AN: This is a shorter chapter than I would usually post but I wanted to get it up as it has been such a long time since Chapter 20. This means one more chapter (mostly fluff) where Robin meets Henry and we reunite with Roland and get a hint at what the future holds for these two. This chapter explores more of Robin's emotional state when they reunited and sees our OTP clear the air. Hope you enjoy.
Robin watched as Regina's eyes grew heavy with sleep. Her blinks slower and longer each time. They lay with their legs intertwined, facing each other, almost nose to nose and he had to lean back a little to keep her in focus. Despite the awkwardness of the position and the tension building in his back he remained like that just so he had a clear view of her. He had one arm across her waist, his hand resting on her lower back, the other arm under his head, with his hand reaching out to comb through her hair. After the journey from Misthaven to Agrabah and very little sleep the night before he went to the University Robin was almost high from exhaustion but he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes. A fear gripped him that if he slept he would wake to find this was all a dream, that she was still lost to him. Their union hours before not nearly enough to give him any surety that any of this was real, that she was his.
When he had sat in the bar at his hotel he had been so certain that his long search had been for naught. That she had moved on and found someone who would take better care of her heart than he had. He felt her presence as soon as she stepped into the bar, could see her without even raising his eyes, could hear her breathing and felt every tentative step she took towards him. His fatigue-addled brain had even toyed with the idea that she was merely a figment of his imagination until she had reached for his hand and then in his despair he was convinced that she had come to tell him goodbye. He couldn't look at her, certain he would see mere pity in his gaze. Not the love that he had become used to, that he so desperately wanted to see in her eyes.
Hearing her speak of her son, explain that the man he had seen at the University was simply an admirer (and he was sure she had many more) he had revisited the scene in his mind's eye again. Could see how happy she was here and that had broken his heart for how could he possibly ask her to leave the one place she had found contentment in this world? He had even felt a flicker of anger that she did not deserve. How was it her fault that she had found happiness while he was tearing the world up trying to find her?
Leaving was childish, he knew that, but it was as though he couldn't think straight when she was in front of him and he needed to get out, to breathe, and a small part of his heart that seemed to be driving him in that moment needed to see if she would this time follow him. Did she really want this, want them as badly as he did?
When she followed him from the hotel he witnessed a new fire in her. She was here fighting for him, finally fighting for them but his heart was as tired and bruised as his body and the part of him that had fallen into a deep depression those last months in Misthaven was so, so sure it was too late. The walls he had once broken down around her heart seemed to have built themselves up around his and when she pressed her lips to his he felt nothing. It was like he was watching the two of them from afar, a man and a woman, completely separate from himself. Then he felt her giving in. He felt the fire that he had always known was there, that had finally reignited tonight being doused by her tears… her tears? He could feel them on his cheeks, between their lips, could taste them and the salty taste, mixed with her and her plea, her shakily exhaled Robin begging him to kiss her back woke him from his daze. He can still feel the tremble of his heart as he realised he was once again causing her pain, that he was the reason for her tears and that scared him more than giving his heart back to her ever could.
His arms had pulled her to him and he felt her sink into his hold in relief as he kissed her back like never before. Once he started he couldn't stop. Didn't want to pause even for breath. Needed her in his arms in a way he had never needed anyone else before. If she noticed the tears that were now falling from his eyes she said nothing about it, just pulled his head closer to hers devouring him with a need rivaled only by his own.
He hardly registered when she said she would take him home, thought only of the fact that he couldn't be apart from her again. The thought of saying goodbye even for a night was too much. He had wanted to speak with her, to talk about everything that had happened the last year, her pushing him away while she searched for a way to defeat Zelena, forcing his hand when Marian was found, putting herself in danger again and again. He wanted to know everything that happened to her this year. But all that flew from his mind when her friend left them in her house, when they were away from the prying eyes of the citizens of Agrabah and he needed to show her how much he missed her, show her that she was his just as surely as he was hers. He needed to taste her skin, to feel her alive and safe in his arms.
It was with these thoughts that he found himself pressed against her in her entry way, the door giving both of them the support they needed as he feasted on her neck. The desire to hear her moaning his name overwhelmed him. All thoughts of talking were pushed from his mind and hers too, it would seem if the way she was moving her hips against him was any indication. The knowing smirk she threw his way as she dispersed of her clothing once they had found her bedroom warmed his heart. This was his Regina. She had seemed so different when he saw her, even at the bar, he wondered if they had changed too much to reconnect but here, in the lamp light in her bedroom where she bared herself to him, gave herself over to him to reclaim as his own showed him they were still one soul, regardless of the divergence of their paths.
They had made love for hours. Unable to get enough of the other until sleep had pulled her under and now, with only the sound of her light breathing disturbing the peace of the night his fears began to sneak their way in again. What happened to her in the year they were apart? His rediscovery of her body had revealed some new scars and he wanted to know the story behind each one. He wanted to tell her his story as well. She needed to know that being without her nearly broke him. If not for his son he would have gone mad without her, looking for her. She needs to know she can't do that to him again.
A slight groan from the subject of his musings beside him had him glancing down from the scar at her temple, realising he had pulled her tight against him while thinking of her leaving. He kissed the small mark along her hairline, muttering an apology as Regina blinked open her eyes.
"You're still awake?" she whispered, nuzzling further into him as he hmm'd in agreement before replying, "I couldn't sleep."
Regina turned to look at the clock next to her bed, "It's nearly 2am Robin, you must be exhausted." Robin was surprised to say the least. He must have been watching her for longer than he realised. Regina was more awake now and her gaze flitted over his face. She could tell something was wrong and murmured a soft what is it?
Robin shook his head gently running his fingers along her hairline, tracing around the shell of her ear. "I just don't want to close my eyes," he said softly. "I can't believe you're finally here… in my arms. I'm scared you're going to disappear on me again," he kept his tone light, joking, but Regina could see the truth of his words in his eyes. Rolling onto her back she pulled Robin's head down onto her chest. He went willingly, his arm anchoring her to him as he lay half on top of her.
"I'll be right here," she said softly. "Sleep, Robin, I'll be here when you wake," she ran her fingers gently through his hair, the rhythmic strokes lulling him to sleep.
When Robin next awoke their position had not changed. His torso was still nestled between Regina's legs, his head pillowed on her bare chest. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent and tightened his arms around her as he felt her hands move up and down his back, revealing the fact that she too was awake.
"Did you sleep?" he asked, clearing his throat as he moved back to look at her, unable to stop his hand from reaching out and cupping her cheek as she nodded.
"I only woke up a few minutes ago," her voice was soft and gentle, but her eyes always gave her away and he could see they were troubled when he raised his brow in question she said the words he had been dreading the night before. "We need to talk." Robin closed his eyes for a minute, unable to stop his frown.
"What time is it?" he asked, a weak attempt to delay the inevitable discussion.
"A little after 5, but Robin –"
"I know, Regina. I know we need to talk, I just…" he sat up and turned away from her. His reaction had her bringing the bed sheet up across her chest protectively.
"I'm sorry if this seems forced," her voice softened and she reached out to rub her hand up and down his back. "Henry will be awake by 7 and I think it would be better to talk without any distractions if we can." She took in a quick breath, her voice bordering on pleading, "please Robin, we need to work this out. I love you and I know you love me. But I am also sure we both know that falling to bed with each other isn't going to just fix this."
"It's ok, of course you're right. It has just been so long since we've had this and I'm not sure how our conversation is going to end." Regina nodded, feeling exactly the same sense of uncertainty. What if they couldn't see past the hurt they had caused each other? What if, despite the desperate need they felt to be together, the fact that they loved and wanted this to work, just wasn't enough?
But still, "however the conversation ends, we will both feel better once we've had it." She tried a reassuring smile and Robin nodded in agreement. "I want to be with you," she leaned forward, the bed sheet tucked under her arms as she reached out for his hands. "As much as I have built a life for myself here Robin, it always felt as if a part of me were missing and I had no doubt that the missing part is you," Robin could see that truth in her eyes, even as they glistened with unshed tears.
"I'm sorry," he said his tone soft, heavy. "I shouldn't have walked out on you like that at the bar last night. I should never have risked losing you again. I've been such a mess without you."
Regina just gave a small smile, "why did you?"
Robin reached out to stroke her hairline, tracing a few of those scars he would have to ask her about. "I don't know…" Stubbornness? Pride? He gently shook his head. "It was stupid, I realize that now and completely self destructive. Something you would have done a year ago," there was teasing, not accusation in his tone.
"You can't help how you feel Robin," she finished with a whispered, supportive, "tell me." She tugged on their joined hand to enable herself to slip into his arms her head resting against his chest. It had been so uncharacteristic of him to give up, self destructive, as he had just said himself. She couldn't help but be curious as to what had brought about the change.
"I was thinking about it last night, it sounds so childish now but I think, subconsciously, I needed you to want me enough to come after me," his hands ran in soft passes along her back. Regina sighed and moved to sit up but he held her a little tighter and rushed to explain. "I chased you around the world Regina for a year, I put my whole life on hold," again he could feel her starting to interrupt him and pressed on, needing her to understand that, "I would do it all again in a heartbeat." He finally released his hold on her and let her sit up, needing her to see his eyes when he confessed, "I would follow you to the ends of the earth and if it took five years or ten years to find you I would keep searching."
Her eyes were glassy and she shook her head, "I don't understand. If you felt that way, why when we were finally together would you leave?"
"When I finally found you and saw you with your colleague –"
"Sidney," she whispered and Robin gave a dismissive nod, the man was no longer important. It was what he represented.
"I thought that all this time it had been just me, missing you, looking for you. It was a shock to think you had moved on and created a life for yourself with no place for me. I saw you Regina and you looked happier here with your son than I'd ever seen you, than I had ever made you, and that hurt.
"When you came to the bar and told me that you weren't with that man, I was relieved of course, but it didn't change the fact that you had a life here, a good one - a safe one. One that I always wanted you to have, one you built without me, while I was searching the world for you."
"Would it have been better if I'd been miserable?" she argued her tone sharp and defensive. "Depressed? Alone?" She could not contain her scoff, knowing that is not what Robin was saying but frustrated all the same by the lack of progress in their conversation.
They fell into a heavy silence. When Regina looked over at Robin she could see how despondent he was and she felt the full force of what her cowardice had done to the man she loved so much. Not for the first time she wished she had handled things differently when she found out that Marian was still alive. But she also know, she had her reasons and they were valid. Perhaps they mattered more to her back then than they did now, but still… and she carried her own pain that Robin had, however inadvertently, caused her.
She tentatively reached out her hand to take his. Not sure if contact was what Robin needed in this moment and let out a sigh of relief when he intertwined their fingers on contact.
"We need to forgive each other if we have any hope of making this work," her voice shook even though it was but a whisper. "We both hurt each other."
"I by not contacting you and you-"
"By not staying… I know," she gave him a watery smile.
"Yes," Robin let out a heavy breath and rubbed a tired hand over his face and into his hair.
"Do you think you can?" she asked, her voice strong even while she was terrified of his answer.
"Can you?" he asked his eyes all vulnerability as they searched hers.
"Of course, Robin. I forgave you a long time ago," she took a deep breath. "I didn't stay away because I was angry with you. I stayed away because I loved you and wanted you to be happy, even if that was not with me." She looked away, looked over the room she had decorated so recently with Mal. A place she thought would be her home forever. Now with Robin here, that could all change. She just needed to know once and for all, "can you forgive me Robin?" She forced a confidence into her voice that she did not feel.
Robin thought over everything that had been said. If they did this, if they had any hope of being together everything needed to be said. There could be no secrets, as much as it might hurt to hear or to reveal. "I never wanted you to be miserable Regina, I would never want that… When I saw you here, it wasn't just that you were with someone," Regina rolled her eyes and moved to interrupt again and Robin deliberately softened his tone. He hadn't meant it in that way. "I know you're not with him. It wasn't just that, and it wasn't just that you were so happy, so clearly unburdened. I think I was angry because you had found that happiness, that peace without me – while I was suffering," his voice grew incredibly soft, "I could never have been happy without you and last night I wasn't sure I could forgive you for that."
All frustration and ire flew from Regina as she realized just how close they were to this all falling apart. A rush of fear flew over her and she felt breathless as her heart hammered in her chest. Could he really be unable to forgive her for moving on? For finding Henry and building her own life without him?
"And now?" she whispered, the tears that had been threatening to fall all morning finally breaking loose. She wasn't sure her heart could survive losing him a second time.
"Now I realize its you being happy that matters the most to me. Not where you found that happiness. I only hope you want to be happy, with me," Robin gave a hesitant smile and Regina suddenly realized that was a question, that Robin was just as uncertain as she was."Yes, I can forgive you, if you are certain you can forgive me too, for my part in all of this."
She leapt into his arms in reply, pulling him to her in a fierce kiss as she sobbed, "of course I forgive you. My happiness is with you!" The kiss was messy and full of tears. It tasted of hurt and anger and forgiveness. "My happiness can only ever be with you," she murmured in between kisses. "I love you Robin. Henry has helped me heal, has helped me grow the hell up," at that they both chuckled for a moment. "But there was a part of me that was always empty, that would always be empty without you," she gave him another, softer kiss. "Does that make sense?" she whispered against his lips.
"Only because I feel exactly the same. I never stopped loving you," Robin's voice cracked with emotion as he kissed her over and over. "I was so lost without you," he whispered as tears fell from his eyes as well. He leaned in for another deep and passionate kiss as he maneuvered their position so they were laying down, Robin hovering over her. Their kiss never breaking, not even as he tugged at the sheet between them, kicking it down the bed so they were skin to skin and he could run his hands along her naked form.
She was leaner than he remembered her being, but the soft skin of her belly and inner thigh was achingly familiar to him. He ignored the slight rocking of her hips as he stroked between her thighs, she would in no way be ready for his fingers after such a tense conversation, and moved his hand up towards her breast to stroke and pluck at her nipple as his other hand tangled in her now shorter hair. He took his time to taunt and tease her body in all the right places, all the while her words replayed in his mind My happiness can only ever be with you… I love you Robin. How long had he ached to hear her voice? To have such sweet words whispered to him? To be able to touch and taste her again?
Regina reluctantly allowed their lips to part as Robin's mouth joined his hand on her breast and began to swipe his tongue along the already erect nipples. Taking one into his mouth he sucked hard earning a moan from deep in her throat as her chest rose from the bed and pushed further into him. He moved to the other breast, interchanging his strong suckles with soft bites to her nipple and breast and she gave a low moan of his name as her nails dug into his back and her hips continued to buck against him in search of friction.
This time when his fingers ventured between her legs he found the first signs of her arousal, he moved two fingers around her opening, took the wetness he found there and slid his fingers up to her clit to move in slow circles. It had been a year, but he knew her body. Knew what foreplay she needed to ensure when they came together it wouldn't be uncomfortable for her. He couldn't help but chuckle as she began to whimper that she wanted him inside her already, it seemed he knew her body better than she did, or perhaps he just had more patience.
"Robin, please," the teasing was torture and while she knew she could be wetter right now, she just wanted him inside her. She needed the physical connection more than she needed an orgasm right now and god he was good with his fingers, knew just how to touch her to have her quivering.
Robin moved up to kiss her, his tongue diving deeply into her mouth before he pulled back, "relax love," he moved his thumb to her clit and ventured a finger inside her, pumping once, twice before inserting a second finger and searching out her g spot. "I still want to taste you," she shook her head no even as she let out a soft moan as he began to hit her g spot with every thrust of his fingers. "Oh yes," he murmured, pressing his lips to hers in a wet and breathless peck before moving down to replace his thumb with his mouth, never stopping the slow rhythm of his fingers inside her.
He twirled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves as she involuntarily wove her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to her and widening her legs. God why had she been arguing against this? It felt so good and as he began to suck on her clit he picked up the pace of his fingers inside her and had her careening towards her orgasm. She came with his name on her tongue and he smiled with his mouth still moving against her. He let go of her clit with a final suck and she jerked against him at the action, at once sensitive but wanting more. He kissed the inside of her thigh, her belly, the valley between her breasts and finally her mouth as one of her legs came around to pull him flush against her. Finally feeling his hard cock exactly where she needed it.
Their kiss was wet and hungry and he groaned as she rocked against him. Her cunt was wet from his mouth and her orgasm and his cock slipped between her folds but not at the right angle to enter her.
"Mmm," she whimpered against his mouth. "I want you, Robin," her voice was full of need. "I want you inside me. I need to feel you, that you're really here, that you're really mine." Her voice was breathy and she was rocking against him, their faces so close they were almost touching. He kissed her again as he balanced his weight on one arm and moved the other between their bodies to angle his cock just right. On the next rock of her hips he slid straight inside her and they both groaned, breaking their kiss as the feeling of becoming one overwhelmed them.
Robin didn't move, just looked into Regina's eyes for a moment before leaning in to kiss her again, deepening the kiss as he felt her lips quiver beneath his own. Yes they had made love last night, more than once, and the feeling of being together again had been overwhelming. But this was more, more than a frenzied reunion full of desire to feel the love of their soul mate once more. This was a promise to not let each other go ever again.
Breaking the kiss he pressed his forehead against hers and they both breathed heavily. Robin raised his head and pressed his lips to her forehead as he finally pulled almost all the way out before bringing his hips against hers in firm, smooth strokes. Regina moaned in pleasure, her knees rising to change the angle as Robin kissed her again, taking her slowly and deeply, connecting on more than a physical level.
"Oh! Robin yes," she breathed as the change of angle had Robin's pelvis grinding against her clit with each thrust. Robin instinctively picked up the pace, almost desperate to see her come again before he reached his own climax. He rapped his hips against hers, going deeper and more quickly with each thrust.
"God you're so beautiful," he breathed as he pulled back so he could look at her and she opened her eyes to see him suck on his thumb before moving it down to rub against her swollen clit. "Come for me, Regina, let me see you come love," he begged and god she was so close.
"Harder Robin… please! I'm so close," she bit out as she brought her hands to her breasts and twisted and tweaked her nipples. He gave a further two deep, hard thrusts and she came hard with a desperate cry of Robin.
Watching her fall apart around him, her hands on her breasts as she called his name pulled him over the edge with her and he barely thrust again before he came, leaning against her as they came down from their joint high. She immediately wrapped her legs around him, clinging to him and relishing in the feeling of his weight on her as he softened inside her.
"So we're doing this," Robin smiled and for the first time since she saw him at the University he looked like her Robin again. "We have forgiven each other and are moving forward? Together?"
At her nod his smile turned radiant, his dimples deep in his cheeks and he leaned in to kiss her again it was soft and sweet and had her humming against him. He continued to press kisses to her lips and hairline as they exchanged strokes and smiles. When his hand fell to what she knew was a scar along her hairline, as it had several times that evening, she looked into his eyes, expecting the question she found in his gaze.
"Camelot," she whispered answering the question he hadn't had to ask. She shuddered a little, gently pressing his shoulders to have him move from on top of her.
"Camelot?" he asked missing the feeling of being sheathed inside her as soon as he had moved away. "I heard you had been in prison but from what my friends had found out it was a matter of hours, I wouldn't have thought…" his voice drifted off as he saw her almost visibly shrink in on herself. "We don't have to do this now," he said gently, placing a hand on her back and pulling her into his embrace. "It's been an emotional morning and –"
"We might as well get everything out in the open," she interrupted, attempting to give him a smile but it was more a grimace. "Camelot was not one of my better ideas," she began. "After you – left," she shrugged, not sure how else to describe it, "I didn't really think I would hear from you again. I was heartbroken," she sniffed, her eyes staring straight down a the sheet she twisted in her hands. "I thought I was going to go mad and then I began working. I found some of our photographs of Zelena. I was angry, not thinking clearly and began remembering how we first got together," she gave a more genuine smile. "It made me start thinking again about why Zelena hated me so much and I needed something to focus on that wasn't you so I came up with a plan to blackmail Arthur into letting me see Zelena.
"I had a contact at Leaderless who promised they could get me out quickly and so I went to Camelot and traded places with Zelena."
"Why did you have to trade places? Surely Arthur would have given you time to see her in exchange for the information you had on him?"
"By that stage you had been gone for months and the more I looked into her life, the more I learned... it was just sad. I wanted her free. She made my life a living hell but she didn't deserve to rot in Camelot – no one deserves that. And for Arthur to agree to anything I needed him to believe he had won, beaten me, Zelena, everyone."
"And this?" he asked gently stroking her hairline.
Regina cleared her throat. She hated how she still reacted physically to the memories of that day. God knows it could have been ended more badly than it did but still, it was the worst altercation of her life and thinking about it had her hands shaking, her breath becoming shallow and blood rushing to her ears.
"Let's just say Leaderless could have been more prompt in coming to my rescue," she tried to give a small shrug. Robin's intense gaze had her swallowing before giving him a soft Arthur that had Robin closing his eyes in anger and frustration. Furious at Arthur for what he could see from Regina's demeanor the tyrant had done and angry with rious with Regina for putting herself in danger in the first place.
"What happened?" it was whispered and she could feel the effort it took for him not to lose control.
"As soon as Zelena left he came in," she was trying so hard to be strong, to seem unaffected, but the tremor in her voice and the subtle shake of her hands as they twisted and twisted in the sheet gave her away. Realising how she was fidgeting she relaxed her hands and pulled the now wrinkled sheet up to cover herself. "He had two guards with him." Her voice was so quiet as she retold the events of that day. "He tried to make me give him a blow job but I told him I'd bite his dick off," she quirked her eyebrow at that, a mirthless laugh passing over her lips even as tears fell from her eyes and her nose began to run. She sniffed before continuing, "he didn't appreciate that. He sent his guards away, gave me a fairly solid beating and tried to – well, you know," she shrugged and Robin nodded, tears in his own eyes as he thought of everything she had been through. He wasn't going to make her say it. "Gold came in just in time," she whispered, as she wiped the tears from her eyes, completely lost in her story. "He had Zelena's photographs of Arthur, you remember the ones with his guards?" Robin merely nodded in reply. "Jesus Robin you should have seen his face," she let out a soft chuckle at the memory sniffing again and as she looked back up to Robin she suddenly found herself enveloped in a hug. Robin clinging to her as if she was his lifeline. He pressed kisses into her hair as she sobbed, letting go of all of the emotions that came with the memory of that day.
"I thought he was going to rape me," she cried into his shoulders, "he – he – said he was going to keep me alive in there, take me anytime he wanted," she hiccoughed. "I wasn't lying when I told him I'd rather be dead," her voice turned stoic and cold as she said those words. "I couldn't fight him Robin," she whispered shaking her head as she pushed away from him. "The only thing that stopped him was Gold," she let out another scoff, "and my damn pants. He couldn't get them off. Jesus he was so angry." They both laughed at that, she was eager to lift some of the tension the conversation had brought over them and while Robin wasn't ready to see the humour wanted to ease her pain so he let her.
Kissing her hair and holding her impossibly closer he confessed where the largest focus of his anger truly lay, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you my love. I'm so, so sorry,"
"Robin, no -" she went to sit up, to comfort him but he shook his head and kissed her again.
"I am sorry," Regina nodded, understanding that his apology didn't carry guilt, but merely a desire to have been there to protect her, so that she didn't have to go through this alone. "Promise me, Regina," he said, his voice gentle but serious as he took her chin between his finger and thumb, encouraging her to look at him. "Promise me that you will not put yourself in danger like that again."
"That is not my life anymore Robin," she said quietly her breath evening out and she shook her head gently. "It's not who I am anymore and certainly not what I want for my son." She sighed and he reached out to cup her cheek, his heart soaring as she leaned into the touch.
"God if Gold hadn't been there," he whispered. "And I had no idea where you were! I felt so helpless when Zelena told me you had taken her place."
Regina moved her head from his hand and pulled back. "Wait, you knew about Camelot?" Robin gave a small shrug of his shoulders.
"We were watching the airports. When Zelena boarded your flight back to Misthaven I followed. I thought it was you. I found her at your apartment and," he looked sheepish. "We had more than a conversation."
"Wait – Robin, is, is she ok?" She was alarmed, if Robin had hurt Zelena…
"She's fine. I was angry and I did hold her against the wall until she said she would explain why she was in your home. We talked. She told me she was your –"
"Sister," Regina whispered and gave a quick nod of her head. She was suddenly so very exhausted. "Henry will be up any minute," she murmured. Effectively ending their conversation, for now. There was more to tell, about her mother, Zelena, Emma, Granny and Ruby. She hadn't even begun to learn about everything Robin had been through but for now she was spent, they both were. It had been an emotional morning and the day had barely begun.
"Come here, let me hold you until he wakes up," Robin whispered, moving to lean against the head of the bed. Regina went willingly, needing the comfort she always found in his embrace. Winding her arms around him as she breathed in the scent of their lovemaking and just Robin. She would have to get up soon, shower and start her day. But for now she was content to be back in Robin's arms, no more tension or resentment. The mess that had been between them like the proverbial elephant in the room cleared away and they could now look to the new life they would start: Together.
AN With one chapter left let me know if there is anything you would like to see before we close off. As I said above, we'll have some Mills-Hood bonding but if there's anything you need some closure on let me know and I'll see what I can do. Love to hear some feedback on this.