Regina is devastated, in a sort of childish pouting way. She loved that Mercedes, it had been her small tool of freedom for the first time. Granted she had to learn to drive without any help, but she had done it, her and that beautiful, sleek black car. But like all things, life happens. Suddenly having only two seats for a family of 5 just wasn't going to cut it. Granted Robin was usually more than happy to walk, she still had two small children and Henry to cart around. And thus here she is standing, staring at her empty driveway, arms crossed on her chest as she waited.

They had talked about it, and even though she understood his point, it was actually her point in the beginning but now she was sort of regretting it. Henry was all over it, begging her to teach him to drive. Robin throwing in the fact they could all take a weekend trip together somewhere. Valid points but she still was heart broken over the fact she was losing her baby.

She tried to stand firm on the fact she would not be driving a "mom van". That was explicitly out of the question. Robin didn't understand that one though, all the minivans they looked at seemed great, well equipped, tons of seating, easy access. She groaned, moped all the way home when they had finally and on her part very reluctantly gave in.

Rolling her eyes over the fact she was going to be driving a van….a bloody van. She sagged into the white column closing her eyes letting the summer breeze float her hair around. The sound of a car pulling in roused her, though she kept her eyes shut. A van, she was was a Queen, and surely they don't drive vans….

She heard Robin jog up to her, with a laugh. Opening her eyes finally she melted at the beaming grin on his face.

"Close your eyes"

"Robin, please. I know what the van looks like" she drawled out.

"I have a surprise for you"

He chuckled, stepping into her space, blocking her view once more. Cocking a dark eyebrow she smirked with a roll of her eyes, closing them once more. She felt him shift around her, his hands resting on her hips as he guided her forward. Henry was shushing Roland who was giddily calling for her.

Something was up…..

"Okay, you ready?"

"Bring on the van life" She groaned as his palm lifted over her eyes.

She stood shocked, her jaw falling open and cracking into a smile.

It was magnificent, so sexy, so luxurious.

"Well?" Robin kissed her cheek before parading around the Mercedes SUV. With a breathless laugh she walked up to the vehicle, her fingers running smoothly along the black paint, chrome grill, slanted glaring headlights.

"I'm shocked to say the least. I thought we decided on that Van?"

Robin smiled, grabbing her hand and opening the driver door. She groaned in pleasure at the leather interior, matching black with white pin striping. It had everything and more, navigation, heated seats, room for 6….it was absolutely incredible.

"My Queen shouldn't drive some doubty van" He leaned in, kissing the smile on her lips.

"Well I could get used to this I suppose" she gleamed back, stroking the leather cladded steering wheel.

"Mom! We have another surprise for you!" Henry bounded into the back seat.

"Another one?" She balked.

Robin tugged her from the SUV, and she was rendered speechless when she saw the savior pull up in none other than her beautiful small Mercedes.

"Wait what?" She turned to Robin.

"I know you loved that car, and I couldn't stand to see that pouty look on your face for another day"

"I don't pout!"

Walking over she couldn't suppress the smile.

"So do you like your surprise?"

She didn't say anything, just pulled her thief in tight, sealing her approval with the background uproar from her boys.

Queens definitely don't drive Mini Vans.