A/N: butterflykisses0 will be ecstatic that this chapter is finally up... I hope I did justice to all the parents living that situation, because I, for myself, would rightly KILL my daughter if she ever pulled on a stunt like that...

Prompt: Regina and Robin find their sixteen-year-old daughter about to have sex with her boyfriend.

It had been a good night overall.

Robin had invited Regina to the restaurant to celebrate their twentieth anniversary – really, time passed far too quickly – and the children were safely home.

Yes, a very good night indeed.

So, as they both got home and Regina stepped into the kitchen to serve herself a glass of water before going to bed and that she heard muffled sounds coming from the living-room, she thought that might have fallen asleep before the television as usual.

But as she opened the door and stepped inside, it wasn't Roland that she saw.

Her eyes widened ans she felt all colour leave her face as she took in the scene unfolding before her.

Suzanne, her by then sixteen-year-old daughter, was entangled with a boy she had never seen in her life on the couch, clad in only her bra, trousers discarded to the side, clearly more than making-out with the guy.

It was only as Robin joined his wife and gasped as he too took the scene in that Suzanne finally looked up from where she was fumbling with the boy's shirt buttons, and she screamed.

"Mom! Dad!"

The boy fell from the couch, hiding his obvious desire under a pillow.

Suzanne grabbed her shirt and covered her chest. "What...what are you doing back this early?"

Regina was fuming. Fuming. "Early? Early, Suzanne May Hood? It is one in the morning! And what in the seven hells are you doing?"

"Uh...uh..."

Regina took a pace forward, not quite knowing what she was going to do, but intending for it to hurt. But Robin's hand caught her arm, pulling her back to him, and his eyes met hers in a silent plea. 'Don't.'

Robin cleared his throat. "Young man, I think it'd be better for you to leave..."

The guy stumbled to his feet and exited the room by the back door as quickly as he could, not even sparing a glance to Suzanne.

"Now...care to tell us why this boy was in our house and we didn't know about it?"

The young girl huffed, quickly returning to the angry teenager she had been since she had turned fourteen. "His name is Adam. And that's none of your business."

Regina opened her mouth to yell at her daughter – how dare she? – but Robin beat her to it. "Unfortunately for you, darling, it is our business, since this is our home and you are our under-age daughter. Now, gather up your things and go to bed. You're grounded."

"You can't, Dad!"

Suzanne's blue eyes – so alike her father's – were widened, not used for Robin to not side with his beloved only-daughter.

But he just clicked his tongue, and Regina understood that, although hiding it, he too was very, very angry. "I would not try to parley, miss. You won't leave this house for a week. Two, if you dare say another word."

Suzanne glared at her father, but gathered her clothes and ran out of the room, slamming every door on her way upstairs.

Once they were alone, Regina's shoulders fell and her head sank to her husband's shoulder. "My God..."

He chuckled darkly. "Yes... I did not think we'd live that for another year at least..." He put an arm around her and kissed her temple. "At least you haven't set anything on fire..."

"Yes, well... Fortunately for that boy, you were there to stop me..."

And as Robin chuckled again, this time more joyfully, she couldn't help but smile a little too...