"I know you don't love me anymore Robin and I'm sorry," she cried shaking her head as she went to stand up, but he grabbed her, staring into her eyes.

"What?" Robin's face fell, what was she talking about? How could he possibly not be in love with her anymore? There was just no way that was the truth. It wasn't, he loved her with everything he had and there was no way he would allow her to go on thinking that he didn't love her, was this why she ran off, because she thought that he didn't love her? "Regina, what did you just say?"

"Don't make me say it again," she breathed, averting her gaze away from his and staring to the water, "it was bad enough admitting it to myself the first time."

"Regina, what the hell," he snapped, running his hands across his face, before looking up at her, "Regina! What's going on?"

"Don't yell at me! I know you love Marian! You don't love me Robin! You should have left me where I belonged, I shouldn't be here, I don't belong here," she stood up, beginning to run off.

"Regina! You belong here! You belong with me!" He shouted after her, his hand gripping to his side as he stood up from the floor, feeling a huge bought of pain wash over him, when he pulled his hand away, he saw that it was coated in blood, obviously, he had done more damage in the car accident than he thought, but he didn't care, he needed her to stop, needed her to listen, "Regina, I love you! God dammit, stop walking away from me! Regina…" She turned around meeting his eyes and in that moment, he felt his legs give way as he fell to the sidewalk, the last thing he heard before he blacked out was Regina screaming his name.

Robin groaned and tried to stretch before wincing at the sharp pain that shot down his side and then from his head, his eyes scrunched shut. He tried to open them and was met with a blinding bright light which had them closing again. His head was pounding and he just wanted the pain to go away, he reclined back, his hands rubbing over his face as his fingers came into contact with something soft wrapped around his head.

He pulled his hand back and took a deep breath, where the hell was he? The last thing he could remember was… he was… where was he? He couldn't remember anything about why he was here, or what has happened before that, he had no clue, none at all, it was almost as if it had been erased from his memory, gone from his mind, leaving him with a multitude of questions. He needed answers and he needed them now.

He was missing something, something important, suddenly his eyes shot open as he looked around in alarm, his eyes landing on the small figure curled up in the chair beside his bed. He let out a breath of relief as he took her in, one of her hands was holding onto his leg as the other draped across the back of the chair. Her eyes were shut and she looked so small and delicate, his Regina.

She was with him, but how the hell had they gotten here? He was pretty sure they were in a hospital, but he couldn't remember a thing; looking down he noticed that her little feet were all bandaged up and she had tucked them underneath herself in order to snuggle into the chair. She didn't look very peaceful though, there were clear tear tracks down her cheek and worry lines etched across her forehead, he just wanted to hold her, no, it wasn't even a want at this stage it was a need.

He moved his leg slowly and watched as she blinked her eyes open and was staring at him, the tears beginning to flow again, "Robin?"

"Hey," he coughed, his voice coming out gruffer than he had expected.

Then she was just sobbing in front of him, her head buried in her hands as her whole body shook and she made herself as small as possible. It was breaking his heart and he couldn't bare it, what the hell was wrong with her?

"Gina?" he breathed, "Gina, look at me, come on let me see you," he reached a hand out and brushed across her knee, urging her to meet his eyes, "please, I need to see you."

She peeked at him through a small crack between her hands before dropping them completely and shaking her head, "I thought… I didn't think you were going to wake up," she whispered, "I thought that I had lost you forever," she cried, big fat tears streaming from her eyes. "Robin, I…"

"Come here," he reached out to her and she moved up onto the bed with him, cuddling into his arms, one of his hands cupped the back of her head and the other drifted to her back as he rocked her gently, his fingers carding through her hair, trying to soothe her. "Shushh," he whispered, kissing her temple gently as she clung to his hospital gown, her hands fisting at the material. He needed to find out why they were here and why she seemed so fragile. There was no way it was just because he was in the hospital, there had to be more to it than that.

"Hold me tight," she shuddered, "don't let go."

"I won't," he reassured, closing his eyes and hugging to his wife, "Regina what the hell is going on?" he asked after she had calmed down somewhat.

"You don't remember?" she questioned, her brown eyes widening as she stared into his, pulling back slightly from his grasp.

"Hey," he pulled her back close again, "why am I in here? What happened to your feet?"

She bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head, "I think I should go get a doctor to explain."

"No, Regina, you know what happened, tell me," he grasped her hand, squeezing it gently. He needed her to tell him, she was the only one he could fully trust, he knew she wouldn't lie to him, that she would tell him the truth. "Tell me," he whispered pushing her hair behind her ear as he brushed down over her arm.

"I can't even say," she looked down shaking her head, "I thought you'd died and it was all my fault, I thought I had caused your death."

"Regina, what are you talking about? What happened?"

She just hugged up to him again, holding onto him tightly as she closed her eyes.

Sighing he stroked her back gently and kissed the top of her head, she clearly wasn't going to tell him, even if he begged her to, whatever had happened had obviously affected her pretty badly, "I'm alright now," he stated.

"No," she whimpered, "the doctor said something was wrong with you, but I can't remember what he said."

"Maybe he'll tell me what happened to me since you are being so insistent that you can't," Robin sighed, "why can't you even look at me properly, Regina?" He asked stroking her hair slowly, "did I do something? What did I do? Please, please tell me."

He could feel her shaking like crazy in his arms and now he was just really worried about what had happened. He knew that he'd never hurt her, but what if something had happened by accident, what if he had accidentally put her in danger? She seemed to be blaming herself though, as if it were her own fault, maybe that was why she wasn't telling him what happened. For him to make a judgement though, he would need to know what the hell was going on.

"It was my fault," she breathed looking up at him, her bottom lip trembling, "I worried you, I know that now."

"Worried me? How?"

"The patients awake I see, I thought I told you to call for someone when he woke up," the doctor looked at Regina rolling his eyes, "You're not supposed to be on the patient's bed."

"As you can see she's a little shaken up, how about you give her a break huh?" Robin snapped, holding her closer as she snuggled to him.

"I'm sorry, I forgot," she whispered.

"It's okay," Robin rubbed her back gently.

"So, Mr Locksley, how are you feeling?"

"Other than not knowing why I'm here I'm okay," he shrugged, he hoped that this fella was just going to tell him exactly what happened and not just about his injuries, he really needed to know where he was when he got them and how he got them in the first place.

"Well Mr Locksley, it sounds like you have amnesia, as far as I can tell, it is a slight retrograde amnesia, you remember who you are and who your wife is correct?"

"Yeah, I remember all that, I just don't remember what happened," he thought about it for a short while, trying to think of the last thing that came to mind, what his latest memory was. He ran his hands across his face, "I remember writing some of my novel last night and Regina coming in, then we went to bed and that's it, nothing, I don't remember anything from that point onwards."

She was staring at him again, her eyes brimming with tears, "you don't remember what happened at all yesterday?" She asked, sitting up a little to look down at him.

"Regina I told you I remember nothing."

"Well, Mr Locksley, you were hit by a car on the Blackfriars Bridge."

He rose his eyebrows, now that hadn't been what he had expected, he'd been run over? How had that happened, had he been a complete idiot and walked out in front of a car? That didn't seem a likely story considering how she was blaming herself, he was pretty sure there was more to it than just being run over, which in itself sounded stupid. "But why was I on the bridge in the first place, I don't think I had any reason to be there," he frowned looking to Regina who was twisting her thumbs together. "Are you going to tell me now?"

"I was on the bridge," she whispered.

"Yeah you got a crazy one here mate, she was sat on the ledge." The doctor quipped as he checked over Robin's vitals, "police thought she was gonna jump off.

Robin's eyes widened as he looked to Regina, "what? Regina, what were you doing? Why were you on there?"

"I had an argument with Johanna," she stated, her voice small, no louder than a whisper, "it didn't end very well."

He furrowed his eyebrows, he knew that Regina and Johanna didn't get along but how the hell had that resulted in them on the bridge? "Baby? Then what happened? Why did you go there?" He questioned, not believing for one second that she would have done anything that endangered her own life, that wasn't the person she was, she loved life.

"I left the house, she told me something and I just ran, I wasn't thinking straight, but what I heard, it really hurt me," she breathed, moving out of his embrace to stand and straighten her clothes as she cleared her throat and closed her eyes, "I thought we were over," she muttered.

"You thought what?" He gasped, sitting up a little too quickly, causing a massive pain to shoot through his body as he groaned and dropped back down again.

"I didn't think you loved me anymore."

"I know you don't love me anymore Robin and I'm sorry. Jump off? Why would I do that? Don't yell at me! I know you love Marian! You don't love me, Robin! You should have left me where I belonged, I shouldn't be here, I don't belong here," it hit him like a tonne of bricks, everything that had happened, how he had looked for her everywhere, searched the whole of London; how he had been worried out of his mind, wondering where the hell she had gone.

She looked up at him and furrowed her eyebrows, "what just happened?"

"I love you," he nodded, "Regina I love you so much!" he reached out for her, "I love you, you stupid woman," he laughed, "god, I ran around London looking for you, I was so worried, you scared the hell out of me, I got bloody hit by a car."

"You remember?" she whispered, taking his hand.

"I remember," he confirmed, "but all the amnesia in the world couldn't make me forget how much I love you," he laughed squeezing her hand gently.

"I am so sorry Robin, this is all my fault, you were coming after me, trying to protect me, but I forgot that a marriage takes two people to do that, I failed you, I didn't give you a chance to say anything to defend yourself, I just ran, left. You wouldn't be in here if I had come to you, if I had…"

"Shush," he pulled her closer and rubbed her arm gently, "stop it, it's all okay now."

"Actually, Mr Locksley, the prognosis is three broken ribs, a fractured wrist and you also suffered a bump to the head which could have been fatal, so all in all, everything isn't alright."

Robin threw a glare at the doctor, what the hell was his problem, he could clearly see that he was trying to console her, that she was upset, so why was he then being horrid towards her and trying to make her feel bad? He looked down at the man's name tag before speaking up again, "okay then Dr Whale, when can I be discharged? I don't want to have to stay here much longer."

"A couple of hours, I'll need to monitor you for a short while before you go home, you've been in an induced coma overnight, we needed to make sure you had no internal injuries. If you feel any change in your condition call for me," the doctor nodded, before leaving them together in the room.

Regina pulled her hand from his, "do you want me to get you anything?" she whispered, looking at him, before turning to the flap in the cubicle that Whale had just left through, "a drink maybe, or something to eat?"

"What time is it?" he asked, there were no windows so he couldn't see outside, for all he knew it could be the middle of the night, but she looked absolutely exhausted, as though she hadn't slept at all, he wouldn't have been surprised if she had been awake through the night, she seemed so guilty and it was heartbreaking to see.

She walked to the nightstand and picked up his phone, he could see that her hands were still shaking as she pressed the centre button lighting up the screen, "it's seven," she sighed, "I have been in this hospital for twenty-four hours," she confessed before holding up his phone to him, "it broke, when the car hit you, the screen shattered into pieces." He saw her bottom lip begin to tremble again, "I think I need some air, I'm just gonna…"

"Regina, I love you," he reminded as he took the phone from her hand, it didn't matter, he could get a new one, it was replaceable, she wasn't, "do you know what, I think I could eat something if you wouldn't mind." He hoped giving her something to do might take her mind off things, apparently, all she had been doing was sitting beside him, even though he was pretty sure that relatives couldn't stay the entire time.

"Yes, I will get you something right now," she answered eagerly, picking up some money from the side, "do you want something specific? I can see what I can do, I know they have sandwiches, but I think they are cooking hot meals, I can see what I can get, do you…"

"Regina."

"Yes?"

"Look at me, come here," he reached out, "you're exhausted, I can see it."

"I'm fine Robin what do you want?"

"When was the last time you ate?" he questioned, worry starting to bubble up inside him, because he was pretty sure that she hadn't had anything before running out the morning before and that had been two whole days without food if she hadn't eaten since then.

"I…" she shrugged her shoulders, "I couldn't eat, how could I when you were lying there?"

He let out a deep breath, "Regina, that is so dangerous, you need to eat."

"Robin, it's not as simple as just eating! I couldn't stomach anything," she wiped her hands over her face before pulling on some shoes and putting the money in the pocket of her jacket as she moved back to the curtain, "I'll be back with something for you."

"Get something for yourself, please."

"I will," she nodded before disappearing out of his view. He sat back and shook his head, one of their friends must have gone back to the house and picked up some clothes for her, because the last thing he remembered, she had no shoes on and was dripping wet, her clothes soaked and sticking to her.

He just really wanted for them to get back home and relax, he just wanted to cuddle up with her in their bed and watch one of those stupid soppy movies that she now loved so much, he really shouldn't have introduced them to her, because she was obsessed with them, completely obsessed, but he was obsessed with her and she could watch whatever she wanted as long as he could just hold her in his arms and watch as she smiled, laughed and cried along with the characters on the screen.

"Knock knock," Robin looked up and saw the curtains part as Will came in and sat beside him, "where'd she go?" he chuckled.

"Oh god, she's so upset," Robin shook his head, "she thinks it's her fault."

"Well, it kinda is…" Robin reached his leg out and kicked his friend. Will held his hands up in defeat and let out a laugh, "no, I know it ain't you're just an idiot who don't watch for cars when you're crossing the road."

"Shut it you," he chuckled in response, fiddling with his phone, before putting it down again, "you bring her fresh clothes?" he asked, if it was Will he needed to thank him, thank him for taking care of Regina when he couldn't, the last thing he wanted was for her to have been sat there in a soaking wet outfit for that amount of time, he was glad his friends were looking out for her.

"Yeah, thought she might appreciate it bless her, she's been a mess Robin, I doubt you've seen the half of it," Will sighed, "I didn't really know how to help her, but she was so stressed out, she couldn't stay still, she was just crying saying you couldn't die, asking what she was supposed to do without you. To be honest mate, I didn't have an answer for her, because it's a question I was asking myself." Will ran a hand over his face, "you scared us all there pal, her more than anyone. She really proved to everyone she loved you that's for sure."

"Oh god, I wish I could have been awake to comfort her," he leant his head back and closed his eyes, "god I hate it when she cries."

"Yeah, it's nasty," Will agreed, "I had no clue what to do, what to say to her to make her feel better, I just tried reassuring her that you were coming back and that you loved her."

"Thanks, mate, thank you, for looking out for her, she needs people looking out for her," Robin played with the edge of the duvet. She was his angel, his light in the darkness, she made every day more interesting and he didn't know if he could live without her now, without seeing her beautiful face, her smile, hearing her laugh, her voice, everything about her that captivated him completely.

"Something tells me she's stronger than you think, that white spiky haired doctor tried sending her away at the end of visitor's time and I'm telling you now I wouldn't wanna be on the other end of an argument with her, she told him what for that's for sure. Told him straight up that she weren't leaving you for love nor money, that he would have to tear her away from your side, she even challenged him to," Will laughed.

"Sounds like my Gina," Robin grinned, "couldn't you have gotten her to eat something?"

"I tried, so did Mal, she wasn't having it, said she couldn't."

"Okay," he sighed, moving a little and groaning at the pain that burned his side, probably the broken ribs, he had been sure that there was blood too, probably from how he had hit the ground. "I could sleep for days," he admitted.

"Hurts?"

"God so badly."

"You're just a pussy."

"Nah, you try being hit by a car," Robin rolled his eyes, glad for this joking banter with his best friend.

"Hmm, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have just got back up and carried on running, I'd have stayed on the floor. God, you were on the news you know, Robin Locksley saves new wife from bridge incident."

"Great, just what I needed, for fuck sake."

"Chill out."

"She wasn't gonna jump."

"I know, she told me and everyone else enough times, including the police, she insisted she was just on there to relax and try to keep herself calm."

"It's the truth Will, she wouldn't hurt herself," Robin tutted, "I need to get out of this bed, gotta use the bathroom."

"Okay mate, need a hand?"

"You can help me out of bed, that's as far as it goes," he grinned, "someone needs to stay here and tell Regina where I went."

"Fine, but I gotta go when you get back, this was just a fly in visit, I wanted to make sure you were good before I went on my trip."

"Oh, you going on that now?"

"Yeah well, Ana decided to let me back in again," he scoffed, "so we are going on that holiday we booked."

"Can't be bad."

"It ain't."

Robin was back and Will had left before Regina actually came into his cubicle with a tray full of food, she came around the corner and flashed him the first genuine smile he had seen from her since he had been awake, "hey beautiful," he grinned.

"You moved?"

"How'd you know?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Because the bottom of the quilt is all scrunched up," she stated, moving over to him and placing the tray on the table that came out over the bed, looking at him with a sly smirk on her face.

"What's this look about?" he chuckled, pulling her to sit on the bed beside him, his hand running across her thigh.

"Well, I got you some food."

"Really? I would have never guessed there was food under that dome," he sniggered, gesturing to the plastic thing used to cover food and keep it warm.

"Yes," she shook her head and she moved so that she was sat facing him at his feet and brought the swinging table so that it came in between them, "but you don't know what it is," she challenged.

"Ah very true."

"Well," she lifted the lid and he saw what was on the plate.

"Roast dinner?"

"Yes," she nodded, "I know it's your favourite so."

"Thank you." She was literally the cutest, just the way she was staring at him as if searching for his approval, her eyes all wide and puppy like, it was so sweet, "just what I was wanting."

She smiled before picking up the sandwich box beside the plate of chicken dinner, he watched her fight with it, trying to pull the cardboard apart to get to the food trapped inside, she tugged it hard and nearly fell off the bed, letting out a frustrated huff as she did. He couldn't help the laugh that slipped from his lips and she turned to fix her eyes on him again, "what?"

"Nothing."

"Robin," she moaned, casting him a little pout, "are you laughing at me?"

"Yes, just because you are so adorable," he chuckled, reaching out and gesturing for her to pass him the sandwich box so that he could open it for her.

"Let me try," she pulled it away from him and yanked on the piece of cardboard, literally tearing the box apart as half of her sandwich flew out and landed in his dinner. "Seriously?" she scoffed, giving him a sideways glance as she released a large puff of air and picked up the bread, gravy dripping off it as she did.

He was really trying not to laugh, but it was actually a priceless moment, the thing was though it actually hurt him when he laughed, so it made it easier to control himself. "What have you even got in that?" he asked, finding a knife and fork as he began to cut up the pieces of chicken. She was still holding the sandwich over his tray as the gravy dripped from it slowly.

"Cheese and tomato," she stated, putting it down and picking up the half that hadn't been in his dinner, she nibbled at the corner and he grinned at her before trying some of his own, to be honest, it wasn't that bad considering that it was hospital food. She had barely eaten anything when she looked up at him, "are you sure you're okay?" she whispered, "I can't help but feel you're telling me what I want to hear and that is not what I want right now."

"Regina, I am fine, apart from a couple of broken ribs and my wrist as the doctor said," he sighed, "I just want to go home now and hold you."

"I want that too," she agreed, taking another bite from her sandwich, making him feel better that she was actually getting some food inside her and not starving herself.

"So miss, what happened with your feet?" he asked, cutting into a roast potato as he dunked it into the gravy, his other hand coming to stroke across the top of her foot, "how bad are they? I mean you walked all the way from home into the centre of London, so they must be…"

"They are sore," she nodded, "some of the skin has torn away in places," she admitted, "so it really hurts to walk, that was one of the reasons I decided to take a seat on the bridge and look out upon the river. Then everyone overreacted and it all got out of hand very quickly. All I wanted to do was watch the water, see the boats come past, observe the rain drops as they bounced off the surface of the quickening waves."

He shook his head and grinned at her, "you milady really are one of a kind. Why the hell didn't you put some shoes one?"

"I didn't think about it," she sighed putting the sandwich down and picking up her cup of coffee, using it to warm her hands, "I just needed to get away after what I heard, what I thought."

"Were you going to come back? I mean that's a stupid question, of course you were going to come back, you wouldn't leave me like that, you wouldn't leave what we had."

"No, I wouldn't have left you," she took a shuddery breath and sipped some of her drink, "where was I really going to go on my own? We are soulmates, right?"

"Yes, we are, don't doubt how much you mean to me."

"She made it hard when she played me that recording."

"Recording?" he furrowed his eyebrows, this was the first he was hearing about any type of recording so he had no idea what she was talking about, "what recording?"

"The one of you saying that you hated me, that you didn't love me anymore."

He was completely lost now, what the hell could she have heard that would have remotely made her think that he hated her? "I would never hate you, Regina, ever."

"You said that we were over and it was about time I understood that," she whispered, clearly trying to hold herself together.

"Oh my god, what the fuck?" She looked up at him, her eyes going wide, probably because it was the first time he had ever sworn like that in front of her, but what Johanna did had warranted that comment, "Regina, I wasn't talking about you, of course I wasn't, I was talking about Marian, how we had been over for a long time and we were never going to get together," he sighed. Regina was so pure and innocent that she had simply assumed that just because Johanna had said that he was saying those things about her, that it must be the truth.

He saw her nostrils flare as realisation sunk in, she was angry now, he could tell, she was probably just as frustrated at what Johanna had done as he was, this was all her fault all of it.

"I hate that woman," Regina breathed her voice low, "I do not use that term lightly, how could she stand there and say those things to me knowing that they weren't true, that she was lying directly to my face? I won't stand for it Robin, how dare she treat me like that? She has no right, nor reason to say any of that to me, what have I ever done to her? I haven't done anything, I don't know why she hates me so much, but I hate her Robin, I do, I'm sorry I know how close the two of you are, but I cannot be near her, never mind in the same house as her, she is poisoning us against each other and I won't stand for it any longer, I just won't…"

"I fired her."

"She's a vindictive, malicious… wait, you did what?"

"I fired her."

"Really?"

"Hmm, once I found she had been the one responsible for you running off like you did, I fired her. She tried to tell me that you told her that you didn't love me and that you thought we'd never work, but I knew that wasn't the truth, that it was a lie. You're right, she is playing us against each other, hoping that between us, we will make this marriage fail, but we won't because what we have is stronger than that. It spans across time, it's an impossible bond and I will be damned if I let anyone try to break us apart again."

He watched the anger in her eyes seep away, changing into a look of absolute adoration as she smiled at him, "I agree and I promise that I will never do anything like this again. I am so, so sorry that I believed her and ran off and didn't wait to listen to you. Robin."

He pushed the tray of food away and pulled her towards him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead against his, her legs straddling his lap, "I love you."

"I love you too," she breathed, pressing her lips to his, opening her mouth to him, allowing him to kiss her deeper. When she went to move closer he felt a sharp pain and gasped against her. She drew away and looked at him, "are you okay? Did I knock you?"

"Hmm, nothing I can't handle if it means I get to kiss you like that again, I like it when you take control," he smirked, running his hands over her waist tickling her slightly.

"I don't know what I'm doing," she giggled, kissing his nose playfully.

"Well, I told you, I'm going to teach you everything you need to know."

"Then you have a lot to teach me," she whispered, "because I know very little, I am glad you are so understanding with me."

"Of course I am, I told you before, I am not rushing you into this, we will have sex when we are ready in the meantime we can enjoy other things," he shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Yes," she nodded, "I most certainly enjoyed it the last time we tried other things," she stated, adding a little husk to her voice, something which drove him crazy with want for her, she was too sexy, "especially that part when..."

"Someone's feeling better."

Regina froze and turned to see the doctor standing there watching them, she got off Robin as quickly as she could and stood beside his bed looking down at the floor, but Robin just chuckled before nodding, "are you here to discharge me?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, I am, you are free to leave."

"Thank god for that," Robin breathed a sigh of relief and ran a hand over his head, adjusting the bandage.

"So I just need to give you a couple of care instructions for your injuries and some prescriptions for pain relief and then you are free to go."

"Good."

After informing them of how best to care for both Robin's and Regina's wounds they were allowed to leave the hospital and go home, both feeling absolutely shattered. They sat in the back of a cab, Regina snuggled under his arm on his good side as he rested his chin on top of her head.

He just wanted to go home and forget that any of this had ever happened, to just fall asleep with her in his arms, feel her bury into him like she was doing at that moment. He knew she was shattered and was surprised she hadn't already fallen asleep, she had her eyes closed but was playing with his fingers on his lap. "How much sleep did you get?"

"I'm not sure," she replied, "I don't think I was out for very long when you woke up, but I was refusing to sleep, so I think my body won that battle for a little while," she stretched and let out a yawn before nuzzling her head against his arm. He kissed the top of her head as he carried on stroking her arm gently.

"How about as soon as we get home, we get clean and go straight to bed?"

"That sounds like heaven," she nodded.

"It does," he agreed, what he wouldn't give for a shower around about now, he had to be careful due to his head wound which had occurred when he passed out because of the pain of the broken ribs; he wasn't supposed to get the sutures wet, so would have to wear Regina's shower cap.

"Robin, do you forgive me?" she whispered, not looking up at him, just simply shuffling in her seat to rest her head on his lap.

"There's nothing to forgive," he stated, carding his fingers through her hair, untangling the knots that had been caused by the wind and water that she had endured the day before.

"Robin?" Her voice asked sleepily.

"Hmm?"

"Do you still love me?"

"Always," he chuckled, "always."

Thank you for reading! I really hope you don't hate me anymore! I'm sorry! Do you forgive me yet? Or is it gonna take something else? ;)

Lots of Love, have a great weekend! xoxox