A/N: Thank you all so much for sticking with me and waiting so long for the end of this story. Hopefully, it was worth the wait.

Regina laid awake listening to the soft sounds of Robin's breaths and the noise of the city until her bladder could no longer take it. If she didn't get up soon, one wrong kick by her baby girl and she'd regret waiting so long. She eased herself out of Robin's arms, telling him she just had to use the bathroom and she'd return. Once or twice she had to stop on there and back, a pain piercing her back, tightening her belly.

Back in Robin's arms, she let out a heavy sigh.

"Regina? What's wrong?"

Pressing her lips together, she shifted until she was comfortable. "Mmm, it hurts."

His voice was full of alert as he rose on his elbow. "Hurts how?"

"I've been having sharp pains all night."

"All night?"

She rolled her eyes. "There wasn't anything you could do about them, so I let you sleep."

He was frowning at her, glaring through sleep-filled eyes. "Still, I could have rubbed your back or something."

"You can now," she told him. With a yawn, she closed her eyes, hoping for sleep that would never come.

An hour later, the pains were more intense. They became sharper, staying with her longer, having her hold her breath and clench her teeth through them. There was no doubt about it now, she was in labor. The last one, though stole the breath from her, had her clenching Robin's hand to the point he insisted they go to the hospital.

Once it was over and she could breathe again, she had him bring her her phone. "I'll call Kathryn and see what she thinks."

It took six rings before her doctor picked up. Regina explained what was happening, while Kathryn hummed and mmm'ed calmly through it all. When she hung up, it was to find Robin looking at her expectantly. "They could be Braxton Hicks, or it could be the real thing. But she thinks it'll still be awhile yet. She wants me to call her when they're eight minutes apart."

"We're at fifteen?"

"Something like that."

"What can I do?"

"Nothing," she said, simply making him sign. "Maybe just take my mind off of it when they come."

His mouth lifted into a half-smile. "I can do that."

Two hours later, they were still fifteen minutes apart. Regina couldn't take lying on the couch any longer. She wanted tea and shooed off Robin when he tried to make it for her. It's just tea, she told him, and he begrudgingly let her do it on her own while he went and brushed his teeth.

She was just reaching for a mug when she felt it. A gush and then fluid dripping down her thighs onto her feet and floor. Her water broke.

"Oh God, Robin," she cried out, doing her best to take slow deep breaths to keep herself calm. Still, tears filled her eyes as she realized that finally, her baby girl was on her way.

"What?" he asked, coming into the kitchen. "Oh, shit, alright…." he ran a hand through his hair before nodding. "We should go."

She shook her head. "No, I need to take a shower and get dressed."

"A shower?" his brow furrowed. "Are you sure?"

Regina took a towel from the kitchen counter, dropping it at her feet, using her foot to mop up the mess. "I'm not going to the hospital like this."

Robin kneeled. "I've got this, love." He gestured back toward the direction of their room. "Do what you must."

She thanked him and moved around him, thinking about how her daughter would finally be there soon.

Robin paced the bathroom which was an impressive feat considering there were only about five steps before he had to turn around again in the small space. He didn't understand what was taking her so long. He'd read all the books. Once a woman's water broke, that was it. The baby was on the way. He didn't know about her, but he did not want to deliver his daughter there in the apartment of God forbid, the back of their car.

"Regina?" he asked, trying to conceal the worry in his tone.

"I'm fine," she assured, though it did nothing to settle his nerves.

"Are you?"

She chuckled. "Yes, Robin. I am shaving my legs."

Robin gaped at the shower curtain. "Do you think there's time for that?"

"Well, I'm not planning on having this baby in the shower, so she's going to have to wait. Do you have the bags ready?"

Robin sighed and hung his head. Christ, he wished he could be as calm as she about this as she. "I haven't grabbed them yet, no."

"Why don't you go grab them and put them by the door?" she suggested, as calm as ever.

Right. He could do that. "I could run them down to the car?"

"No, I want to check the bags one more time."

Robin opened his mouth to argue but thought better of it.

"Love, are you-"

"Mmm… please stop talking," she told him sharply before clamping her lips together. Somewhere beyond the pain, in the back of her mind, she hated herself for snapping at him, but the pain was too intense and all she wanted to do was to work through it in silence. When the pain receded, she opened her eyes to find Robin looking down at her. His blue eyes filled with loving concern, making her feel even more horrible. "I'm sorry, Robin," she said, reaching for him. "I just couldn't concentrate. I love you."

He pressed his lips to her brow. "I love you."

Reaching up, she grabbed his arms and rested her head on his chest. "Why aren't they bringing me something?"

His voice was soft and soothing as he rubbed her back. "They want to wait until Kathryn can check you."

"Well, when will she be here?" she nearly whined. It'd felt like hours had gone by since the nurses told her they would call the doctor.

"Soon," he murmured.

Soon wouldn't be soon enough.

She came into the world as he knew she would. Protesting loudly as the doctor pulled her from her mother. All at once, his breath left him and his chest expanded. A feeling so strong and warm burned him from the inside out.

His daughter was here.

His eyes followed as Kathryn stood and, smiling, handed her to Regina. "She's here, Momma."

Robin marveled at them. Mother and daughter. She was the spitting image of her mother with her dark hair, nose, and lips. He could burst with pride.

Olivia. His little girl.

"She's so beautiful," Regina murmured against their baby's brow.

His voice cracked. "She is. Just like her mum."

A tear rolled down his cheek. Regina's eyes left Olivia rising to his. She reached up, cupped his cheek, and wiped away the next tear that fell. "I love you."

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead gently against hers. "And I you."

Regina had never felt so exhausted, so incredibly sore, and yet so unimaginably happy in her entire life.

"Dang, Mom, she's the cutest thing. I just want to sit here and hold her all day. I may have to have another."

"She's a keeper," Regina agreed.

"How's Robin like being a daddy?"

"He loves it. You should see them together. He's going to let her get away with everything."

"Sounds like another father-daughter trio I know," Emma smirked.

"Oh, hello, Miss Swan. Care to join us for Cashew Chicken?"

"Thanks, but I gotta get home. Besides, if I hold her too long, I'm going to want another. Later, lady."

Regina smiled and dropped a kiss on her daughter's tiny brow. "Bye, Aunt Emma."

A few moments later Robin came into the room looking down at them with soft eyes before asking, "Hungry?"

The corner of her mouth lifted into a smirk. "Starving."

"Go eat, I'll take her."

Robin took the baby from her chest, Olivia making a soft grunt of protest at being removed from her mother's warmth, but only for a moment. Soon, she settled against Robin's chest, content as could be.

Three months later, Robin laid awake as Regina slept. He should probably sleep too but knew Olivia would wake soon wanting to be held by one of them. He had a plan to get to her before she could wake her mother and perhaps soothe her back to sleep.

Like clockwork, two hours after they got her down, the soft coos of their daughter had him up out of bed padding down the hall to her room.

I. the soft light of her room, he looked down into the crib to find her blinking up at him.

"Hello, my darling," he whispered, reaching into the crib and scooping her up. "Do you want your mum, hm? Should we let her sleep a bit more? I think so too."

He walked out of the room, his daughter blinking up sleepily at him with the sound of his voice and the steady pat of his hand on her back.

"I can't believe I almost missed this. I'm going to be here for it all. Your first word, your first steps, your first little soccer match, don't tell your mum, she might not like it so much right now but I'll bring her 'round. I'll be here for it all. I'm so glad you're here and to be your dad." She stretched and yawned. "That's it, shut your eyes, darling. I'm not going anywhere."

Leaning down, he kissed her brow. He was besotted. Utterly and completely. She and her mother owned his whole heart.