Summary: Coming back to Robin's inn, Marian and Regina make up after Marian's eruption. Robin thinks they're having a quiet night in tonight. But his girlfriends have a very different plan!


The Sherwood Arms – Later that day

As the trio walked into the large master bedroom of the inn, Robin gazed over the décor with pride. Marian and Regina had decorated their Mifflin Street home very much to their own preferences, with the exception of a working study and Roland's bedroom and parts of the garden. However, this was HIS pub, not the married couples. So, it was very much designed around his own tastes. However, as a concession to their allowing him some space at the mansion, Regina was allowed to design the adjoining bathroom and Marian the living room. That seemed fair. The public areas downstairs looked like a large English, or even Swiss, country pub, with lots of oak carvings, leather, portraits on the walls and ancient beer taps. However, the queens had both mocked him when he told them he would design their bedroom. They imagined that, with his past, his designs would look something like a Bedouin tent or a cave.

Instead they'd been truly astonished when they walked into the huge bedroom for the first time. The room itself, the result of Merlin's magic making the inside so much larger than the outside, looked like something out of a brochure for the world's finest hotel rooms! Long, heavy gold and rose-pink drapes hung either side of a large bay window overlooking the lawns. A delicate leather-inlaid walnut writing table and chair sat in one corner, matching dressing table and sideboards close by, and beautifully crafted built in wardrobes appeared opposite a huge marble fireplace. One side was taken up with an Emperor-sized bed, with matching tables each side. It was sumptuous! Once they'd seen it for the first time, Regina decided she wanted to spend a lot more of her pregnancy here, rather than at her rather austere, in comparison, mansion.

The room was the very essence of calm. So unlike the tension that hung in the air when they'd arrived from lunch at the diner to settle in for the weekend! Since the odd incident with Emma, Marian and Regina had barely spoken a word to each other, only via Robin, instead exchanging the odd angry glance. Sensing a row brewing, Henry had already decided to take Roland off in his open-top car, to see his grandfather and Belle. The look he'd exchanged with Robin told him the outlaw wanted to join him!

As they walked in, Marian threw her coat on the bed without a word, walking through to the bathroom and slamming the door behind her, as Regina rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Robin - talk to her!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Talk to her. She's being ridiculous!"

"No, Regina. She's your wife now! I'm going downstairs to check on how Gilbert's doing with the supplies. I'll be back in an hour, whether you've sorted it out or not!" He turned away, brushing past her as he left.

Seems somebody else is pissed off with me as well, she thought, glumly. A couple of minutes later, Marian re-entered the room to see Regina, now sitting on the small sofa, glaring back at her as she calmly took her coat off the bed again. "I'm going out…"

"No, you will stay right here!" she demanded. "We're going to have this out now, or so help me…"

"YOU'LL DO WHAT? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, GIVING ME ORDERS? HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT?"

Regina was astonished by her sudden burst of vitriol. Astonished, but never cowed. "I am your queen, as well as your wife."

"Well you should have thought about that before you married a fucking republican then, shouldn't you? I married you as an EQUAL, Regina, and I will accept nothing less!" she drew breath and before Regina could respond, "Now, ask me again? And this time do it properly!"

Both women glowered angrily at each other, Regina seeing a look on her face she'd only seen once before. The day she punched Emma squarely on the jaw, sending her flying across the diner! This was going to get ugly. However, before she could even say a word, she felt a violent burst of movement in her belly, followed by a blast of magic from within. It made her lurch forward, dropping from the chair onto her knees, clutching herself.

Marian's anger turned to alarm in a heartbeat. "GINA!" she yelled, darting around the bed, dropping to her knees in front of her as the other woman held her stomach. "What's happened?"

"Aagh!" she gasped, taking a moment to gather herself, trying to straighten up. "I think our rowing's somehow upset him..." she wheezed. "I was fine till then!"

"Shit, shit, shit!" She lifted the now white-faced woman up carefully, putting a hand to her cheek. "I shouldn't have screamed at you like that. I'm sorry!"

It took a moment for Regina to collect her thoughts, the magic now dying down as she caught her breath. "It's all right, it's my fault! I should never have spoken to you like that. I'm sorry…"

Marian nodded, enfolding her in an awkward hug, being careful not to press against the baby. "No. It's me. I was being a bitch. It's just…I got so angry…seeing you and Emma like that!"

Regina felt a tear slide down her cheek, but she didn't try to wipe it away, instead welcoming the warmth of her wife; their first hug all day. "You really need to stop feeling jealous like this! We've discussed this, so many times before. Emma's just my friend. There's never been anything physical or romantic between us, other than what you know about when we were both drunk. When you act like this, I think you no longer trust me!"

"I know! I do…but, it's just, just, knowing what you mean to each other, and seeing how the two of you were behaving in the diner, it made me so…angry."

"I think I understand, but I can't explain it, other than the way Merlin described it. He said it was the babies' magic, not ours, that was pulling us together. The moment she walked in, it was like two magnets. Like the babies desperately needed to be together. It only stopped when she went further away from me. I'm sorry I upset you like that but…I just couldn't help it, and nor could Emma!"

"I know, Merlin said. It's just, so difficult, you know? I'm not normally the jealous type, but this…"

"It's different with Emma? Because you know we once kissed? Robin knows about that too, but it doesn't seem to bother him. You say you trust me, but this keeps happening! We can't keep going around in circles like this!"

"I know it doesn't bother him. Maybe I'm feeling more threatened, because it's another woman. And you love each other."

"I thought you and Emma were getting on these days? Marian, I've told you countless times, I would never be unfaithful to you, nor Robin. With anyone. I love you! You're my life, not just my wife. I swore 'till death do us part' on our wedding vows, and I meant every word! And Emma would never cheat on Jones either. You must know that?"

Marian nodded silently, now feeling ashamed for her behaviour. "I'll have a word with her tomorrow. I'll apologise," she sniffled, as Regina lifted her head up, wiping away a stray tear.

"Thank you. Now, speaking of vows, do you still want to go through with what we'd originally planned for tonight?"

"Yeah. We got Henry and Roland's blessing, after all. Over dinner, or after?"

"I'd rather we did it before, quite frankly. I'll probably be way too nervous to eat, otherwise."

"Alright, I'll go downstairs and ask him to come up."

Regina sighed. "No, best not. Frankly, I think he's far too irritated with both of us at the moment, and let's face it, we gave him good reason! No, let's leave him to spend time with the men. There's no rush. Perhaps we could have some time together?" she pecked Marian's lips. "Just you and me? After all, we haven't christened the bath together here yet, have we?" The look she gave her told her that a lot more than a bath was needed! "And I've got some more of that oud and rose oil from Agrabah!"

Marian sniggered, cupping her cheeks and dropping a kiss of her own on soft lips. "Well…it would be a shame to waste the oil now, wouldn't it? I'm sure I can be persuaded."

"It's never been that difficult persuading you…"


An hour later, hoping they'd finally settled their differences, Robin cautiously opened the bedroom door. Relieved not to hear any more shrieking, he stepped in to see various clothing, underwear, shoes and tights scattered on and around the bed. And muffled noises coming from the bathroom? If they're sharing the bathroom, it's always a good thing! he reminded himself, walking closer to the door. Tempted to use his magical gifts to look straight through, he stopped himself, remembering how he'd promised never to do that to them again, at least not uninvited. For the married couple, their shared bath, just the two of them, had become almost a Sunday night ritual in itself. The first time he'd used his new powers, just after his return, he'd found them not just taking a bath, but making love. The second time, he discovered that the two women had found a novel way to use the bidet. At the same time! Marian had been sitting awkwardly over the jets with Regina resting over her lap, facing her, as the pair appeared to 'clean' one another, kissing furiously. The erotic image was now scorched into his mind, and thinking of it too much never failed to produce a not-always convenient erection. This time however, judging by all the sloshing noises and gasps, they were once again still in the bath. And definitely not just bathing! So, he sat back on the plump sofa opposite the bed, and waited, looking at his phone as the various noises coming from the bathroom rose, peaked, and eventually calmed.

"Robin, you're back already?" said Marian, emerging from the bathroom twenty minutes later, a white towel around her head and another around her body. "I never heard you come in?"

"Oh, you know me. Quiet as a mouse."

Regina appeared behind her, similarly swaddled in towels. "How long have you been there? Were you spying on us again, thief?"

"I promised I wouldn't, milady. So, I didn't, though, judging from the noises you were both making, I was sorely tempted!"

"You were listening, instead? I'm not sure that's any better. What do you think, my love?"

"I think we should include him one night, don't you? Just a one-off, mind!" She gave him a wink. "Don't want him getting all complacent now, do we?"

"If by that you mean the bath, with this little thief in here," she rubbed her swollen belly, "…there's three of us in there already! If this one gets any bigger, there won't be room for the water!"

He stood, walking around to face them, "I'm sure that's not true. Not only did you choose to install an enormous bath for the two of you to lounge in at your leisure, but, my little princess in here..." he placed his hands carefully on her covered belly, getting an instant reaction from within. "…will take up no space at all, on account of her being beautiful, slight and petite! And as for the bath, thanks for the kind offer but I wouldn't want to interrupt 'Ladies Bath Night' now, would I? Perish the thought! It's become a sacred ritual for you two."

"Still convinced it's a girl, aren't you? Well from where I'm standing, your 'beautiful, slight and petite princess' is making me look like a beached whale! I swear that Jones was about to shout 'Thar she blows!', when I boarded his ship last week!"

The other two laughed. "Nonsense. Killian would never say such a thing, at least not without risk of losing his hand once again! You look beautifully fecund and glowing, as Marian and I have told you countless times. Now, after your little spat this morning, it's clear you've kissed and more than made up. Those blushes are too obvious! So, are you all good, once again?"

"We've resolved our little misunderstanding, yes. Now, are you here to leer over us while we get changed? Or are you waiting for anything in particular?"

"Leering is an underrated pastime, in my book! But no, I came up to see whether either of you had drawn blood! But I'm delighted to see you've resolved your little contretemps . Now, it appears Roland has texted me, asking for permission to stay out with Henry tonight, over at Rumple and Belle's, for some reason. It's all rather short notice, and he was giving me an odd look earlier; like he knew something I didn't!"

"Well that wouldn't be a first now, would it?" snarked Marian, sporting a grin. "Darling, would you be a love and fetch us up a bottle of the best Champagne you have, and three glasses from downstairs? After giving us a little time to change?"

"I don't need to go downstairs. I can always-"

"No!" she interrupted. "No, not magic. Gina and I want to dress up for dinner, and perfection needs a little more time these days. About forty five minutes will do. Would you mind?"

Although he felt a little put out, he nodded, resigned. The last time she'd asked for privacy like that, he'd walked back an hour later, at their request, to find Marian leaning over her wife, both entirely naked, wearing an intriguing apparatus he later learned was called a 'strapless dildo'. It had been a very 'educational' night!

"Very well. I'll see you in a little while..."


As promised, he returned later, bearing a silver tray containing the requested Champagne and glasses, only to find, rather disappointingly, that they were neither naked, nor in the bedroom. And definitely no longer in towels.

Instead the couple were encamped in the adjoining living room, both now fully dressed, in yet more 'designer' outfits, the like he'd never seen before. Marian wore a stunning burgundy, deep V-necked long-sleeved dress, looking like she was about to leave for the theatre. Regina, although heavily pregnant, also wore an off-the-shoulder long dress, but in violet, with a fishtail and a small train, which showed off her pregnancy bump and larger bust, rather than hiding them. Both were perfectly groomed, with their hair up, clearly dressed for a big event. As always, they looked strikingly beautiful together. A vision, but not one he'd expected to see tonight?

"Mi'ladies, you both look utterly ravishing. Though I confess I do feel somewhat under-dressed. However, I brought the Champagne, as requested, and some orange juice, as Regina isn't drinking."

"True, but I'll take the smallest of sips on this occasion." He noticed she seemed a little nervous.

"Occasion?" he placed the tray down.

"Robin…" Marian stood from the sofa, helping Regina up to stand beside her. At seven months pregnant, any assistance was always welcome. "Could you come stand over here please? By the window? There's something we need to tell you."

"Oh? Right..." He studied them. Marian seemed twitchy as well! The two women who were destined never to meet. The women who'd separately held his heart in the palm of their hands. The women who'd somehow united in grief, over him. The women who'd somehow found love in each other. The women he'd willingly sacrifice himself for, all over again. And they both looked stunning, separately, or together.

"Have I forgotten something? Were we supposed to be going out tonight?"

Regina silently sniggered. "We weren't supposed to be, but we are now! At least, we have a table booked at Antonio's for eight thirty. Compliments of Henry."

"Antonio's? Henry? I had no idea! I just thought we were having a quiet night in. When did you arrange all this?"

"Two days ago. Tony has a two-month waiting list, but Henry can be quite persistent when he wants to be. Having Marian always flirt with the owner, also helps!"

"Well that's lovely. What are we celebrating?"

Right, well here's the thing," said Marian. "For the next couple of minutes, we need you to be quiet for a change, and just listen. Okay?"

He said nothing, merely miming out the pulling of a zip over his mouth to silence himself. Marian smiled for Regina to start, drawing her left arm around her back for support.

"Robin, as I've told you before, after you sacrificed yourself to save me, I was left broken. Devastated. That was four years ago, and it look a long time to climb out of my depression. Just fourteen months ago, Marian came into my life, quite by accident, and we grieved over your grave." Feeling her eyes starting redden, she blinked, to prevent any tears. Now was not the time. "We found love in each other remarkably quickly, as we sought to bring back Roland. I've never experienced any love like it since…since you! Just two months later, over Christmas, she plucked up the courage, before I did, and asked me to marry her. It's been the best year of my life, and I'm now more in love with her than I ever thought possible!" Marian nodded, lifting her hand to kiss it.

"I'll drink to that, ladies. You make a wonderful couple."

Marian raised a hand. "Uh-uh, no talking, remember?"

"Sorry", he mouthed silently, letting Regina continue.

"Then just over seven months ago, the man we'd both thought long dead, showed up on our doorstep, only weeks after we got married! Marian's husband. Roland's beloved father. My lover and soulmate. Alive!" She squeezed her wife's hand. "To say that changed things is putting it mildly. Robin, I never stopped loving you. Never!" Feeling a frog in her throat, Marian took over.

"I never stopped loving you either, since the day you stole my horse and returned it to my dad, with your tail between your legs!" he smiled at the distant memory. "The man who saved so many of us from starvation and ruin. I joined you and you asked me to marry you. And then you gave me Roland, the greatest gift of my life! I still love you, Robin of Locksley!"

Even though he knew they loved him, their words still moved him, nonetheless. He wanted to say something, but Regina's hand was up again, the other wresting on her belly.

"And you've given me that gift too. Me, a woman who once poisoned herself, to make herself barren, just to deny a vile king an heir! But in just two months' time, we're going to be holding our little son or daughter in our arms. Ours. Yours, mine and Marian's!"

He wanted to take her in his arms, but she pulled back as he moved closer. "No, please let me finish." she drew her breath. "Robin, you know Marian and I want you in our lives. Along with Henry and Roland. We may all be living together now, loving one another, but there's one final piece missing…" she turned to Marian, who now appeared to be pulling a small folded silk handkerchief from a hidden pocket in her dress, opening it before her wife, who reached in to take something out of it. Something gold.

"Is that...?" Robin's breath hitched, as he finally realised what they were doing.

"Regina and I are already married, and you're way too old-fashioned, and set in tradition, to ask a married couple…" said Marian, grinning. "…so, we figured we'd take a leaf out of the Briar's book. Muhammad has to come to the mountain!" As she spoke, she eased Regina down, as they carefully knelt together, each on one knee, in front of him.

"Robin, we don't just want you to be in our lives. We want you to be an equal part of it, with us. We want you to join us in our marriage." She lifted the ring out between her fingers, Marian adding her own fingers to hold it, alongside her.

"Robin of Locksley, will you marry us?" the pair said, as one.

It was rare for Robin to shed a tear, yet several now streamed down his cheeks, as he dropped onto both knees, in front of them.

"You already know the answer to that, my ladies! My life is yours, as it has been ever since I came back. Yes, of course, I'll marry you. I'd love nothing more than to be your husband!"

His arms moved around the pair of them as they hugged him, side-by-side, tears of happiness being shed by all. His lips fell on Regina's mouth as he kissed her passionately, before turning to give the same gift to Marian.

"I love you both. So very much!"

The three stayed just like that, kneeling together, each entwined in the arms of the other two, as they exchanged kisses and hugs. Robin finally released them, to look at the ring, studying it more closely. A broad, silver band, it had a narrower, gold band within it, and some form of heraldic crest shape on the front. Looking closer, he could see the same basic design, albeit much more detailed, that Roland had chosen for the wives anniversary cake two months ago. Two gold crowns intertwined. But now they appeared to be both resting on a quiver, two arrows protruding.

"It's white gold, from the dwarf mines. Roland did the basic design, and a friend of Henry's helped make it!" said Marian, proudly. "You remember our cake? Marian and I are going to have our rings reset as well. Henry also helped with the artwork." The wives slowly slid it onto his ring finger.

"It's wonderful."

Finally, Regina groaned. "It is, but could you help me up, please? This one's pressing on my bladder and I think I'm going to be giving birth to an elephant!" All three rose together, before Marian moved over to the window to look out at the darkened sky, stars now starting to shine.

"Robin, could you open up that bottle of Champagne quickly, please? There's something still to see!"

Intrigued, he took the bottle, twisted the cork and popped it, before carefully pouring three measures into the glasses, handing one to each of them. "Come on over to the window." Regina instructed, raising a hand to wave at something, or someone, outside. Within a matter of seconds, several intense flares of colour burst from the darkness, silver and gold streams racing furiously up from somewhere below, up into the sky, followed by a sound like sizzling sausages in a pan. Sparks cascaded down from behind the flares as they tore ever upward until: BOOM! A loud bang followed three huge bright mushroom shaped clouds of glittering colours. Red, blue, green, white. They formed larger and larger balls in the sky, as more bangs followed, as fireworks exploded and crackled, taking Robin completely by surprise.

"Compliments of our sons," said Marian. "With a little help from Mulan and Mayor Phil!"

"They all knew? They knew you were going to propose tonight?"

"Of course," said Regina. "I needed Roland's blessing, and Marian wanted Henry's! Henry's paying for tonight's meal as a present, by the way. Philip and Mulan are down there now, making sure they're safe with the fireworks. Nobody else knows yet though."

"That's astonishing!" said Robin, watching the sparks finally fade into darkness, and clinking his glass against theirs. "Cheers! Well here's to us, my beautiful fiancées!" He leaned over to try to take them both into his arms, being mindful of Regina's bump, but giving both asses a gentle squeeze, nonetheless!

"Time for all that later, Locksley! We need to eat, because this little one is getting quite insistent and I'm starving! Go shower and get dressed?"

"Had I known, I would have brought up some decent clothes from Mifflin Street."

"Already sorted. Go check your wardrobe. I brought over your suit from Ruby's wedding. We like you in that! Should all be there. Shirt and shoes too."

"Looks like you thought of everything. I think I'm going to enjoy having two wives organising me!"

"Well make the most of it, Locksley," Marian pecked his cheek. "The moment this son of yours makes an appearance, all hell's going to break loose! It'll be diapers and sleepless nights from then on. You remember Roland?"

"I do, and it'll be…delightful. Besides, my princess will sleep soundly, just like her father. You'll see!"

"It'll be a boy!"

"Nope, definitely a girl!"

"It'll be hungry, like his mother right now! Robin, stop arguing. Go shower!"