"She's ours."

Regina stares at Robin and the words he just let out. He saw something. Maybe it was the same memory Rose had shown her earlier that morning.

Robin pants rather heavily as he adjusts Rose in his arms, the little girl holding his gaze with such an intensity it has his stomach rolling. She has his eyes. Not some other man's. But his. That bright sapphire blue they match his own eyes. His dimples are set deep in her chubby pink cheeks. She is half of him. His daughter. With Regina.

Jesus Christ. He knew something felt different this time around, and yes he had hope, but the reality crashes over him like a cold bucket of river water. He has a baby girl. Dear God, he's a father again.

"Regina?" His eyes break from Rose who snuggles into his chest happily, and fly up to the little girl's mother. She is staring at them. Wide eyed and looking almost terrified. "Did you know?"

She swallows thickly and nods, slowly.

"When?"

"This morning."

"Do you think it's real?"

Well in all honesty, it's a good question because no, she isn't positive, but how else would Rose be able to show her Robin or Roland? So it has to be true. Which makes her heart double over. If she trusts it, this gut feeling she's had since the moment she saw Robin at the townhall meeting, then in the truest part of her heart she doesn't need Rose's memories to tell her what she already knows.

Robin is Rose's father.

Which also means that she and Robin... were together in the Enchanted Forest. Which is a whole other topic to tackle. It's odd. Not having the memories but the product of what happened. Clearly, they patched things up and he forgave her... and then, well, Rose is here so obviously they... he... well, she knows she loved him once and it wouldn't have been hard to fall for him again. It's a shred of disbelief that runs through her that it's possible he loved her as well.

Or maybe getting pregnant was just an accident.

Not likely, given her whole infertility potion she once took. How that broke or loopholed around to have her get pregnant is strange and concerning. But what does that really matter. She has a beautiful baby girl.

"I don't know how she would have those memories if it weren't." Regina sighs, and tucks her hair behind her ears as she waits for Robin's reply. Perhaps he's angry with her for not telling him the exact moment she found out. Maybe he doesn't want to have a child with her. That could explain his stunned expression.

"So she is my daughter?"

"Yes."

"Our daughter?"

"Unless I kidnapped a baby that looks like the spitting image of the two of us… she is ours."

Robin beams and Regina's heart stumbles over itself.

He's happy about it.

Actually happy.

Tears flush into her eyes as the reality truly sets in. She has a daughter with Robin. And she damn near lets them fall when she sees his own gaze blur as he sniffs looking down at Rose still nuzzled into his chest.

"I can't believe I have a daughter."

"Imagine waking up to it." She laughs breathlessly as Robin too matches her with a chuckle and bounce of his eyebrows.

"That must have been quite, jarring?"

"It passed rather quickly."

"How could it not? She's perfect." He thumbs over the dark chocolate fluff of hair on top of Rosie's head, leaning down to inhale her baby sweet scent deeply as though he's breathing for the first time.

"Not at three am, wailing incessantly, she isn't."

Robin grins and buries his nose into Rose's head, "Don't listen my precious girl, you are absolute perfection at all hours."

Regina's eyes roll, but she smiles. He's wrapped around her finger already. A doting dad to the core. Regina snorts a laugh, "Yes, well, you can get up with her, see just how perfect she is then."

He stills for a moment and looks back at Regina. Him being allowed to get up with their daughter means that he would be sleeping in the same house as them. Together. With Regina. If his heart hadn't swelled enough already, he thinks that extra added musing she just gave him may have it popping at the seams.

In his arms, Rosie babbles something, pats his chest and bumps her forehead into his chest. She is so tiny. Such a little human being with ten beautiful tiny fingers and toes. And as he settles her on his knees, he takes a true look at her. She does look like him. In minor slight ways. The majority of her features are certainly Regina, not that Robin is complaining, but to see this baby girl is a combination of the two of them. It's rather overwhelming. To the point where tears flush into his eyes as he beams at his daughter.

"You know, my grandmother's name was Rosalie."

Regina's eyebrow arches curiously. "You think we named her after your grandmother?"

"Perhaps?"

"It is a beautiful name."

"Mmmm for the most beautiful girl." He grins as Rosie smacks her tiny palms into his cheeks, scratching the stubble underneath with a ferocious look. He's seen that look on Regina before. When she is consumed with figuring something out. It's a crease in her brow, narrowing of her eyes. "How old do you think she is?"

Regina takes a minute, smiling at the sight before her, unbelieving of how well Robin is taking the entire bomb that's been dropped on him. "Honestly, I don't know. Best guess would be maybe seven or eight months?"

She sees his face fall momentarily, "I've missed so much already."

"You're here now."

Their eyes meet over Rosie's head, and Regina's stomach swirls about when Robin smiles and nods. "And I will not lose another minute." He presses a kiss to their daughter's forehead though his gaze remains on Regina, "With either of you."

She can't help the smile that erupts rather bashfully into her blush tinted cheeks.

They sit together on the blanket for a while, trading glances towards one another every now and then as Roland runs about the playground, oblivious to their new family situation. Robin completely enamoured with Rosie as she grabs fists full of grass blades, holding it up to him for inspection. He asks all sorts of questions about her. Is she a good sleeper? Most of the time. Is she crawling yet? To a degree, it's more of a wiggle still. What soothes her? The rocking chair he built. That has a grin being bitten back.

He comments quietly about his excitement over getting to see her grow up. To be there to rock her to sleep, give her a bath, teach her to walk, figure out what will make her smile and laugh. There had been a point in time where he never imagined himself having more children after Marian had passed, but in the back of his mind he always wondered about how it would be raising a girl.

That has Regina chuckling, because clearly he's already wrapped around their baby girl's finger. And if she isn't careful, Rose will have both her parents eating out of the palm of her hand in no time. Which brings up another question. Roland.

Who is still frantically racing up and down the slide in the park, between the swings and over the monkey bars. He is adorable. And clearly is quite taken with Regina as he skips up beside her, presenting a handful of daisies she accepts with a smile before he sits himself down between her legs.

"I missed you, Regina."

Her hands wrap around his little belly as she nuzzles into the mop of curly brown hair. It's so easy for her to love children. They are her absolute weakness. And Roland is no exception. Even if she doesn't remember him. It feels natural to cradle him into her chest.

"Do you remember me now?"

Her eyes flick to Robin's sadly, and she feels Roland deflate at her lack of answer. "I'm sorry, Roland. But if it's okay with you and your daddy, I was thinking maybe we could make new memories."

"Like what?"

"Well, what's your favorite dessert?"

"Chocolate cakes!"

"How about we make some tonight at my house then?"

"Really?!" He flies around on his knees, squaring them chest to chest and the look he gives her, one of absolute hope and awe, would knock her off her feet if she weren't already sitting. Nodding, she bumps their noses together and Roland giggles, "Eskimo kisses!" He wiggles his own button nose across her a few more times. "Can we have lasagna too? You made the best kind!"

Well, it appears she's already played her hand in the cooking department. She just wishes she could remember it. "Of course, but you have to ask your dad."

"Please daddy! Can we have cake and lasagna with Regina and Rosie?"

From across the blanket Robin is smiling as though he's just seeing color for the first time. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, my boy."

Something in Regina's chest bursts at the smile Robin sends her way. Waking up three weeks ago with a baby girl had been, well, a shock to say the least, but as the pieces are slowly being put back together the full picture is coming more and more into plain sight.

They are a family.

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It didn't take long for Rosie to fall asleep in Robin's arms at the park. All warm and nestled against his chest. Regina had been loathe to pull her daughter out of her slumber for a moment, fastening her into the carseat before she dozed off once more. Robin had stood with Roland by her vehicle, bidding them both a short farewell, telling her they'd be at her house in a few hours and when Robin leaned in to kiss her cheek, Regina's blushed ridiculously red.

The entire drive home, she can't wipe off the silly grin on her lips, nor does the feeling of floating away cease as she turns down the streets and heads home. Eyeing up her left hand on the steering wheel, a particular finger is vacant, and she wonders if they are married. It's not something she truly ever wanted to happen again. But if this situation has taught her anything, it's that the impossible can always happen, if the right person is there.

She bathes Rose first. Getting more soap and suds on herself than anywhere else as her daughter playfully splashes about in the tub, a yellow rubber duck squeaking in her tiny fists. Washed off, dried and lotioned up, she dresses Rose in a navy blue dress, with white trim around the hem and neck, a matching headband bow slid into the soft dark brown crown of hair. She even finishes off the ensemble with a pair of white booties before settling Rose in her bouncy chair as Regina takes a quick shower herself, pulling on a pair of dark denims and a white silk blouse that ties around her waist. A fast application of light makeup, she scoops up her daughter, and heads downstairs and into the kitchen.

The doorbell rings and Rose immediately squeals in her highchair. Her blue eyes sparkling as Regina lifts her and attempts to settle her down on her hip as they make way towards the door, a chorus of happy bubbled "Ba!"'s chirping into the air. Swinging the door open, it's to a bouquet of flowers. A flurry of autumn colours, red roses, orange carnations, yellow lilies and a few white baby's breath to tie it all in together. She takes them with a smile, finding Roland's chubby cheeks behind them, bashful and god damn adorable as she thanks him fondly.

"It was Papa's idea."

"Was it now?"

Her brow cocks up to Robin who's made himself rather busy staring up at the clouds, but she can see the blush behind the grin he bites back. Turning back to his son, she wraps a hand around his ear and leans in to whisper something. It has Robin's eyes flicking down curiously as Roland giggles and nods when Regina presses a quick kiss to his forehead.

Regina stands, and Rose immediately reaches for Robin who takes her gladly. "What are you two whispering about?" He scowls playfully, adjusting his daughter in her arms, "It's not nice to keep secrets."

Roland hums, gives Regina a giddy look before turning his chin up to Robin. "You're right Papa, I have to give you something from Regina." Robin kneels, and Regina's heart skips a beat seeing the three of them all tucked in together. She's just missing one person to make this perfect. Robin leans in as Roland goes to whisper in his ear, but his cheek is met with a wet kiss instead and a rather fierce hug from his boy. Chuckling he scoops him up, holding both his babies as he turns back at Regina smiling like a complete fool.

It's infectious. His smile. It creeps up Regina's spine and lingers on her lips as he bows his head and thanks her. They walk into the house together, Roland escaping from his father's arms and stampede's towards Regina, linking their hands together as the enter the kitchen.

For much of the evening, Regina is caught between complete disbelief and sheer joy. Never did she think she could have this feeling again after leaving Henry. Though her heart still aches at the thought of him, being here with Robin, his son and their daughter has managed to placate the pain. At least for now.

Robin settles on a chair, Rose in his lap, squishing her hands into his face and tugging at the buttons of his pine green shirt. He looks fantastic in green. It brings out the bright blue of his eyes. The tailoring of it enhancing the muscle tone beneath. More than once she spies his tattoo, the one he'd shown her all those years ago. It suits him. A magnificent lion. Strength and protection. It's Robin to a T. Those exact qualities exude from him and he is perhaps one of the only people in this world she genuinely feels safe with.

For much of the evening, Roland is knee deep in cake batter and pasta sauce, sweetly demanding he take part in every step of making their dinner. It's adorable, and it has Robin's heart swelling beyond the confines of his chest as he watches the two of them giggle over chocolate icing, which is more on Roland's face than the cake itself. He finds himself enamoured by her. Everything she does, the smile she gives his son when he dabs her nose with pasta sauce, the softness of her laugh as she wipes it away. Occasionally her eyes flick up to find his, and he flushes at being caught staring rather openly at her.

It's once both cake and dinner are bubbling away in the oven that she finally sits down beside him, close enough he can smell the basil that's lingering in her hair when she leans over to press a kiss to Rose's cheek. And for a little girl who usually doesn't stop moving and babbling, Rose is rather quiet and content where she is. Nuzzled against Robin's chest, his thumb gripped tightly in her tiny fist.

Without really thinking, his free hand slides around Regina's chair, and trails lightly down her back. She stills for a moment, catches Robin's eyes and smiles far too shyly for a woman once known as the Evil Queen. But that's not who she is to him. Never has been. She presses further into his touch, her shoulder leaning into his own as his hand continues it's path up and down her spine, scratching lightly at the base of her skull every now and then. The buzzer goes off far too quickly for his liking, and he visible scowls as Regina retracts herself from his side, chuckling at his frown, and before she can really talk herself out of it, she kisses his cheek.

It stuns them both as she pulls back wide eyed. For a moment they stare at one another, a breath of space between them filled with a hundred questions. Robin's heart thunders in his chest, thrums into the high heavens as he brushes back a lock of hair behind her ear and cups her cheek gently. He tips his chin down, enough that his nose bumps against her own, enough that he can feel the warmth of her breath against his lips.

"Regina! The cake is done!"

It breaks the moment, and Robin sighs with a smile as Regina shakes the fuzz in her brain out, and bites down on her lip bashfully. His heart follows on two wobbly legs as she stands and leaves him with a squeeze to his forearm.

Dinner after that is filled with side glances and shy smiles between them. Roland obliviously happy as he wolfs down his dinner and chatters about silly nonsense in his day. Beneath the table, Robin's hand finds Regina's. And he's quite content to simply sit here, food long finished and hold her hand. It appears, dare he say it, that she too enjoys this. Her thumb swiping soft lines on his palm as she listens ever so intently to Roland's regaling stories of the Enchanted Forest.

He wonders for a moment as his fingers trail along her knuckles, rubbing circles over a particular finger on her left hand, one that is vacant of a diamond, if they are married. He can imagine it. Her in a white dress walking through the tree's towards him. Perhaps at the lake they first met. At sundown most definitely. The way the dimming glow would illuminate the gold colour of her eyes before he kissed her, kissed his wife.

If it did happen, he knows it would have been perfect.

Before long, they are sitting in the living room, dinner left on the counter tops, and Roland curled up in Regina's lap as she reads him a story. His eyes closed before she's even reached the fifth page. She curls her fingers through his unruly wild hair, humming softly as he sleeps soundly against her body, which is fortunately leaning against Robin's chest. The four of them tucked in together on the sofa. If it wasn't for Rose's small whine that escaped as she stretches out in Robin's arm, Regina feels as though she could have stayed just like this forever. With Robin's fingers petting long lines down her arm, the steady beat of his heart against her back. If only she could freeze time.

Rose whimpers again and Regina sighs, turning to find her daughter on the brink of a hungry meltdown. "I should feed her."

Robin nods, "And I should be getting him back to camp."

Regina frowns, wraps her arm tighter around the sleeping boy. She's not ready to let them leave. Isn't sure she ever wants them too again. "There is a spare room upstairs he can sleep in." She feels Robin smile more than she can actually see it. They trade children, and she moves to sit in the single arm chair, wrapping a blanket around her legs as she settles Rose against her breast, listening to the quiet footsteps Robin takes up the stairs.

A sigh leaves her as Rose latches onto her breast, suckling greedily as Regina begins to rock them back and forth gently. She's growing so quickly, it won't be long before it's onto solid foods and Regina will have to relinquish these intimate moments with her daughter.

Robin treads softly back down the stairs, only to have his heart leap from his chest and waddle over to Regina who's currently breastfeeding their daughter on the single dark grey arm chair. He feels it, how his heart climbs up her legs and settles into a warm steady thrumming beat on Rosie's chest as she fills her tummy with dinner. He's fairly certain he's never seen something so perfect as this moment here and now.

Tiny white socked feet wiggling in the air, Regina's eyes half lidded as she smiles something gorgeous down at their daughter, stroking over the light crown of black hair there. She's mumbling something soft and sweet as they rock gently back and forth. It's a quiet peaceful moment he doesn't wish to intrude on. He tip toes towards the kitchen, deciding on that Regina could use a cup of tea.

"Hey. Where are you going?" Her voice stops him mid stride and he grins shyly "I was going to get you a tea." She smiles with a tip of her head, but shakes her head and motions him over towards her and Rosie. He goes far too quickly with very little hesitation. Giddy almost as he slowly settles down on the arm of the chair. With a kiss to the crown of Regina's hair, Robin's eyes linger on their daughter, half asleep as she suckles quietly. "She's beautiful."

"Yeah she is. Sometimes I still don't believe this is all real."

"I know what you mean. But I am thankful for it."

She smiles, turns her face up to meet his eyes, and her heart stumbles over itself at the look he is giving her. One that is full of possibility and if she dare think it, love. She feels it. The way he wraps an arm around her shoulders, twirling a few strands of her hair in his fingers, and dips his chin down so his forehead can rest against hers. "And if this is a dream, I pray I never wake up."

Regina chuckles, and leans harder into him, "That was corny." Her nose nuzzles against the line of his jaw, "I agree with you though." Her lips find the corner of his mouth, resting softly against his stubble as he shifts into her.

"I know there are so many thing we need to talk about, things we don't yet know." He whispers against her cheek, "But I've already missed so much with you, with our daughter." He lands a barely there kiss to her smile, "I refuse to let this chance go."

"Are you sure?" Her heart hammers in her chest as she blinks up at him, scanning his face for answers, for the possibility he honestly wants this with her. To be with her. To be a family together.

"I've wanted nothing more since they day I saw you crying by the lake."

Tears flush her eyes, a single one escaping as she nearly whimpers in relief, his thumb quick to wipe it away. "I just need to know if you want the same thing?" Beneath them, Rose gurgles and stretches out in Regina's arms before nuzzling into her mother's chest and falling asleep. "I think I made that decision a long time ago."

Robin beams, and he captures her lips before his heart decides to burst free.

It's slow. Languid and soft as she presses harder into him, humming at the taste of his mouth, the stubble that scratches lightly on her chin. It feels like home. Where she's always meant to have been. His teeth nip at her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth with a groan, and heat pools deep in her stomach.

She could spend her entire life here. Kissing him. Feeling his heart beat heavy and hard against her palm resting on his chest. His fingers card through her hair, tugging her closer to him if possible, holding her lips to his own as he soaks in their plump softness, the slight indent on her top lip where her scar lays. He loves that scar. Lets his tongue dart out to sample along the line of it. It has Regina moaning in the back of her throat, pressing harder, opening her mouth to him, swallowing down the taste of whiskey on his tongue that maps her own.

"Mom?"

They break apart with a pop. Regina's head turning towards the front door, jaw agape at the voice she just heard.

"Henry?"

TBC.