Based on a Captain Awkward post where a volunteer crossed several boundaries with parents and their kids.

"Everyone has been really complimentary about this place," Robin said, gently taking Roland from his car seat. "I'm sure the boys will have plenty of fun here."

Regina unclasped Henry and helped him down from his booster seat. He held her hand as he climbed out of the car. "I hope so. Mary Margaret seemed hesitant about it."

"Well, we'll check it out and decide if it's for us or not," he said, locking the car. He gave her a quick kiss. "Come on."

She held Henry's hand as they entered the building. A young woman greeted them at the front desk. "Are you a new family?" she asked.

"We are," Robin replied. "Do we need to fill anything out?"

"Just a couple of waivers and some information. We don't sell it to any companies. It's just for internal use," the woman promised, handing them a clipboard.

Regina took it and filled out the required information, most of it standard information. Names, address, ages of their sons, any allergies or medical conditions staff needed to be aware of–nothing raised any concerns for her. She also went over the waivers they had to sign, finding them the standard releases places like this would have them sign. Everything appeared to be in order and she signed the forms, handing the clipboard back to the receptionist.

"Everything looks to be in order," the young woman said. She set the clipboard down and smiled, tapping a camera. "I just need pictures of all of you. Okay?"

"Even the kids?" Regina asked, looking down at Roland in his carrier. The baby boy blinked a couple times before yawning, rubbing his face with his tiny hand.

The woman nodded. "It'll be quick. And the baby doesn't have to be awake."

"Okay," Regina replied, gently taking Roland from his carrier. She held him so that he face the camera. "Just hold still for Mommy," she whispered to him.

Roland seemed to understand. He stayed still as he watched the camera with a curious expression. The woman pressed a button and then nodded to Regina after checking the screen. "We got it," she said.

Nodding, Regina stepped back as she continued to bounce Roland. Robin picked up Henry so he was level with the camera. Henry smiled widely and the receptionist got his picture quickly. "And now we just need Mom and Dad," she said.

After placing Roland back in his carrier, Regina and Robin quickly took their pictures. The receptionist nodded. "You're all set. Head down the hall and you'll find the playroom. We have cubbies for you to place your items," she told them.

"Thank you," Robin said, picking up Henry. He then placed a hand on Regina's back as she held Roland's carrier. The small family walked down the hallway until they arrived at two large doors and entered them.

The room was bigger than she expected and was clearly divided up to accommodate all the ages of children that might visit the room. She spotted mats for babies who couldn't crawl yet. They laid either on their stomachs or backs as they played with toys. On the other side of the room was a padded area for those learning to crawl or walk, toys also strewn about that side as well. That area opened to a play area that filled the back of the room. It was wooden and painted bright colors, containing several ramps and slides for the more mobile to move around and explore the area.

Robin let out a low whistle. "This is impressive."

"It is," Regina agreed, amazed. "I think the boys will have fun here."

He nodded before pointing to a wall of cubbies. "Looks like that's where we can store our things."

They walked over there and Regina set Roland's carrier on a nearby bench. She unsnapped the restraint and took him out of his coat. He grinned, kicking happily as the bulky item came off and she cooed: "Were you hot, sweetheart? Mama's sorry but she couldn't take your coat off right away."

"Do you need any help?" a woman asked. Regina looked up to find an older woman hovering by Robin as he helped Henry out of his coat.

Robin smiled at her. "I've got it. Thank you."

"Really, I can help you with him," the woman pushed, surprising Regina. It was clear Robin had everything under control and she couldn't figure out why the woman wouldn't back off.

"I'm fine," Robin insisted, a hardness in his voice that Regina recognized. He handed Henry's coat to her. "Here you go."

The woman realized that Regina was there and her eyes lit up when she saw Roland in his carrier. "Oh! Isn't he the most beautiful boy ever!"

"Thank you," Regina said, putting the coats into one of the cubbies. She was still a little wary around the woman and hoped she would move on quickly.

"My name is Hilda and I'm a volunteer here," the woman continued. "If you need any help, you can just ask me. That's what we're here for. May I ask the names of these two cuties?"

Regina hesitated, still not completely comfortable with the woman. But she was a volunteer and would probably learn the boys' names anyway, so Regina replied: "The baby is Roland and that's Henry over by his father."

"Henry and Roland! Those are two classic names you don't hear very often these days!" Hilda praised.

"Uh, thanks?" Regina responded uncertainly. She was relieved when Henry tugged on her hand, begging her to play with him. Glancing up at Hilda, she said: "Excuse me."

Hilda turned then to Roland. "How about I take care of this little one?"

"That's okay," Robin said, stepping closer. "I've got him."

Though Henry tugged on her hand, Regina didn't move. She didn't like how Hilda seemed uncomfortable letting Robin handle her own son. Her dislike grew when Hilda asked: "Are you sure? I'm more than capable of taking care of him."

"So am I," he replied, annoyed. He lifted Roland easily and patted his back. "We're fine. Thank you."

"Well, I'll be around if you need me," Hilda said, looking slightly put out that Robin kept rejecting her help. She walked away as Regina finally let Henry tug her toward the play area.

As he climbed up a rope ladder, Regina stood off to the side and watched him. One of the other mothers came up to her. "I see Hilda introduced herself. She's so good with the children and so helpful. The other mothers and I think she's a godsend," the woman said.

Regina hesitated, not wanting to say the wrong thing. Her gut told her not to trust Hilda but it was clear everyone else liked her. She had to tread carefully and so she asked: "What about the dads?"

"Oh," the woman said, frowning. "We don't get many of them. If they do come, it's usually sporadic. Why?"

"No reason," Regina said, turning back to Henry. He waved to her once he reached the top and she waved back, an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She had learned to trust her gut after years on the battlefield and it told her that Hilda was going to be a problem. It also told her going against Hilda would alienate them as well.

She suddenly preferred navigating a minefield to mommy dynamics.

Their next visits proved that Hilda's behavior wasn't just because they were new parents she didn't know yet. She seemed obsessed with Henry and Roland, always making a point to greet them. And every time they visited, she tried to find a reason to hold Roland. Regina and Robin kept shutting down her every attempt politely as they didn't really need her help. They also worried that she would try to walk away with one of their boys and had reminded Henry that he should only go anywhere with one of them.

Regina also noticed that Hilda tended to hover more when Robin was with her. When he was there, she always tried to take over whatever task he was doing–whether it was feeding Roland, tying Henry's shoes, or putting a coat on either boy. It was as if she just automatically assumed he would do it wrong and Regina figured it was probably just a preconceived sexist notion that men were hopeless and helpless when it came to children. Because when it was just her, Hilda never tried to take over anything she was doing. All she did was continue to try to find a way to hold Roland and each time, Regina kept shutting her down as politely as possible while still putting some warning into her voice.

It got Hilda to back off for a couple weeks before she was back at it again.

And all the while, the other mothers just kept praising Hilda. It got to the point that Regina did start to wonder if it was just her.

"It's not you," Mary Margaret told her, pouring her a cup of coffee. "She's the reason we stopped going."

"Was she obsessed with Neal or Eva?" Regina asked her.

Mary Margaret shook her head. "She just was very patronizing toward David. Always kept taking Eva from him and insisting on taking care of her."

"She tries to do the same with Robin but he keeps Roland away from her," Regina replied.

"Some of the dads do, some don't," Mary Margaret said. "Almost all stop going."

Regina frowned. "What about their wives?"

"Depends. A couple still come but they are generally the ones who also complain about how useless their husbands are," Mary Margaret replied.

"Charming," Regina replied, sighing. "So there's no stopping her?"

"I'm sure there is. David and I decided it wasn't our battle, not with him deployed again," Mary Margaret said, her voice trailing off as sadness filled her eyes. Regina took her hand, holding it as her friend had a moment with her feelings.

Clearing her throat, Mary Margaret continued: "You and Robin have to decide if this is your battle. And if it is, Hilda doesn't stand a chance."

Regina smiled, giving her friend's hand a squeeze. "Thank you."

They moved onto another topic but the conversation kept replaying in Regina's mind. Was the battle with Hilda hers? Or would her energies be better spent finding a new place to take the boys? And if so, would Hilda's reign of terror never end? Could she live with that or would her sense of justice force her hand?

Taking the boys to the Play Park. See you at home?

I'll meet you there. Court's adjourned and I'm just finishing up here at the office.

You don't want to change first?

I'm fine. See you soon.

Regina set down her phone before logging off her computer. She stood, grabbing her bag. "See you in the morning," she called out to Mal.

"You too," her superior responded. "Good job today."

Heading out of the JAG building, Regina climbed into her car and drove to the Play Park. She spotted Robin's car already in the lot and was able to park next to him, which would make things easier when they left. Unbuckling herself, she grabbed her phone and wallet before walking through the parking lot to the building.

She checked in with the receptionist before heading to the baby and toddler area. Regina slipped into the room, scanning for her family. She spotted Henry on the playset and Robin coming out of the kitchen area with a bottle in one hand while Roland was nestled in the crook of his other arm. He eased the bottle between their son's lips as she walked toward them.

"LET ME DO THAT!" Hilda blew past several other mothers, including one who looked like she was struggling with two babies who were really close in age if not twins. She snatched the bottle from Robin's hand, yanking it from Roland's mouth in the process. He blinked a few times before wailing at the top of his lungs, displeased that his meal had been interrupted so rudely.

Anger swelled in Regina and she stormed toward the older woman. Robin, though, recovered before she got there and he turned as red as a tomato. "HOW DARE YOU!" he bellowed.

Everything went still in the room as everyone turned to watch the scene unfolding. Hilda looked somewhat cowed and Regina didn't blame her. Robin didn't let his anger get the best of him often but when he did, he was just as much a force to reckon with as her.

"Give me the bottle back," he demanded, holding his hand out as he tried to rock Roland to calm him.

"He's upset," Hilda said, sounding as if Robin was incapable of realizing that. She seemed to not recognize that she was the reason Roland was so upset. Her patronizing tone continued as she said: "Give him to me. I can soothe him with no problem."

"So can I…once you give me his bottle back," Robin replied.

Hilda just smiled at him. "I'll feed him and you go play with your boy. That's what men understand. Women understand babies."

"I understand babies," he answered, "especially mine. Now, give me back the bottle."

"Is there a problem?" one of the managers asked, approaching. She looked nervously between Robin and Hilda.

Robin nodded. "This woman grabbed the bottle right out of my son's mouth."

"I was helping," Hilda protested.

"By pulling the bottle from my son's mouth and upsetting him?" he asked, rocking a still distraught Roland. "And refusing to give it back?"

The manager sighed, holding out her hand. "Give me the bottle, Hilda."

Hilda handed the woman the bottle and she quickly gave it to Robin. "I'm sorry for this, Mr…?"

"Locksley," he replied, easing the bottle back between Roland's lips. The boy calmed down and started to suckle eagerly, finally getting the nourishment he needed.

"Locksley," the woman repeated. She then frowned. "You're one of our military families, right?"

He nodded and Hilda seemed to seize on that. "See? You're a soldier, not a nurturer."

"He's not the soldier," Regina said, stepping forward at last. "I am."

Hilda's eyes widened as she took in Regina's uniform. Her eyes then softened and her patronizing tone returned. "You're not really a soldier, dear. You're a general's secretary, right?"

Regina's anger flared up. "How dare you belittle me like that. I am a soldier. I served multiple tours overseas and fought on the front lines. And I'm now a lawyer, fighting in the courtroom. I am hardly an administrative assistant, though none of them deserve such a dismissive attitude to all the hard work they do to help keep our army running."

"I think we should probably go to my office," the manager suggested, looking even more nervous and uncomfortable.

"What about our other son?" Regina asked, glancing over at Henry. He continued to play with the other children, unaware of the drama unfolding with his parents.

"Our staff will keep an eye on him," the manager promised, motioning for another staff member. She spoke to the woman, who nodded and said she would keep an eye on Henry.

They all went to the manager's office. She closed her door with a sigh. "Mr. Locksley, Mrs…"

"Captain," Robin corrected. "My wife is a captain."

The manager paused before saying: "My apologies. Mr. Locksley, Captain Locksley."

Roland spat out his bottle, yawning as his eyes closed. Regina took the bottle from Robin and he patted their son's back, encouraging him to burp. All the while, he kept his eyes on the manager. "This was unacceptable. She pulled the bottle from my son's mouth and startled me. I could've dropped him. She could've hurt him."

"I understand," the manager said, eyeing Hilda. For her part, the older woman hung her head as the other woman continued: "It will never happen again."

"We hope so," Robin replied. "That's why I would like to make a formal complaint."

Hilda sat up straighter, the color draining from her face. "Is that necessary?"

"Yes," he insisted.

"I assure you we will handle it," the manager insisted, looking a bit uncomfortable.

He shot Regina a look and she cleared her throat. "Perhaps we need to talk to your manager?"

The color drained from the manager's face. "That won't be necessary.I can help you file the formal complaint."

"Wait, are you serious?" Hilda asked, leaning forward. "I'm a dedicated volunteer. I've helped many moms here!"

"And chased away just as many dads," Robin shot back.

"It's their own male ego that chased them away," she said. "They were too proud to admit they are essentially useless when it comes to babies. Women do that best. Right, Regina?"

"Captain Locksley, please," Regina told her coldly, even though she felt as if fire were flowing through her veins. "And I was deployed for my final tour when our eldest was only nine months. I was gone for nearly a year. You know who took care of him? His father. And he did a damn good job–by himself."

Robin's cheeks turned pink as Hilda sank back in her seat. "Oh."

"Now," Regina said, leveling the manager with a hard glare. "I believe we were about to file a formal complaint?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Regina asked, sitting in the car with her family. They were parked in front of the Play Park, staring at the building. Her stomach churned in a way it hadn't even when she was about to run into an active war zone.

Robin reached over and took her hand. "We did nothing wrong. Hilda did and it was our right to report her."

"I know," she said softly. "But it was clear everyone else loved Hilda. What if they hate us for reporting her?"

"Then they hate us and have to deal with the fact that she was wrong," he replied. "We can't let her or them keep us from this place. Not when Henry loves it so much."

She glanced to the backseat. Henry was leaning over the edge of his car seat, trying to get closer to the window. His hazel eyes looked longingly at the building and he wiggled against his restraints, clearly wanting to get out and go play.

Regina took a deep breath and let out. "You're right. We can do this."

"Together," he assured her, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.

"You're my favorite partner," she told him. "Just don't tell David."

Robin chuckled. "I think he already knows."

She laughed before taking a deep breath. Giving his hand a squeeze back, she nodded. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go."

Climbing out of the car, they got the boys out and headed to the building. Henry skipped next to his mother as he held Regina's hand and she smiled, glad he was happy. She held her head high, meeting Robin's eye. He winked at her and she knew that no matter what awaited them inside, it would all be fine because they would face it together.

A/N: So, this is the last Soldier Verse post I currently have up on tumblr. But I hope to write lots of more in the coming year so I can start posting them here. And I am working on the story proper as well. So there's lots more Soldier Verse for you to enjoy – especially if you keep sending in prompts!

Thanks for reading!