know why I'm still there. Security, I guess. I can provide for my son," Regina turns her head and smiles at Henry. He's watching a movie on Regina's tablet.

"That's a lousy reason for staying in a job," Emma says, merging off the highway, "We need gas."

"I am just going to forget all about work this weekend and actually try to enjoy myself."

Emma pulls up to the gas pump and switches off the engine, "Come outside and keep me company," Regina glances back at Henry and Emma rolls her eyes, "He'll be fine."

Reluctantly, Regina unbuckles her seatbelt and stands out side the car while Emma pumps the gas, she doesn't close the car door though. The last thing they need are the doors locking themselves and scaring the hell out of them. No thank you.

Regina's cell phone dings from inside her purse on the floor of the passenger seat. She leans inside to grab it and smirks instantly when she see's the message.

Am I going to be graced with your presence this evening, or are you going to make me wait until morning, love?

She types back a quick response, apologising and telling him that it may be the morning that they see each other, promising to explain why when they talk. She slips her phone into her trouser pocket and snaps her head up after Emma clears her throat.

"Is that your boyfriend checking where we are?" Emma teases, hanging up the gas pump.

"He's not my boyfriend," And if by fate, Emma's phone rings. Emma looks at her phone and grins at whatever message was received.

"Your boyfriend?" Regina laughs, giving Emma a comical look with an eyebrow raised.

"I don't have a boyfriend either," Emma drawls, leaning over the top of the car, "How about we get this drive over with and see these gentlemen who are not our boyfriends?"

They arrive late. So much later than they wanted to. Henry Sr. is at the front door to meet them happily, watching intently as Regina walks up the path his a sleeping Henry in her arms. She whispers that she is going to put him to bed and shuffles up the stairs.

"Good to see you, Swan," Henry Sr. hugs Emma tightly, Emma having to crouch slightly at the man's shortened height.

"Back at you, Mills. I've missed beating you at chess."

Henry Sr. chuckles leaving their embrace, "I've been practicing, I'll have you know."

"Right," Emma clicks her tongue as Regina walks down the stairs.

Henry Sr. meets Regina in a hug after she as reaches the bottom. No words are exchanged, just a close hold, desperate almost, and Regina feels slightly guilty. She probably could have called more over the last month.

They pull apart and Regina smiles softly, "How have you been?"

"Pretty great, actually," he tells them, excitedly, "Everyone in town has been wonderful. Helena and Robin, especially. They've checked in on me almost every day, and I'll tell you, that young man is the cutest thing."

Regina laughs nervously, "Robin?"

"Roland…" Emma corrects her and giggles, patting Regina on the shoulder, "Get your head out of the gutter, lady."

Oh God. Regina turns slightly pink and drops her face into a hand, breathing out an embarrassed laugh, "I'm very tired.

"I'm sure you are, sweetheart. Why don't you both get some sleep? Helena and Robin are expecting us at noon tomorrow."

"Isn't that a little early for dinner?" Emma asks. Regina smiles sympathetically at her. Growing up an orphan, Emma never truly celebrated Thanksgiving, and she has definitely never experienced a Storybrooke Thanksgiving, so she is in for a treat.

"We eat at three, then you can all head to the street fair. Roland has been rather excited about, I'm willing to bet that Henry will be as well."

The street fair. How could she have forgotten such a tradition? A bright smile appears on Regina's face.

"Indeed, he will," Regina agrees, still smiling, "Anyway, I need sleep. Let's gather our things and go to bed."

She and Emma bring their suitcases inside and retreat to their bedrooms after expressing goodnight. Once alone, Regina breathes out a sigh, much like anyone would after a long day of travelling. She readies herself for bed, her pyjamas thicker than the last time to account for the drastic weather change; there certainly is more of a chill in the air.

She's about to crawl into bed when her phone rings out with her text tone.

Might I interest you in a quick late night conversation?

She grins whens he hears his window opening outside her own. This is exciting. She feels giddy as she reaches for a sweater in preparation for the colder air. She stands in front of the curtains and grips the fabric in her hands, pausing for a moment, biting her bottom lip while she smiles.

She opens the curtains wide and pushes her window up, bending to stick her head slightly outside the window. He's mimicking her, a wide smile spread on his face.

"Good evening, Regina," He says softly, and for the first time in a long time she notices just how much his accent does things to her; there is a weakness in her knees and she tries very hard to ignore it.

"Hi," she responds, and then a laugh bubbles from her chest. She hears him chuckle back with inquisitive eyes, "I feel like we're breaking our bedtime rules again," she explains.

"Hopefully neither of our parents barge into our room," he says, his voice full of tease, then he sighs, "God, we certainly spent many nights like this, didn't we?"

The memories flood back, in a split second, and they overwhelm her, "We did," she agrees.

There's a chair pulled up to the window, she was sitting with bent knees with her feet perched on the window sill.

"I'm going to fail this test," Robin groaned from his own window, he's on a chair, sitting to the side leaning his elbow on his own window sill, a calculus book and his notes balancing in his lap.

"You're not going to fail. We did so many practise problems. You can do it, you just lack the confidence," Regina sighed; this had been a constant battle since they started studying together.

"Maybe I can say I'm sick?" Robin suggested, causing Regina to laugh.

"This is already your second chance, don't blow it."

"My father will kill me if I fail this," Robin bowed his head into the crook of his elbow and released a shuddered breath. Regina instantly noticed that this wasn't the normal level of test anxiety. This was something else, something about failing was terrifying him.

"Robin," she placed her feet on the floor and leaned forward on her elbows. When he didn't respond, she tried again, "Robin, hey. Look at me," He did, reluctantly, but he did. His eyes were red with tiredness and stress and it shook her soul, "Listen to me. Calculus is not meant to be easy. If it were, everyone would be a mathematician."

"You're so good at it, though," Robin grumbled, slightly jealous.

"My Mom is mayor, she's good with numbers," Regina brushed off, "You went in to the first midterm with little studying. You are so much more prepared this time… You just have to believe in yourself."

Robin's head shot up and he grinned, and she knew what he was going to say before he even said it and rolled her eyes.

"Mary Margaret? Is that you?" Robin joked and he laughed happily.

"I'm just trying to be nice, dear. No need to be throwing around such insults," She teased back.

"You love her, really."

"I do," Regina nodded, still a glint of playfulness in her eyes, "But, it usually is the people who you love the most the drive you the craziest."

There's a knock at Regina's door and she cursed quietly as she closed her curtains quickly. She jumped into bed as quietly as she could, facing away from the door, before it opened.

"Regina," Cora scolded lightly, "Not only are you up passed midnight on a school night, but you have the audacity to try and trick me?"

Admitting defeat, Regina turned to face the doorway with an apologetic look, "Sorry, Mom," she sighed at sat up in her bed, "Robin has his calculus midterm tomorrow and he's having a math related meltdown. I was just trying to help him."

Cora sighed, pulling her robe tightly around her middle as she walked to the window and opened the curtains.

Robin was looking down at his calculus books, "Close one?" He asked without looking up.

"You could say that, Mr. Locksley," Cora said. Robin lifted his face, shocked, making Cora purse her lips in amusement.

"Mayor Mills," Robin gulped.

Regina crept up next to Cora and mumbled an apology out the window.

"Big test?" Cora asked Robin and he nodded his head, "Sleep is more important that studying. Never forget that."

"I won't."

Cora looked back to Regina and smirked, "Five more minutes," then she leaned back out the window, narrowing her eyes playfully at Robin, "I mean it."

"Of course," Robin smiled, "Goodnight, Mayor Mills."

She smiled and kissed Regina on the cheek, "Please get some sleep," and then she whispered so Robin couldn't hear her, "And for the love of God, please get him to stop calling me that. It's like having my own son call me Madame Mayor."

Regina snorted a laugh, "I'll work on that."

"Goodnight, darling."

"How was the drive?" Robin asks.

"Long," Regina groans, "Emma chatted up a storm and Henry kept himself entertained for the most part."

"That's good. Roland is very much looking forward to seeing you both."

"As are we," Regina smiles, "Thank you, Robin."

"For what?"

"Daddy mentioned that you were keeping him company. Thank you." Regina nods her head in appreciation, "I worried about him a lot."

"It was my pleasure. Roland is quite taken with him," Robin tells her and she smirks.

"He does have quite the charm with children," she laughs. His face changes then, he's looking at her differently, like he's mesmerised but plagued with a question that he wants to ask, "What?"

Shaking his head, "Nothing, I just really want to kiss you right now."

Relief overwhelms her body, she thought something was wrong, "Well," she purses her lips, "That would be quite difficult in our current situation, so you will have to wait until tomorrow. In the meantime, this will have to suit you."

He grins, "I'm quite alright with that. This ritual is one of my favourite things about us."

"It is?" She asks, her head tilting to the side. She enjoyed their late night conversations very much, but she wouldn't rank it as her favourite thing about their childhood, "Why?"

"Ah, I'm afraid that my reason is selfish and may hit a sore spot," his eyes droop, feeling shameful.

"No," she eases, "You can tell me anything."

Contemplating for a moment, he gives in and shrugs his shoulders, "It was the one thing I had with you that Daniel didn't."

Her heart melts, but she can see why he would worry in telling her that. However, she knows that he didn't mean it maliciously; they all spent so much time together, small private moments were scarce, and he was right. This was one of theirs.

"Daniel would have complained about the cold," she jokes, Robin laughing loudly at her statement.

"Then he would put on a jumper and complain about being too hot," Robin adds, still laughing Regina snorts a laugh out of her nose because what he said was so true. "Anyway, milady. I should let you rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

"I look forward to your Mom's cooking," Regina winks.

He puts his hand to his chest in feigned insult, "I'll have you know, I am getting up very early to cook Thanksgiving dinner this year."

Regina playfully grimaces her face with a sharp intake of breath, "Is it too late to change our plans?"

"Excuse me, I am quite a good cook," Robin argues, his ego slightly bruised and in need of defending.

"We'll see," she teases and closes her window and curtains. She goes to bed with a smile on her face and excitement for the following day flowing through her body.

"When was the last time you spent a Thanksgiving here?" Emma asks over coffee.

Regina swallows the huge gulp she has taken with a thoughtful face, "My sophomore year of college?" She answers, looking to her Father for agreement.

He nods, "Sounds about right, then you started visiting Daniel's parents around this time of year."

Regina suddenly feels guilty, hating that she made her Father think about her last time in Storybrooke. After that final Thanksgiving, she vowed to never come back and she didn't until the month earlier.

"Well, it's about time we started a Storybrooke Thanksgiving tradition, don't you think?" Emma suggests with a huge grin and a skip in her step as she walks to the coffee pot.

"You're way too excited about this," Regina chuckles, noting Emma's giddiness, "Or is it excitement over seeing Killian," Emma flips her head back to Regina, her eyes travelling between Regina and Henry Sr.

"Oh, don't worry," Henry Sr. tells Emma, "The whole of Storybrooke knows about his visits to see you."

Regina chuckles softly into her coffee mug when she see's Emma jaw drop in disbelief, Henry Sr. laughing as well.

"Well, I'll have you know that I am excited about the street fair," Emma defends, folding her arms, "I've never been to anything like it."

Both Regina and Henry Sr. are looking at the blonde intently, a feeling of uncertainty between the both of them.

"Is she joking?" Henry Sr. asks Regina.

"I don't know. She's childish enough that she could be telling the truth," Regina whispers to her father.

"Hey!" Emma exclaims, pointing to herself, "I'm right here, you know."

"I'm glad you're here, Em!" Henry squeals happily walking into the kitchen from the living room.

Emma bends down to pick up the boy, holding him close and smothering his cheek in loud, exaggerated kisses, "At least someone around here appreciates me," Emma jokes, winking at the adults.

Henry continues to giggle as Emma's kisses subside, "Are we going to see Roland soon?" Henry asks.

Regina pulls the sleeve of her royal blue sweater up off her watch, "It is almost noon, we should probably go over there."

"To the coats!" Emma declares loudly with Henry's legs still wrapped around her waist. He giggles as Emma walks funnily towards the front door and helps Henry into his big winter coat. Regina and Henry Sr follow suit and when they are all bundled they walk to the house next door.

Henry and Emma are further ahead, when Henry Sr. mentions Cora, "Your Mother loved Thanksgiving."

Regina smiles, looking at him and reaching down to take his gloved hand in her own, "She did. I would kill to have her candied sweet potatoes again," Regina groans at the memory of the deliciously sweet dish that her Mother always pristinely prepared.

Henry Sr. laughs, "She would have loved that you were home this year."

"I miss her, too." Regina squeezes the hand she is holding. Together they climb the stairs and enters the Locksley household. Regina shrugs off her coat and hangs it where she always used to; she smirks to herself when she realises how she did so without thinking, as if she had performed the same action every day for years.

Killian is already there and joined to Emma at the hip. Regina rolls her eyes at his smitten eyes but smiles warmly as she see's him interact with Henry and Roland, leaving them giggling at him. He was always such an annoying soul when they were at school, but from where she was standing, it appears he has changed for the better.

"Regina," Killian addresses with a nod.

"Killian, it's lovely to see you."

"No need to lie to me, love," Killian winks, making Henry giggle at him again.

Roland tackles Regina legs in a strong hug suddenly, "Hi, Regina!"

Regina bends down to look at the young boy, "Hello, Roland," she brushes a hand through his hair. It's still long and shaggy like the first time they had met, "It's so great to see you again."

Roland nods enthusiastically, "Papa missed you so much, he talks about you all the time."

Regina tries to stifle her laughter, lifting her fingertips to her lips and standing up straight.

"I see my Grandson has already started to embarrass Robin," Helena announces from behind her and she is in Helena's arms in an instant, "It's so great to have you home."

"How are you?" Regina asks, pulling away from the embrace.

"Excellent. Hello, Henry," Helena addresses Henry Sr., "Robin is in the kitchen but has forbid me from allowing anyone to enter."

"I don't want the children around the hot stove," Robin explains walking out of the kitchen, "It only seems fair to keep everyone out, don't you agree?"

Regina turns her entire body to catch him walking out of the kitchen. He's approaching her slowly and doesn't hesitate in bringing her in close to his chest in a hug. She closes her eyes as soon as they make contact, breathing out a sigh made up of mixed emotions.

When they move apart, Regina's eyes are still closed but she feels as he cups her cheek in his hand and caresses her soft skin with his thumb. She opens her eyes and they are brimming with tears.

"What wrong?" Robin asks with a frown.

Smiling through her feelings, she shakes her head to ease his worry, "You're here…"

She knocked loudly on Robin's door. It was the first Thanksgiving break of their college lives and she hadn't heard from him since the summer. Helena was taking forever to answer the door, so Regina knocked again.

When the door creaked open, Helena's eyes peered out from the small space that was formed, "Oh. Regina," Helena said sadly, "How is college life treating you?"

She could tell something was wrong, and she frowned, "It's great… Uh, is Robin home?"

"He's not coming home," Helena sighed.

Feeling guilty, Robin brings his other hand to her face, bringing her forehead to his, "I'm here," he whispers softly into their shared space.

They spend a moment just like that and nobody dares to interrupt them. This is the reunion that Regina has always dreamed of. Sweet, tender, happy, as opposed to last month's morbid series of events.

"Can I help you in the kitchen?" Regina whispers, breaking their silence.

"No need, lovely. I've got it covered."

"Are you sure you-"

He silences her with a kiss. It's not overly passionate, but it's enough. Enough to have her leaning into him, enough to have her trying really hard to suppress the moan that wants to leave her throat. She wants to pull him even closer, but the a playful groan from behind them causes them to part.

"Does it ever get easier?" Henry Sr. asks Helena once his groan has passed.

"Watching our kids grow up? No." Helena teases, winking at Regina whose face turns pink, "Aren't you supposed to be watching the stove?" She directs at Robin.

"Oh, shit," Robin grits, dropping one last kiss onto Regina's lips before scurrying off into the kitchen. His hurrying making everyone chuckle as they walk into the living room to join everyone else.

"I don't think I'll get used to seeing that," Henry Sr. teases after Helena offers them drinks.

Rolling her eyes, "You got used to me and Daniel."

"If you think any Father will get used to their child kissing someone, you're wrong. What if it were Henry?"

Regina's eyes narrow, glaring at him with a look close to disgust, "I don't ever want to think of my baby being old enough for that."

Laughing, he squeezes her elbow, "We're on the same page, then, sweetheart," Regina hums trying to rid of the thought, "Are you happy?" Henry Sr. asks. She smiles without looking at him, the answer evident on her brightened face before she opens her mouth to answer, "Good."

"Is Cora sure that I can't help at all?" Helena asked, her hand clasped around a wine glass.

"Trust me," Regina laughed, "If we go in there, she'll just get antsy. This is her moment to shine."

"If you're sure. I just can't thank you all enough for having us this year." Helena smiled at Regina with a level of sincerity that prompted Regina to smile back brightly at her.

"It's our pleasure. I'm just happy to have someone my age in the house this year," Regina guided Helena into their sitting room, where Henry Sr. and Robin were chatting, "What are you guys talking about?"

Robin's face is flustered with confusion as their eyes are glued to the television, "Your Father is trying to explain this sport to me."

"Football?" Regina smirked, sitting next to Henry Sr.

"It makes no sense," Robin professed, "I much prefer English football."

Regina rolled her eyes, "Don't listen to him, Daddy."

Henry Sr. chuckled at the pair and looked over Regina to Robin, "You'll get it soon enough, my boy. Then I can finally have someone over for games."

"Excuse me," Regina interjected, "I am quite happy to watch these with you."

"I know," Henry agreed, smooching an appreciative kiss to her cheek, "But, we all know you don't do it because you enjoy it," Regina hummed sadly, upset that she was never as convincing as she thought, "But, you do it anyway, and I love you for it."

Robin watched the pair go back and forth lovingly, and the look of jealously on his face went unnoticed by everyone but Helena who could only wish that Robin had the kind of Father he deserved.

"You're missing the game," Regina announces, entering the forbidden kitchen.

Robin spins, an oven glove over both of his hands, and a sheen of sweat over his forehead from the heat of the kitchen, "I do believe I asked you to stay out of here," Robin jokes.

The sight of him makes her chuckle softly, and she shrugs her shoulders, "I missed you," she pouts.

"You are sorely missed, also. However, I am supposed to be impressing you," She takes in the room, and smells deeply.

"Hmm, if the scent is any indication, you already are." Out of the corner of her eye, she notices a book that isn't in it's right place. A book filled with colourful post-it notes and flashcards, "Is that my Mom's recipe book?"

Robin smiles admirably when Regina flips the book open. She runs her fingertips over the book, closing her eyes to remember the feeling. The pages are coarse, filled with her Mother's handwriting, as well as her Father's.

"Hello, darling," Cora said, entering the kitchen with a sigh.

"How was work?" Regina asked, not moving her attention from the task in front of her.

"The usual," Cora groans, "What are you up to?" She asked, walking behind Regina to glance over her shoulder. Regina was just putting the finishing touches of her creation; a light sprinkling of powdered sugar over the pastry triangles, "You baked?"

"Yeah," Regina said proudly, "And, you're just in time to try them."

Regina scurried to get a plate and placed one of the baked goods on it, "What is it?" Cora asked, curiously, taking the plate and the fork that Regina pushed in her direction.

"Apple turnovers."

Cora hesitantly took a bite, and as the dessert melted in her mouth, she moaned a delightful moan, "Oh, my God. Regina," she talked with her mouth full, "This is heavenly. Where did you find the recipe for this?" Regina's smile was so wide that it took up the majority of her face, but shrugged her shoulders nervously at the question. Cora's eyes widened, "You came up with this yourself?"

With a tight lipped smile, Regina nodded her head, "I followed one of your recipes for the pastry, but I made the filling myself."

"Well," Cora exhaled, standing up and opening the cupboard filled with cookbooks, retrieving Cora's book of personal recipes, "I believe it's time to add a new dessert, what do you think?"

"Really?" Regina squealed, "You really think it's that good?"

"Hide them from your Father," Cora joked in response, "They're fantastic. Perhaps a new Thanksgiving tradition?"

"I haven't seen this book in so long. Why do you have it?" Regina asks, her eyes meeting his.

"I needed an idea for a dessert and your Father was kind enough to let me browse through this. I hope you don't mind?" Robin asks, hoping that he didn't overstep.

"No, of course not. What did you decide on?"

"A few things, I bookmarked the pages," Robin tells her, approaching the stove to stir what appears to be a gravy. Regina's eyes go back to the book, seeing the bookmarks he was talking about.

Robin moves behind her as she flips the page to the first bookmark, hovering over her shoulder, "Tell me you didn't," Regina exclaims excitedly, turning to face him, their faces close.

"Candied sweet potatoes. Of course I did, they were quite the delicious tradition in your household."

She can't help herself, she kisses him enthusiastically. Her appreciation radiating from her body to his through their connected lips.

When she moves away, she smiles greatly, "Thank you," she whispers, pecking him on the lips once more, "I was really missing my Mom earlier."

"And her sweet potatoes?" He asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He tickles her slightly while doing so, making her grin.

"And her potatoes," she laughs.

"I'm glad to have been of assistance… But I do have one request."

"Hmm?" She brushes her nose over his gently.

"I need you to leave and let me work my magic," His eyes are playful, using his hands to flip her around by the shoulders and guide her out of the kitchen with a gentle shove, laughing and amused the entire way.

Dinner is great. It's better than great. Everyone laughs and smiles and shares some memories, as well as the things they are grateful for this year, as per Henry's request. And they are stuffed.

Robin truly outdid himself with dinner. Everything was spectacular, and every ounce of hard work that he put into preparing the meal was worth it when Henry Sr. and Regina got to have a helping of the dishes that reminded them of Cora.

One thing that truly tugged at Regina's heart strings all through dinner was watching Emma; the flirting between her and Killian, the way she interacted with the young boys, just the way she smiled at being a part of something. It is moments like that that Regina is truly grateful for, but she keeps that one too herself this year.

Now, the conversation has begun to quiet down, the dishes have been cleared, the lasts of their wine is being sipped, and, not that anyone else knew, but the way Robin has been holding Regina's hand under the table for the last five minutes has resulted in nothing but constant butterflies that she never wants to go away.

"Thank you for such a nice dinner, Robin," Killian announces, a true sense of thanks in his voice.

"Agreed," Emma follows, leading to a series of agreement among the table.

"How about we head out and show the kids what the best street fair in America looks like?" Killian suggests.

"Yes!" Emma squeals, "I mean… uh, yeah. Sure, the kids would like that."

Regina laughs heartily at her, Emma sticking her tongue out at her, "Let's get bundled up and ready to go?" Regina announces.

"Let's go," Henry Sr. pushes his chair out first and initiates the preparation.

Everyone helps the young boys dress; hats, gloves, scarves, you name it. Regina buttons up her long black winter coat before kneeling down to tie the loose shoelace on Roland's shoe.

"We can't have you falling down out there, can we?"

Roland giggles and thanks her, and then he scatters off down the path to link hands with Emma who was already holding Henry's hand.

"It would appear that our children don't want to spend any time with us," Robin smirks, reaching down to hold onto Regina's hand as they follow.

"It appears so," Regina nods, not sure exactly how to feel about it. On the one hand, she and Robin can focus on each other for a little, but on the other, she wants to experience this night with Henry as well.

"He'll be latching onto you soon enough," Robin soothes, as if he could read her mind, "I give it five minutes tops before he is dragging you around the fair."

He's completely right. As soon as they reach Main Street, covered in lights and music being blared, Henry is excitedly pulling on Regina's hand, pointing at everything that he possibly could.

Emma and Killian have disappeared, while Henry Sr. and Helena are sat with some other residents drinking on a hot beverage, leaving Robin and Regina to explore the wonders with their sons.

However, after very little time, the boys tire and want to sit and drink on hot chocolate with their Grandparents. Robin, however, isn't quite ready to sit for the evening. He convinces Regina to join a crowd of their old friends who are gathered by the music tent. It is there that Regina is tackled by Mary Margaret.

"I'm so happy you're home for Thanksgiving," Mary Margaret smiles into their embrace.

"Me too, now let me see this ring, future Mrs. Nolan," Regina laughs happily when Mary Margaret blushes and sticks out her left hand for viewing, "Nice job, David." Regina winks.

"Why, thank you," David grins, "Are you enjoying the fair? It's been a while since you've been home for it."

"Just as fun as I remember," she smiles in Robin's direction as he let's go of her hand and disappears from view for a moment, "So, are you guys going to dance your heart out?"

"I'm afraid those days are behind us and the newest wave of high schoolers have taken over," David says, looping his arm around Mary Margaret, "But, we have danced our fair share today. Jefferson is on music, so it's been quite a decent playlist."

Regina lifts up her chin, her eyes trying to catch a glimpse of Jefferson through the dancing residents of Storybrooke. She eventually finds him, and Robin is chatting away with him. She doesn't remember them being overly friendly, but things aren't exactly what they used to be.

Robin makes his way back through the crowd to Regina and kisses her softly, many eyes on them. The tip of her nose is cold in the chilly November air, so Robin drops his lips to it, trying to warm her up as much as he can.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that," David chuckled, Mary Margaret's mouth dropped in shock.

"When? How? Wait… what?" Mary Margaret shouts happily, "Are you guys together?"

Regina blushes as her eyes find Robin rubbing the back of his neck, "Um, well,-" Robin starts.

"We haven't really discussed anything yet. We're just-"

"Taking it slow," Robin finishes and they smile at each other.

"This is so amazing, you guys," Mary Margaret says, a supportive smile flashing at them.

"That it is," Robin agrees, and as the song currently playing begins to fade, Robin reaches out a hand to Regina as an offering to dance, "Milady?"

Regina shakes her head and waves her hand dismissively, not wanting to be the centre of attention, and Robin can respect that. But as the melodic tune of her favourite song begins to play out among the crowd, a smile breaks out on her face, even more so when she realises he has clearly made this song request.

"Yazoo? Really, Robin?" David laughs, "The current teenagers aren't going to know what hit them."

"Well, the least I can do is educate them musically," Robin retorts, grinning also.

"Only You?" Regina asks Robin, biting her lip.

"It was one of your favourite songs, no?" Robin raises an eyebrow, knowing how much she adored the song.

"It will always will be."

"Well, then…May I have this dance, love?"

Y'all are about to get my own version of an OQ dance, and I'm super excited. One review mentioned the letter that Cora had left for Regina. I promise, it's not forgotten, in fact we are going to see it in the next chapter, so keep your eyes peeled. Please leave a review or follow me on Twitter (RegalPixieDust). Thanks to everyone who has supported me with this story! It means the world. Until my next update, MWAH! xo