Aw, thank you all so much for the lovely Birthday wishes! I went to London like the day after JMo left, just my luck!

IS ANYBODY STILL ALIVE AFTER THE PARIS CON? Because it's been a week and I'm still not over the slana/seana adorableness. God bless our Captains!

This chapter was kind of hard for me to write, I know where I want to go but it's difficult to get there? Does that make any sense? Whatever.

Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter! Once again, thank you for all your kind words, please keep them coming! Let me know what you think!

P.S. for anybody who is wondering, my twitter is gillyandersons (give me a follow if you want!). Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Much love, Gina xoxo

"Wait! Roland slow down! Roland... Roland no running!" Robin shouted after his son who was currently running down the halls at full speed pushing Regina in the wheelchair. Although his orders fell on deaf ears as Roland squealed and giggled in delight from further down the hall. "Henry, can you go and save your mother please?"

Henry smirked before he took off down the hall, just before Roland got to the top of a slight hill with the clear intentions of letting Regina's chair go down from the top.

Robin breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Henry wheel Regina back up the corridor at a slow and steady pace. Regina however was currently favouring her sister as she looked green with nausea.

Although whether that was due to the baby or Roland, Robin wasn't particularly sure. Most probably an unpleasant mixture of the two.

The second Regina made it back to the room, she clambered out of the seat looking positively sea sick (despite never actually leaving solid ground).

Before Regina was even stood upright, Roland was in the chair and Henry was spinning him in all directions, causing his younger brother to once again laugh and squeal in delight.

"What the hell did Emma and Neal feed them this morning?" Robin groaned as the chair tipped and Roland fell onto the floor with a dull thud, only to get up moments later and push Henry around in the chair like a mad man.

Regina chuckled as she pulled her coat over her shoulders and placed a chaste kiss to Robin's lips.

"Better get used to it, dear" she said with a wink before sauntering out of the room, her voice echoing through the halls as she shouted at the boys and told them to stop messing about.

Robin collected Regina's belongings and followed her out of the room, smirking as she scolded the boys.

After Regina had signed all the appropriate discharge forms, the family headed back to the car. Henry linking his arm with one of Regina's whilst Roland held her other hand, his grip as tight as a vice. It was going to take a lot for him to finally accept that his mother was okay and for him to let go of his worries. Henry too. Although he was able to hide it better.

(-)

"Ugh!" Emma growled as she threw yet another item of clothing out of the bathroom, the collection now lay in a colourful mess around the bedroom. "Nothing fits me, Neal! Nothing!"

"Calm down, Em" Neal chuckled, dodging out of the way as a bottle of perfume from the bathroom flew towards his head. "What about all the stuff you wore with Ella?"

"I literally wore your button downs for five months or are you forgetting that?!" Emma snapped sarcastically.

Great. Grouchy Emma was rearing its head today, Neal groaned internally.

"Well why don't you throw one of them on and I'll take you shopping for new clothes?" Neal offered, hoping to cheer Emma up.

Wrong answer.

"I hate shopping. Especially when I have to buy fat lady clothes! And we're supposed to be meeting your Father and Belle in 15 minutes-"

"-my Dad and Belle are hardly going to care if you're wearing one of my shirts or not"

Emma narrowed her emerald eyes in such a manner it made Neal swallow thickly. He wouldn't put it past her to punch him in the face or snap his neck or something along those lines right now.

She grabbed one of his checkered shirts before slamming the bathroom door behind her with such a force the photo of Tallahassee hanging on the wall fell down and Ella let out a piercing scream from her play pen in the corner of the room.

Neal took a deep breath before plastering on a goofy face and heading to soothe a still screaming Ella. Today was going to be a long, long day.

"Aw I'm sorry, baby" Neal cooed as he bounced his daughter on his hip. "Mommy didn't mean to scare you. Shhhhh, it's okay"

Emma re-emerged a few moments later, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and his checkered shirt hanging off her still rather thin frame like a dress. He couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"What?" Emma asked as she took a now soothed Ella in her arms.

"You just look really beautiful today" Neal smiled honestly causing Emma to avert her gaze as a burning blush crept up onto her cheeks. "Kinda reminds me of the good old days. The tartan and the ponytail, I mean"

Emma placed a kiss to Ella's chubby cheek before she spoke.

"I hate how I can never stay mad at you!"

Neal chuckled as he pulled his wife into a loving embrace and kissed her temple lovingly.

(-)

Regina lay on the sofa, listening as her three boys bustled about in the kitchen preparing dinner. Bed rest was not something she was pleased about, but Whale had insisted that she rest for the next couple of days at least. As much as she wanted to protest and rebel, she decided that for once in her life she would listen to the orders given to her. After all, it wasn't just her she had to look after now.

It was a miracle she and Robin were finally expecting, and there was nothing she would do that could possibly cause harm to their little cluster of cells. So if she had to be on bed rest for the next nine months, she would do it: she would complain a lot but she would still do it.

Her hand subconsciously found her taught, flat abdomen and she closed her eyes, as if that simple action could communicate her thoughts to her child. She had heard Emma and Snow talk about it, that instant motherly instinct you feel towards your baby. The instant bond and overwhelming amount of love and protectiveness you felt toward it. Regina hadn't believed in it until now. It was an odd feeling.

She had loved Henry instantly, but it had taken time for them to bond… a lot of time for them to bond properly. But she felt like she had already bonded with the cluster of cells she was currently incubating, after only knowing about them for just over 24 hours.

It surprised her how differently she felt about this child than she did toward Henry and Roland. She in no way loved this child more than she loved them or cared more about it: because she didn't. It was just different. If anything, it made her love her boys even more. Something which Regina didn't even know was humanly possible.

Snow had once told her that she loved deeply, and Regina was starting to feel just how deeply she had the capacity for love. Of course, the greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel pain. Those two things seemed to come hand in hand, but Regina pushed that niggling thought to the back of her mind.

She wouldn't do that to herself any more. Robin had given her a second chance and she wasn't going to ruin it. Not this time.

The delicious smell of roast chicken wafted from the kitchen and tickled her nostrils. She smiled in delight as her mouth watered in anticipation for Robin's roast chicken. The man could not for the life of him use something as simple as a toaster (seriously, the guys toast was like eating incinerated bricks), but his roast chicken was simply out of this world… not as good as her lasagne or apple turnovers, but pretty damn close!

Almost as if on cue, Roland's little voice shouted from the kitchen.

"Mama, dinner's ready!"

Regina made her way into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks as she laid eyes on the table. A giant bunch of flowers sat in her favourite vase in the middle of the table, and the only light in the room came from what seemed like a thousand tiny little tea light candles. Propped up against the vase of flowers was a handmade card, a crayon drawing of what Regina could only assume was Robin, Roland, Henry and herself at the beach.

Henry's lips spread into a cheeky grin as he lead his mother further into the room, pulling out a chair for her and sitting her down, handing her a napkin as he did.

"What- what's all this for?" Regina asked, suddenly feeling overly emotional.

"We wanted to show you how much we love you, Mama!" Roland smiled as he plopped in the seat opposite Henry, in between his mother and father.

"And how special you are to us" Henry added, and Roland nodded along enthusiastically.

"The boys and I decided that you had been through a lot these past couple of months, especially the past few days…" both Henry and Roland shifted uncomfortably in their seats at the reminder of the past few days, Regina grabbing one of their hands each and squeezing it in a comforting and reassuring manner. "…so we wanted to do something special for you. Something nice"

Regina didn't know what so say. She was honestly speechless. Even if she was just eating a crappy TV dinner on the sofa whilst they all watched some crappy show on the TV, she would be happy. All she needed was her boys, and now their cluster of cells, and she would be happy. She would be home.

A tear escaped from Regina's warm, loving orbs and slid down her cheek.

"Don't cry, Mama!" Roland piped up, squeezing her hand in the same manner she had done to him just a few moments earlier.

"They're happy tears, dear, don't worry!" Regina laughed, as she wiped the tear from her cheek and took a deep breath to compose herself. "Thank you, boys" she smiled brightly. "Right, lets tuck in, before all your hard work goes cold!"

(-)

"He tuckered himself out!" Robin spoke through a yawn as he entered their bedroom after putting Roland to bed. "He insisted that he was not tired at all and wanted to stay up all night with you and I but the second his head hit the pillow, he was gone!"

"I think I'll be following him!" Regina yawned as Robin crawled into the bed next to her.

"Me too! How are you feeling?"

"Good" Regina smiled sleepily. "My head doesn't hurt any more"

"I'm glad to hear it!" Robin grinned as he placed his rough lips to her temple lovingly. "What about the cluster?" Robin asked, placing his hand on Regina's lower abdomen.

The cluster was what Robin had decided to call their future prince or princess, because that's all it was right now. Plus to him, it was kind of a cute nickname and made it easier to talk about in public when needs be.

"We're fine" Regina chuckled. "I've got a few more weeks till I start getting any of the 'symptoms' anyway. Although, my boobs are kind of sore"

"Sore you say!" Robin grinned cheekily, waggling his eyebrows in a seductive manner. "Let me see what I can do about that! Want me to massage them better? Because I can-OW!" Robin pouted as his arm began to throb where Regina punched him. "Right, you asked for it, your Majesty"

Robin began an attack of Regina's sides with his fingers, causing the tiny woman to giggle and squirm in protest.

"Robin…. No!" Regina giggled, kicking her legs and trying to squirm out of his reach as he continued to tickle her. "Robin, stop it!"

Regina's squeals of protest only seemed to spur Robin on as he continued to tickle her (although he was extra careful not to hurt her because 1) the cluster and 2) concussion). He reveled in how he seemed to have the upper hand until he felt Regina's hand cup a rather… sensitive… part of his body. He tensed momentarily, stunned as he was certainly not expecting that.

As Robin was frozen, Regina took these few seconds to regain control and flipped them so he was beneath her and she was straddling him, pinning him down on the bed, grinning evily as she looked down upon him.

"Hey! No fair!" Robin pouted. "You play dirty!"

"Well, I am the former Evil Queen" Regina shrugged nonchalantly. "What did you expect?"

"You're lucky you are concussed!"

"I'm lucky?" Regina quirked a brow and chuckled.

"Yes" Robin grinned once again as he watched his loves eyes sparkle with the childish cheekiness she only showed in front of him. "Otherwise I'd have my way with you, you devil woman!"

"Just you wait until Whale gives me the all clear!" Regina narrowed her eyes as Robin chuckled at his little jab, the both of them knowing full well that there was no punch in either of their words.

"God, I love you!" Robin suddenly said, a whole new wave of seriousness washing over him as his hands came up to cup Regina's cheeks, his thumbs ghosting over her beautiful cheekbones.

Regina smiled as she lowered herself and placed her lips to Robin's, enveloping his in a passionate kiss. Robin smirked into the kiss as he felt Regina loosen her guard and once again flipped them over.

"I win!" he announced before once again, attacking her sides with his tickles causing Regina's sweet giggles to echo into the late of the night.