Chapter 25: Labor Pains

Dearest Snow,

Congratulations on your prize for jumping on horseback! I've always loved jumping with Rocinante and I cannot wait until I can do it again. The day is approaching quickly, though, as the child inside me is starting to travel lower in anticipation of being born. Hopefully I can get this letter off before he decides to come.

If not, it will no doubt arrive with the letter I've already instructed either Robin or my handmaiden Tink to write to you as I will probably be too tired to do so myself once I give birth. I am certain your father could be convinced to send you on another diplomatic mission for you to visit once my little one is here. According to Robin's mother, it is customary to first only announce the birth of the new prince or princess. A holiday is then declared so the people can celebrate the birth. Thirty days after, a weeklong holiday is declared so people can travel here to Locksley so that they may witness the official presentation. It will be their first glimpse of the baby and we will officially announce his or her name then. Dignitaries from across the country and our allies will be invited. I would love to have you there.

Until we see each other again, be mindful of your tutors and kiss your pony for me.

Your sister,

Regina

A sharp twinge in Regina's lower back had her sit back with a groan. She rubbed her back as she closed her eyes. From across the room, she heard Catherine ask: "Are you alright, Regina?"

"Yes," she replied, laying her quill down. "I fear I've been sitting in this chair too long, that is all."

Catherine set her embroidery down and stood, frowning. "Why don't you come sit on the couch? It'll be more comfortable."

Regina nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."

"Here, I'll help you up," Catherine said, reaching out for her. Regina took her hand and let her hoist her to her feet. Her hand immediately went to her bump as Henry gave her a swift kick.

"Is the little one getting more active?" Catherine asked her. When Regina nodded, she chuckled. "I remember that. Robin wouldn't give me a moment's peace before his birth. I feared he would never sleep."

Regina giggled. "Henry sleeps. Just not when I'm sleeping. Or when I want to relax. That's when he wants to play and have my full attention."

"So he's already a mama's boy," Catherine said. "Reminds me of his father."

"I think he just knows I'm a captive audience," Regina replied, smiling fondly at her stomach.

"Well, you are," Catherine replied. She then placed a hand on Regina's arm. "How are you feeling about the birth? It's alright to be scared."

Regina took a deep breath. As she approached her time, every woman who had ever given birth or attended one felt the need to come forward to share their stories with her. Most were good and provided her with useful information as well as tips, yet there were still plenty of horror stories that left her awake at night as the worst-case scenarios played in her mind. Her worst fear was dying before she could ever see her son, let alone hold him. She wanted to be there for Henry and for Robin but the risk was still high.

"Regina?" Catherine prompted softly, looking concerned.

"I am scared," she admitted. "I don't want to die."

Catherine wrapped her arm around her and pulled Regina in for a comforting embrace. "I know. No woman wants to die in childbirth and I know it's a real fear, but I assure you that you will have the best tending you. You are also strong, Regina. I have no doubt that you will make it through this."

Regina tried to smile but it failed as her thoughts turned dark. "What if the pain is too much? What if something happens to Henry in the birth? What if I lose him?"

"Don't let your mind go there," her mother-in-law instructed. "You can't let yourself drown in a sea of negativity and horrible what-ifs. Focus on the positive. Henry will be fine, you will be fine and the three of you will be a beautiful family."

"I'm trying but it's so hard," Regina said, sniffling.

A handkerchief was pressed into her hand and she dabbed her eyes as Catherine continued to rub her arm. "I know. So I want you to close your eyes now please."

Regina did as she instructed. Catherine's soothing voice then washed over her. "I want you to imagine yourself in this room, sitting on this couch with Robin by your side. Except this time, you are holding a beautiful baby boy. He has all ten fingers and all ten toes. And although he has no teeth, he has a beautiful smile as he cuddles closer to you. Can you see him?"

"Yes," Regina replied, almost breathless as she saw the perfect little boy with dark blond hair and blue eyes snuggled in her arms. She could almost feel him wiggle in her arms, his weight comfortable and warm.

He was beautiful.

"Do you feel better?" Catherine asked. Opening her eyes, Regina smiled and nodded. She did feel more peaceful and more positive about her upcoming birth.

The door opened and Robin entered, smiling when he saw the two of them. "Well, this is a lovely sight to come in on."

"Your mother was just helping me stay calm," Regina said, trying to sit up. She groaned as her back protested, her head falling back onto Catherine's shoulder. "She's also holding me up right now it seems."

Catherine chuckled. "Whatever you need me to do."

"Here," Robin replied, sitting down on Regina's other side. He picked her upper body up and guided her toward him, letting her head rest on his shoulder. "Now I'll hold you up."

Regina sighed. "I'm pretty useless, aren't I?"

"No," mother and son said in unison.

He continued talking as he rubbed her arm. "You're certainly not useless and I'm certain Little Henry wouldn't think so as he continues to grow inside you."

Regina hummed as she rubbed her stomach. "I guess just sitting around and growing a person is doing something."

"It's very important something," he told her, kissing her head. "It's a very awe-inspiring something."

Catherine stood, smoothing out her skirts. "I think I'll leave you two alone for now. Will you be dining in your rooms again?"

Regina felt Robin nod. "We think it is best until Regina has given birth."

"Agreed," Catherine said, nodding. "Then I will join you tonight, if that is alright with you."

"Of course it is," Regina replied, her eyes closed as she felt Robin's heart beating under her hand. "Daddy is coming too."

"You can also invite the others as well," Robin added. "The more, the merrier. Right, Regina?"

She hummed, feeling sleep tug at her as she laid on the couch next to Robin. At that moment, she probably would've agreed to anything just as long as she didn't have to move anywhere.

Regina heard Robin and Catherine exchange a few more words but she wasn't really listening. Silence fell upon the room soon after and she lifted her legs, curling them under her skirts as she got more comfortable. Her husband wrapped his arm around her, holding her closer as he rubbed her arm. "Do you want to move to the bed?" he asked.

"I never want to move again," she replied. "I just want to stay here forever and ever."

He squeezed her arm. "You will have to eventually give birth and I doubt you want to do that on this couch."

She opened an eye, looking up to find him smiling down at her. "No, I don't. But I still don't want to move."

"Fair enough," he said. "How about we just lay here for a bit and see how you feel when it comes time for supper?"

"There's a letter I want to send though," she told him, trying to point to her desk. "It's going to Snow White."

He looked over the couch. "Do you want me to stay here or send out the letter?"

"Send out the letter please. Just stick a pillow under me. I'll be fine," she said, yawning as she stretched out on the couch.

"Well, talk about feeling useless. I'm easily replaced by a pillow," he said, sliding out from under her and placing the pillow under head. He then also covered her with a blanket, tucking her in with a kiss to her forehead.

Though she knew he was joking, she still reached out to grab his arm and opened her eyes to look up at her. "A pillow could never replace you. It can't hug back."

He smiled at her. "Good to know. Now, get some rest and I'll get your letter off to Snow White."

"Thank you," she murmured, her eyes closing again. "And good night."

"Is there anything I can do for the back pain?" Regina asked Widow Lucas, rubbing her lower back. No matter what she did, a dull ache always pulsated from there as she neared the end of her pregnancy. She figured it was from carrying the additional weight of Henry and she just wanted it to go away.

Widow Lucas gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm afraid not, except to tell you to get plenty of rest."

"I have been doing that," Regina replied, irritated. "I can't stay in bed much longer."

"Well, it won't be much longer," Widow Lucas told her, running her hand over Regina's bump. "He's dropping, meaning he's going to come soon. You'll probably start dilating soon and may even start to feel the first pangs of labor."

Regina frowned as her heart constricted at the idea of feeling her first pains soon. "How bad will they be?"

"At first, not bad. You will just be more uncomfortable than usual but will be able to go about your daily routine, though I do advise you to stay in bed if possible. You don't have to send for me just yet, though. Not until the pain grows more profound, lasts longer and comes in shorter intervals. Tink will know the right moment," Widow Lucas said, squeezing the young handmaiden's shoulder.

Tink nodded. "I will and I will be by your side the entire time, milady, as will His Majesty, I imagine."

Regina smiled. "I'm certain he will be there too."

"Do not worry then," Widow Lucas assured her. "You will be well cared for during your lying-in."

"It's just the pain I have to worry about then," Regina mused, rubbing her stomach. "Will there be nothing you can give me for it?"

Widow Lucas sighed as she shook her head. "Nothing that we can't guarantee won't interfere with labor or harm the baby. I'm sorry."

Regina nodded. "No, I understand. Other women have survived the pain. I can do so as well."

"You will forget it once the baby is out and in your arms," Widow Lucas told her, smiling. "I've seen it time and time again."

"Forget what?" Robin asked, opening the door to their bedroom to peek inside. He smiled sheepishly. "Am I interrupting?"

Regina shook her head. "Absolutely not. Come, join us."

He entered the room and sat down next to her on the bed, taking her hand. "Everything well with you and the babe?"

She nodded, placing his hand on her stomach so he could feel Little Henry kicking inside her. "All is well. He will make his entrance any day now, according to Widow Lucas."

"I cannot wait to meet him," Robin said with a goofy smile on his face. "I promise not to leave your side until he arrives."

"Something tells me the council may not want to have meetings in our chambers," she teased him.

Robin grimaced. "Nor do I want them here. My apologies, milady, I might have to leave your side every once and awhile."

She chuckled. "I'll forgive you."

"Well, I'll be back in a few days to check on you again," Widow Lucas said, picking up her basket. "If you need me before that, just send for me. I will come."

Robin stood, shaking her hand. "Thank you for everything you're doing for Her Majesty. We appreciate it."

Widow Lucas smiled. "I am glad to be of service to my king and my queen."

"I will escort you out," Tink said. She bobbed a curtsy. "I will return shortly, Your Majesties."

"Take your time, Tink," Regina called out, settling against the pillows behind her as she sank down under the blankets.

Once the door was closed, Robin laid down next to her on the bed. His hand found her bump and Henry kicked there. "Hello, my boy. Your mother and I can't wait to meet you."

"I am certain he can't wait to meet us either," she said, smiling as she ran her fingers through Robin's hair. "Though if I were him, I would want to stay in there."

He lifted his head, frowning at her. "What do you mean?"

"Think about it," she replied. "He's all cocooned, safe and warm. Food is delivered to him and he doesn't have to deal with people bothering him. It's a really nice place to live."

"True but it's a place that's getting rapidly smaller," he pointed out. "You only have so much room."

She chuckled. "You do raise a good point. He'll probably want out soon just so he can stretch out."

"We'll be waiting for you," Robin told her stomach, pressing a kiss to it.

He then stretched out to lay next to her, taking her hand in his. "How are you feeling? Everything still alright?"

She nodded, snuggling against him. "Well, except for the fact that I won't be able to find a comfortable position until Henry comes out."

"I wish I could take your discomfort from you," he said and she knew he meant every word. "I hate to see you grimace with every movement."

Regina kissed his nose. "I'll live but you are sweet to offer."

He sighed as he wrapped his arm around her. "I also mean it, Regina. I promise not to miss the birth."

"I know," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Only something of great importance would keep you from my side."

Robin kissed the top of her head. "Rest now, my love. I'll be right here."

She let her eyes close and sighed, her body relaxing. Though Henry let out a few kicks, she started to drift off, eager to get in a nice nap while she could…

Regina knew something was wrong the moment Robin entered their chambers. He was somber and barely said a word to her, usually acknowledging her with some vague vocalizations. His eyes were distant and there were worry lines on his forehead as he stared into the fire. Something was wrong and she was determined to find out what it was.

She sat down next to him on the couch and took his hand. He didn't seem to realize she had done that and she asked: "Robin?"

"Hmm?" He looked up, as if realizing she was there for the first time. His expression softened. "Oh, hello, lovely."

"Hello," she said, tilting her head as she moved to rub his back. "I've been here since you came in."

His eyes widened before he turned sheepish. "I am sorry, my love. My mind is elsewhere."

"I can tell," she replied. "Care to share?"

Robin sighed, moving closer to her and wrapped his arm around Regina. "We got word that Keith has been found in the woods by the Sherwoodian border."

"Oh," she said, still confused why he was so distracted by that. "Has he been taken into custody?"

He nodded. "John has him under lock and key in Fort Nott, guarded every hour of the day. However, Keith is refusing to come back to Locksley unless I escort him myself."

"How far away is Fort Nott?" she asked, concern growing inside her.

"Three days at full speed on horse with little breaks," he replied softly. "I will most likely be gone a week if I go."

She pressed her hand against her extended stomach as Henry gave a swift kick against her side, as if he had heard Robin as well. If Robin went to Fort Nott, it was possible he would be gone when she gave birth. She didn't want to go through it without him by her side, holding her hand and whispering support the entire time. "Can't he stay in Fort Nott until after Henry comes? Do you have to go get him right away?" she asked.

"I don't think so," he replied, resting his cheek against her head. "I am trying to put it off until after you give birth."

"Is the council against that?" she asked, wondering if that was what was upsetting him.

"Most are, yes," he replied with a sigh. "They want him back here in Locksley as soon as possible to be certain he will stand for the tribunal alongside his father and the Ellises."

She frowned. "Is it easy to break out of Fort Nott? Is that what they are concerned about?"

"Yes, that's what they are concerned about," he said, "but no, it's not easy to break out of it. Especially with John's men occupying it. It's too small for Keith to slip out unnoticed. He should be fine there."

Regina cuddled closer to him. "Then let him stay there. I need you here. Henry and I both do."

He relaxed and kissed her forehead. "It's decided, then. I will stay here with you and Henry. Keith can wait until after our son is born."

"Good," she said, closing her eyes. "Now, don't move. I'm very comfortable and will be very grouchy if you move."

"Well, we definitely wouldn't want that. So I shall stay right here while you relax," he teased her, kissing her head again. She sighed, letting herself drift off as all felt right in her world.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Daddy asked, entering her bedroom. He sat down on the edge of her bed, taking her hand.

Regina sighed as she struggled to sit up, feeling weighed down by Little Henry inside her. He wouldn't stop moving and there was a consistent pain in her lower back, meaning there were some days she couldn't get out of bed—like that day. "I just want him out," she sighed.

He gave her a sympathetic look. "I know, Regina, but it won't be much longer now. Your mother complained of back pain only days before you came."

"I don't think I can wait days," she moaned, close to tears. "Am I bad mother for wanting him out now?"

"Of course not. I wanted Robin out when I was this close to my time," Catherine said, entering the room with a smile.

Regina tried to smile back but was unable to do so. "Were you this uncomfortable?"

"Yes," Catherine replied, handing her a goblet of cordial. "But it's all worth it in the end."

"I hope so," Regina groaned.

Daddy gave her hand reassuring squeeze. "It is. You'll see once you have your beautiful baby in your arms."

"Am I interrupting a party?" Robin asked, entering the room with a tight smile.

It put Regina on edge and she frowned as he kissed her forehead. She grabbed his hand and held him in place. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he lied. At her disbelieving look, he sighed and added: "We can talk about it later."

Catherine, though, now looked concerned. "Robin? Why don't you tell us now?"

He sighed, sitting down next to Regina and taking her hand. "We got a report from Fort Nott. Keith is refusing to eat until I go talk to him."

Fear gripped Regina's heart as she squeezed Robin's hand. "He's starving himself? How can he survive?"

"It's possible," Catherine said. "I've heard of others who have gone on hunger strikes. However, it will have long term effects and could kill him eventually."

It was then that Regina knew what put Robin in such a bad mood and she said sadly: "You have to leave and go to him."

He sighed as he nodded. "I don't think I could live with myself if Keith starved himself to death because of me, regardless of how I feel about him."

"When do you leave?" she asked, rubbing her stomach.

A pained look came to Robin's eyes. "First light tomorrow morning. I plan to ride hard and fast. With daylight lasting longer, I'm hoping I can get there sooner so I can get home sooner to you."

He then pressed his hand to her stomach as Henry kicked her, drawing a sad smile from Robin. "And you, my little prince. I will do everything to be here when you entire this world."

"You better be," Regina replied. "I don't want to do this by myself."

"You won't be alone, my girl. I will be with you the entire time," Daddy promised, taking her hand again as he made his promise.

Catherine sat down on the bed and smiled at Regina as well. "I'll be here too, as will Eleanor, Anastasia and Ella. We'll all support you even when Robin comes home."

Regina's heart felt as if it swelled in size as tears pricked her eyes even as she smiled back at Catherine. "Thank you."

"You have a large family that loves and cares for you now," Robin told her, kissing the side of her head. "I hope one day, you get used to it."

She leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling very loved. "Perhaps one day, I will."

Robin left early the next morning.

They had said their goodbyes the night before as he didn't want to disturb Regina's sleep, knowing it was rare for her to get more than a few hours of sleep at a time as her pregnancy neared its end. He kissed her over and over as they laid in bed together, promising that he would do everything in his power to be back in time to welcome their son into the world. For good measure, he then pulled up her shift and addressed Little Henry directly, asking him to stay inside for at least another week.

"Once Papa gets home, then you can come out," he said, rubbing her stomach. "Just try to go easy on your mother, yeah? She deserves a break."

She chuckled as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I don't think that will work but thanks for trying."

He straightened himself out, lying flush against her. Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, he said: "I really will try my best to get back to you as soon as I can, Regina."

"I know," she said softly, placing her hand against his cheek. "I believe in you, Robin."

"I love you," he whispered before kissing her forehead. She closed her eyes and let him hold her as they drifted off to sleep.

When she next opened her eyes, the room was still dark but Robin was awake. He had already dressed in a simple green tunic and black pants, an outfit that would make his ride to Fort Nott easier. She raised her head off the pillow, frowning. "Is it time for you to leave already?"

"Unfortunately," he replied, leaning down. "I promise to be back as soon as possible."

She cupped his cheek. "Ride hard but stay safe."

"I will. I love you." He kissed her before straightening up. "Go back to sleep. You need all the rest you can get."

"I should sleep while Henry is calm," she said, rubbing her stomach. While she felt her son moving inside her, it was nothing that would keep her up. She smiled up at Robin. "Especially since you'll be gone. It seems he only listens to you."

Robin nodded and crouched down to be eye level with her stomach. "You need to listen to your mother while I'm gone, Henry. Understand?"

He stood, grinning at her. "There. I think he won't give you any trouble while I'm gone now that we've had that talk."

"I guess we'll just have to see," she replied teasingly. She then grew serious. "Come back to me. Please."

"I will," he assured. "I love you, Regina."

"I love you too, Robin," she said. He gave her one last kiss before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

She laid back down on her side, rubbing her hand over her stomach. "It's just you and me for now, Henry. Hopefully Papa comes home soon. And then you can make your grand entrance in the world."

The baby kicked her and she figured it was him agreeing with her. She smiled as her eyes closed. "Thank you, Henry. And I love you."

She got another kick in response and then the baby settled down as she drifted off, sleep pulling at her again.

Regina did her best to keep herself occupied while Robin was away. However, her pains had finally forced her to withdraw from court and go into something that resembled confinement, so her schedule wasn't as busy as it had been. Catherine, Daddy and the others did their best to make certain she wasn't alone during the day and she appreciated everything they did.

The pain kept her in bed more and more. It grew so much that she sent Tink for Granny, almost certain that she was about to give birth—with or without Robin. However, the midwife informed her that while her body was preparing for the baby's arrival, it was not yet time for him to make his entrance in the world.

"He will be coming soon," Widow Lucas told her, feeling her abdomen. "He's turning if not completely turned and heading toward the birth canal."

"Will he come before Robin comes home?" Regina asked, worried.

She paused before sighing. "I can't say, Your Majesty. The little prince will come when he's ready, even if you and his father aren't."

Regina rubbed her stomach. "I hope he stays in there a bit longer. I will put up with the pain if it ensures Robin is here."

"I think I can help with the pain," Tuck said, entering the room with a basket from his arms. He gave a little bow to Widow Lucas. "If you can just assure me that these won't harm the babe, I can give these herbs to Her Majesty's handmaiden to brew in a tea for her."

Widow Lucas nodded, reaching out for the basket. "That should help her. Let me take a look at these and see what we can use."

"I was thinking the feverfew might be good," Tuck started. He stopped when Granny stared at him in horror and frowned. "No?"

"It is not safe for expectant mothers. Do you have any cloves?" she asked, looking over the basket again.

He nodded, holding one up. "This will help her pain?"

"It should," she answered. "Walking every day, though, will help with it more. So Tink should make certain she does that."

Tink appeared in the doorway. "I will. Even if it's just around the sitting room."

"Good," Widow Lucas said, picking up her bag. She smiled at Regina. "I know this is difficult, but it's not for much longer. I promise you."

She left as Regina sunk further under her blankets, trying to find a position that relieved some of her pain. Henry gave her a sharp kick and she winced, rubbing the spot. "Please give Mummy a break," she pleaded with him. "I just want to rest."

Tuck walked over to her side of the bed, giving her a sympathetic smile. "It will be fine, Regina."

"I know," she said, groaning as Henry gave her another kick. "I just may not do this ever again."

He chuckled as he squeezed her hand. "I have heard that from many expectant mothers and once the babe is in their arms, they are more than happy to talk about plans for their next child."

She shook her head. "Not me. If I do this again, it will be a long time from now, I can assure you of that."

Tuck took his leave shortly after that, saying he would go fetch some clove for a tea for her. Regina rolled over in bed and hugged her husband's pillow closer to her chest. As another twinge of pain traveled up her spine, she groaned: "Come home soon, Robin. I miss you."

The clove tea helped ease her pain and allowed her to walk the hallways of the palace once again. She was able then to stay out of bed for extended periods of time, though she couldn't return to her royal duties since she was considered in confinement. Catherine was carrying them out for her but her mother-in-law met with her every morning and evening to inform her of what was happening, something Regina appreciated greatly.

She counted each day but a week passed without word from Robin. It concerned her and she took to staring out the window in her father's room, watching the main gates for any sign of her husband or his horse. Dread grew inside her, causing Henry to kick even more.

"Come sit, Regina," Daddy said, trying to coax her away from the window. "You need to eat something."

"He should've been home by now. What do you think is keeping him?" she asked, refusing to look away.

Daddy sighed, coming to stand with her as he wrapped an arm around her. "I'm certain whatever it is, it must be very important. Otherwise, he would be back here with you."

"I just worry that he's injured somewhere. Perhaps I should ask John to go look for him," Regina mused, finally turning from the window.

"There's no need for that," Catherine said, entering the room. She held a letter in her hands and hope filled Regina.

Moving away from the window, Regina tried to walk as quickly as she could toward her mother-in-law. Her extended stomach and the baby inside it kept her from going as fast as she would've liked and Catherine ended up reaching her first rather than the other way around. "Is Robin coming home soon?" she asked the older woman.

Catherine's sad smile was like a punch to the gut and Regina crumpled onto her father's couch. Her mother-in-law sat down next to her, taking her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It's not that bad. Keith is being difficult even with Robin there. He's starting to eat but he wouldn't leave willingly. Robin sent for a paddy wagon and it was on its way when he sent this letter. It was supposed to take only a few days so I'm confident he's already left Fort Nott, but it's still going to take him a few more days himself."

"I feel the baby dropping even more. Widow Lucas says he's turned and ready to head to the birth canal. Each day Robin stays away, the chances increase that I will give birth without him here," she said.

"I know Robin and he's probably worrying about the same thing. I wouldn't be surprised if he chose to ride ahead and is riding hard to get here sooner," Catherine told her, giving her hand another reassuring squeeze. "You just need to have hope."

Regina nodded. "I will try."

"Good," Catherine said as Tink entered the room, carrying a tea tray.

She stopped in front of the couch, bobbing a curtsy to the two queens. "Where do you want me to put the tea?"

"Can you make it to the table, sweetheart?" Daddy asked, sitting down on the other side of her as he slid his hand behind her back in case he needed to help her stand.

Regina, though, knew it would all be in vain and she shook her head. She grimaced as she looked between him and Catherine. "Would you mind having the tea here?"

"Of course not," Catherine replied and Daddy echoed her words. She then nodded at Tink. "I can take it from here. Thank you, Trina."

Tink curtsied and withdrew to do some clean in the royal bedchambers as Catherine served the tea. She handed a cup to Regina. "Here, maybe this will help with the pain."

"If it has the cloves in it, it does," she told the older woman. "I'm glad Granny and Friar Tuck were able to find something to help."

Catherine nodded, handing a cup to Daddy. "I wish they had known about it when I was nearing my time with Robin. It certainly would've helped a lot more than either just walking or the midwife telling me to suck it up as all women deal with pain."

"She sounds awful," Regina said, taking a sip of her tea. It had a different taste than she was used to and she wondered if maybe Tink had used too much clove this time. She made a note to tell her later.

"She was," Catherine replied, making a face before taking a sip of her own tea. "She didn't like those who were better off in life than her and she let that bitterness affect her work. Edward dismissed her shortly after that, though I never needed a midwife again."

"At least he spared the other women from having to deal with her," Regina said, taking another sip as she ignored the taste. No one else had commented on it so she figured it was nothing to worry about.

Instead, she just leaned back and enjoyed the company.

Regina had another cup of tea that night, once again noting the strange taste. She set down the cup and looked up at Tink. "I think you used too much clove."

Tink frowned in response. "I didn't use clove for that cup."

"Oh," Regina said, frowning as well. "What did you use then?"

"They prepared the tea in the kitchens, so I believe they used their normal kind. I usually use the clove for your morning tea," Tink told her.

She nodded. "Like this morning?"

"When you had breakfast, yes," Tink replied. "But not when you had tea with Queen Catherine and Prince Henry."

Regina's gut told her something was wrong and she set the cup on the saucer before placing it on her table. "I don't think I should have any more of that tea."

Tink's frown deepened. "Why? Does it taste that bad?"

"Not bad," Regina said, pushing the cup away. "Just…not right. And given everything that's going on in the court…"

"Of course," Tink said, grabbing the cup. "I'll have a word with some of the women in the kitchen. Maybe they'll know what type of tea we've been using."

Regina thanked her before pushing herself out of the chair. Her hand went straight to her stomach, adjusting it as she centered herself again. "Can you draw me a bath? I think I would like to soak before I go to bed," she said.

"I'll go do that now, Regina. Why don't you sit a bit longer and I'll call you when it's ready?" she suggested.

"If I sit down again, I doubt I'll be able to get back up," Regina replied. "Besides, I'm moving so slow that by the time I make it to the bathroom, it'll be ready."

Tink nodded, heading into the next room. Regina started to shuffle in that direction and let out a frustrated groan at how slow she was these days. She couldn't wait until she could stride places yet again.

As she passed by Robin's arm chair, a sharp pain filled her abdomen. She let out a cry as she grabbed the chair, fingers digging into it as she tried to breathe through the pain. Regina clutched her stomach, closing her eyes as tears slid down her cheeks.

"Regina!" Tink's voice was panicked and Regina heard her come from the bedroom. "Is it the babe?"

"I don't know," she replied, straightening up as the pain passed. "Perhaps it was just one of the false contractions Widow Lucas warned me about."

Tink placed her hand on Regina's back and took her hand. "Let me help you to the bathroom. And if you don't mind, I think I will sit with you. Make certain there are no more pains or that they don't get worse."

Regina nodded, grateful for such a faithful friend and handmaiden. "I feel better knowing you'll be with me."

"We'll go as slow as you want," Tink said, helping Regina move forward.

They only took a few steps when another pain ripped through her. She gasped, clutching onto Tink as her legs almost gave out. Tink held her up though Regina could hear panic in her voice when she spoke. "I don't think you should take a bath. We need to get you into bed."

Regina nodded, still trying to breathe through her pain. Tears blurred her vision. "The baby can't come now. Robin isn't here."

"I know," Tink said softly, helping her onto the bed, "but you know the baby doesn't care about that. He's decided to come."

"You need to get Widow Lucas then," Regina told her, though she didn't want Tink to leave her. "She needs to be here."

"I can't leave you alone," Tink replied, panic in her tone. "I promised His Majesty I wouldn't."

Pain gripped Regina again and she clutched Tink's hand, yelling as it felt she was being ripped in two. "I can't do this without her. Someone needs to get her!"

"Regina?" Daddy called out. He appeared in the doorway, his face blanching. "Regina, what's going on?"

"The babe is coming. I need to get the midwife but I can't leave her alone," Tink explained to him.

He nodded, backing out of the room. "I'll send for Catherine and the others. Then you can go while we tend to Regina. I'll be right back."

Daddy left and Regina cried out, more pain ripping through her. "It's getting worse," she sobbed.

"I'm afraid it's going to get worse before it gets better," Tink told her, holding her hand again. "I don't know much about birth but I do know that."

Regina leaned back against the pillows on her bed, taking in deep breaths as the pain retreated. She knew it would be back so she tried to make the most of each brief respite she got. "Can you tie my hair back?" she asked Tink. "Perhaps braid it for me?"

"I'll do that," Ella said, hurrying into the room. "Mother, Ana and Aunt Eleanor are on their way as well. Tink, you should go get Widow Lucas."

Tink hesitated, looking over at Regina. She nodded, squeezing her handmaiden's hand. "I need her, Tink."

"I'll be back as soon as possible," Tink promised, letting go of Regina's hand as she hurried from the room.

Daddy entered the room holding a bowl of water. "Do you know where your mother wants this?" he asked Ella.

She motioned to the nightstand next to the bed. "Probably there. We'll no doubt have to keep Regina cool throughout her labor."

"We're also going to need some hot water for when the babe comes," Catherine said, entering the room as she pinned up her hair. "Ella, can you ask a servant to send some up?"

Regina didn't hear Ella's response as another labor pain hit her. She yelled reaching out for someone's hand. A large, hard one took hers and she heard her father whisper soothing words as she waited for the pain to pass. "I don't think I can do this," she cried.

"Yes, you can," he assured her. "You've proven how strong you are time and time again. You are a fighter, Regina."

Ella finally braided Regina's hair, securing it with a ribbon. "There. I hope that helps," she said.

"It does," Regina said, feeling some relief to have her hair off her neck. She smiled up at Ella. "Thank you."

"We should also get you out of that dress," Catherine said, approaching the bed. "You'll be far more comfortable in just your shift."

Regina nodded, trying to sit up. "I'll do whatever you say. We just have to be quick before the pain returns."

Daddy held her up as Catherine and Anastasia undid her laces and fastenings, sliding the dress down her body. They quickly shed her petticoats and stays before urging her to sit back on the bed. She had to stop them, gripping her father's hand tightly as another pain racked her body. Regina gasped and tried not to cry as she endured it, feeling as if it were more powerful than the ones before it.

"That's natural," Catherine assured her as she took off Regina's hose. "They are going to get closer together and increase in intensity until it is time for you to push."

"How long will that take?" Regina asked, feeling a bit better just lying there in her shift.

Eleanor helped her get more comfortable on the bed, spreading her legs a bit. "That depends. Since this is your first, though, I wouldn't be surprised if it takes several hours. Perhaps a day."

"A day?" Regina exclaimed, dismayed. She didn't think she could handle that much pain for that long and groaned as she threw her arm over her eyes.

"Is it safe to come back in?" Daddy asked.

She didn't hear a response but she soon felt her father's hand on her arm, gently pulling it away from her eyes. "It's okay, baby girl," he told her.

"I'm scared," she admitted, tearing up as another contraction hit her. She grabbed her father's hand and squeezed it as she tried to breathe through the pain.

He kissed her forehead. "You're going to be fine, sweetheart. You are strong and determined and I have no doubt so is your baby. You just need to be patient."

It was going to be a long night then.

"You're about halfway there, my lady," Widow Lucas said, positioning herself between Regina's legs. "We're probably looking at a few more hours at the very least."

Regina groaned, falling back onto the pillow. Her shift was drenched in sweat, sticking to her skin, as was her braid. She felt tired but couldn't sleep. Every time she tried to relax, another wave of pain hit her. She couldn't imagine doing it for several more hours.

Ella wiped her down with a cool, damp cloth. "You're doing great, Regina. Is there anything I can get you?"

"My husband?" Regina asked weakly. She kept her eyes trained on the door even though she knew it was unlikely Robin would walk in.

She felt Ella's hand slow down for a moment before she pulled it away. "He'll be here soon. I just know it," she said, trying to sound cheery.

"Not soon enough," Regina huffed, trying to sit up. She looked at Widow Lucas. "Is there something you can give me for the pain? Or to make this go faster?"

Widow Lucas shook her head. "There's nothing that won't also harm the baby or complicate delivery. And you're going faster than I would've expected for a first-time mother."

"Is that good or bad?" Regina asked, puffing a bit as she felt the start of another contraction.

"I'm not certain," the midwife responded. "Every woman is different but I am concerned by how suddenly everything seemed to start with you."

Regina thought about the strange-tasting tea she had drank earlier. "Are there herbs that could've caused this?"

"Aye," she replied, frowning. "Tink mentioned that you said the tea you drank tasted off."

Catherine frowned as well. "You know, I did think the tea we drank earlier tasted odd. I thought Tink had put the clove in it to help you."

"I didn't," Tink replied, looking guilty. "I thought it was the usual tea."

Another wave of pain hit Regina and she cried out, everyone tending to her as she waited it out. Tears filled her eyes and she wondered if someone had tried to hurt her or her baby. She should've been more vigilant, more careful of what she was eating and drinking. "My baby…" she sobbed.

"Your baby is fine," Widow Lucas assured her. "The herbs may have brought on your labor but he has been ready to come and I don't think they will hurt him. He's strong just like you."

"Remember what I said," Catherine told her, taking her hand. "You need to be positive, Regina."

Regina nodded, though she wasn't certain how she could remain positive as the pain grew worse and she grew weaker. Yet she tried to focus on when her son would be there and all of this would be over, using it to help her push on.

Pale beams of sunlight started to fill the room as Regina felt weaker than she ever had. She struggled to keep her eyes open while every inch of her body felt sore and heavy. Her shift had been changed twice and the third was almost drenched with her sweat. She felt as if she were being torn in two, uncertain how much longer she would last. Regina also started to believe giving birth would use up the last of her energy and would be her final act of her life.

A strange sensation filled her and she felt the urge to push down. It scared her and she gasped, causing everyone to surround her as she tried not to hyperventilate. "I feel like I should be pushing. Is that normal?" she asked.

"Yes!" Widow Lucas said, beaming. "It means the baby is about to be born."

She positioned herself at the foot of the bed, between Regina's legs. "When you're ready, take a deep breath and then push with all your might. It'll take a few pushes, but you're almost done."

"Ella, can you go let the councilmembers know?" Catherine asked her niece. "They're waiting in Prince Henry's rooms."

Resisting the urge to push flooding through her, Regina forced herself to ask: "Shouldn't you let them know after the baby comes?"

Widow Lucas looked up at Catherine, frowning. "Didn't you tell her?"

"No," Catherine replied remorsefully. "I thought we'd have a little more time before the baby came."

Huffing, Regina knew she couldn't resist the urge to push anymore. She gasped out. "Just tell me now so I can get this baby out of me!"

Catherine nodded. "The council needs to witness the birth of any and all heirs to the throne. They watched me birth Robin and now they need to watch you birth his child."

"Wonderful," she groaned as the councilmembers filled her room. They looked just as awkward as she did, which gave her a little comfort.

Widow Lucas looked up at Regina. "It's time to stop fighting it, Regina. You need to push. Your baby is practically here."

"Hold my hand, sweetheart," Daddy said, holding out his hand for her to take. She did so and sat up a bit.

"Ella, Ana, you are going to have to hold her legs. Spread them out as far as you can without hurting her," Widow Lucas ordered Robin's cousins.

Both gently held her legs, pushing them back and holding them open. Regina felt the urge to push again and she gave into it, bearing down with all her might as she let out a scream. She squeezed Daddy's hand so tightly her own fingers started to lose feeling. Yet she continued to push until Widow Lucas told her to relax.

"Take a few deep breaths and then when you feel the urge to push, take a deep breath and bear down just like you were doing," she told Regina.

Regina nodded, but she felt herself growing weaker. There was one thing she wanted to do before it was too late and she tugged on her father's hand. He wiped her brow with a damp cloth. "Do you need something, sweetheart?"

"I need you to promise me something," she gasped out. "There's a letter I wrote for Robin, just in case something bad happened. If the worst does happen, promise you'll give it to him. Please."

Daddy's face grew white and he shook his head. "That's not going to happen, Regina. You need to stay positive."

She didn't need a pep talk, though. Regina needed the assurance that her last words would get to Robin if she didn't make it. "Please, Daddy. Promise."

"I promise," he whispered, a sadness in his eyes. "But I still hope it won't come to that."

Relieved that was taken care of, Regina took his hand as she felt the urge to push again. She took a deep breath and bore down with all her might, feeling something passing out of her and through an opening. Widow Lucas smiled and the councilmembers crowded closer as the midwife declared: "The baby's head is out! Take a short break and then I think the next push will be the last one."

"Thank the Great Being," she gasped, collapsing against her pillows. Daddy wiped her brow, giving her a reassuring smile.

Regina took a few deep breaths before nodding. "Let's do this."

"Are you certain?" Ella asked, grabbing her leg again. "You didn't rest for very long."

"Yes," Regina replied, taking her father's hand. "I want this to end and I want to hold my son."

Widow Lucas smiled. "Then have at it, Your Majesty."

Regina took another deep breath and pushed down, sending all the energy she still possessed downward in order to get her son into the world. A loud cry filled the room and the councilmembers applauded as Widow Lucas held up Regina's mewling baby boy. She let out a happy laugh as she fell back against her pillows. "He's here."

"Yes, he is," Widow Lucas said, snipping the cord that had bound Henry to her. She looked to Ella. "Pull down her shift, expose some skin I can lay the babe on."

Ella nodded, untying the strings holding Regina's shift together. She peeled it away from her skin before stepping back. Widow Lucas stood and laid the baby on Regina's breasts, Henry warm and slippery against her as he cried his dissatisfaction.

A wave of love more intense than Regina had ever felt washed over her and she sobbed as she studied her son. Though covered in blood and other fluids, he was absolutely beautiful. Soft tufts of hair covered his head, though she couldn't tell if his locks were dark like hers or blond like Robin's. It seemed to be something in between, she decided. She then looked into his blue eyes as he blinked them, staring up at her, and felt she was looking in his father's eyes. After counting each finger and each toe, she kissed his little hand. "Hello there, I'm your mother and I'm very glad to finally meet you."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty," Lord Johnstone said, smiling softly at her. "He's beautiful."

"He is," she sobbed, almost laughing as she ran her hand up and down her son's back. He continued to stare up at her, their hearts beating as one.

Lady Wellington gently pushed Lord Johnstone aside to step closer to Regina and the baby. She smiled at the two. "We're going to leave you alone to bond with your son, Regina. While there will be an official naming ceremony in thirty days, we do need to know at least his first name for now. It's just a formality so we can note his birth in the official records."

"Henry," she replied. He looked up again, eyes blinking as he closed his little fingers on the edge of her shift. She believed he had reacted to his name and already recognized it, which made her laugh. "You're my little Henry."

The council members left the room as Tink approached Regina. She held out her arms. "May I take Prince Henry in order to clean him, Your Majesty?"

"Oh, yes," Regina said, gingerly picking Henry's up. He grew fussy, letting out a few mews of displeasure and she tried to soothe him. "You'll feel better once you're clean. Mama too."

"Well, we're not going to clean you right away," Widow Lucas explained, settling in at the end of the bed again. "There's a lot that still needs to come out after the baby, but it'll just happen without the pain and pushing."

Regina crinkled her nose. "Wonderful. Well, then I guess Henry can get all nice and clean while I stay bloody and disgusting."

She sat up to hand Henry to Tink when her head began to spin and her vision swam. Regina collapsed back onto the bed, holding onto her now crying son with the little strength she had. Tink leaned over and took the baby, frowning. "Your Majesty? Regina? Is something wrong?"

"Dizzy," she replied, her eyelids growing heavy. "Weak."

"What's going on?" she heard her father ask, his voice sounding panicky. She didn't know why. She had just given birth to a brand new person. It made sense to her that she was tired.

"There's more blood than there should be," she heard Widow Lucas say, though the older woman sounded far away. "We need to staunch it."

Part of Regina knew that didn't sound good but another part of her told her that it could wait until she had some rest. She gave into that part, drifting off to sleep as the nothingness consumed her.

A/N: So you all probably hate me right now, huh? I've warned on Curious Cat/Twitter a few times that the birth wasn't going to be an entirely joyous occasion and that something would cause us to see Robin's dark side.

Get a glimpse at that in the next chapter, which I hope will be up quicker than it took me to write this one.

I will be writing a few things for OQ Angst Fest this weekend, so check back for those! On FFnet and Wattpad, they'll most likely be added to "A Thief and a Queen" while two will have their own story on AO3.

Thank you!

-Mac