Wyatt's hair has grown in nicely. Henry and Margot had been bald up until their first year. Roland had practically a full head of curls the moment he was born. Her youngest was born with a light dusting that's turned into waves similar to his father's, in his mother's coloring. His eyes, though, those are all his daddy's. Bright blue filled with curiosity and wonder as he tries for the umpteenth time to climb the coffee table.

"Wyatt," Regina says gently. He looks back at her, flashing a gummy smile and revealing those dimples that he also inherited from his father. "Careful." She helps him back down onto his play mat. The smile drops and his mouth drops open, eyes growing wet. Regina shakes her head, swooping him into her arms. He instantly stops, the smile returning to his face. "You really are dramatic."

"Not much different than his mama."

Regina rolls her eyes, not bothering to look up at her husband. "He's more daring than all of our kids combined. And flexible. I think he's going to be an acrobat. Or at the very least the most coordinated of our kids."

Robin crosses the room and drops beside her, stroking his cheek. "I can't believe he's going to be one in just a few weeks."

Regina nods, gnawing on her lip. She presses a soft kiss to Wyatt's forehead and attempts to cuddle him closer. He wiggles and kicks his legs out of her grasp. Gently, she sets him back down and he gets on all fours, crawling furiously towards the pillow fort his brothers built for him before they left for their various sleepovers. Margot is at her own as well. A rare moment with just them and the baby.

"We should get him in the bath," Robin says. "It's getting late and this energy is going to crash soon."

"Yeah." And yet, Regina doesn't move.

Robin's fingers caress her neck and she melts into his grasp. His lips gently brush her temple. "Are you alright, my love?"

"I'm fine."

"I know you better than that." Regina melts completely against his chest. He wraps his arms tightly around her. "Archie says it's good for us to be honest with one another."

Regina plays with the wedding band around his finger. "I hate when you use that shrink talk against me."

Robin chuckles. "We pay enough money for it."

Regina's eyes stay on Wyatt. He holds onto a pillow to pull himself up and takes a couple of steps. His legs wobble and then he crashes onto the carpet. A few weeks back, that'd lead to a whole new set of tears. Now, her baby collects himself and goes to find some other toys.

"His birthday is in a few weeks," she whispers.

"Yes, I know." He rocks her slightly. "Are you worried about how his birthday being on Christmas? I think our idea of celebrating the holiday in the morning and the rest of the day is his birthday is just fine. The other kids are already excited about it."

"It's not that. Even if it doesn't work, it's only his first birthday, we'll have…" Her voice breaks a little bit. "We'll have plenty to make up for."

"Regina, my love, you're scaring me"

Regina sighs. She turns, forcing his grip on her to break. Their eyes are locked on one another, probably not the best idea with a baby a few feet away. "I'm going to be there for Wyatt's first birthday when I wasn't at Margot's."

Robin's mouth drops open and she babbles on.

"I'll be there for every first day of school, sporting event, milestone…I've barely missed a moment," she points out, grateful for the extended leave from work. "There will be a finished baby book for him."

"Sweetheart, Margot doesn't remember those things…"

"But I do. And it's not just Margot or this first year. It's everything." Tears pool in Regina's eyes. "I missed so much of our children's lives. I'm trying to accept that. It was a choice I made a long time ago. I accept I can't go back and change it…but how is it fair that I had another child where I won't miss out on anything?"

Regina collapses against his shoulder, a quiet sob escaping her lips. A twinge of guilt fills her as Robin gently caresses her back. She hates when he comforts her about these things. No matter what he or Archie says, a part of it feels unfair. She left him, hurt him just as much as she did the kids. And yet, he's there to comfort her through every crisis. Sure, she's there for him too but that's how it should be. Robin didn't do anything wrong.

He doesn't say anything for a long while. Robin allows her to get out her tears. She cuddles closely, locking her arms around his neck. After a few minutes, a few soft taps hit her arm. Regina pries herself away and finds her baby's pudgy had on her. His tiny mouth puckered into an o shape; tongue slightly ajar. A watery smile falls across her face as she gathers him in her arms.

"Let's get you into the bath, my love."

Regina pushes herself to her feet, ignoring the way her knees lock as she stands. She carries him up the stairs to the master, prepping the tub with him still in her arms. His smaller baby bath slides inside and she adds the bubbles before undressing Wyatt. He squeals with delight, babbling as she straps him inside.

Robin enters the room a few minutes later, sitting on the closed toilet. Regina locates the frog washcloth and sweet-smelling body wash, gently getting into Wyatt's many folds.

"Before you left, there was that big case," Robin says. Regina doesn't look up. "Before Zelena West, the one with Sidney Glass. The trial fell on the same date as Henry's Halloween pageant."

Regina sighs. "Robin."

"Roland walked for the first time while I was at work. Margot smiled at you while I took the boys to that birthday party on the beach."

Regina shakes her head, passing her son some toys. "You have a point?"

"Point is," his hand falls onto her shoulder and she allows herself to look up at him. He's leaning off the toilet seat at this point. "All parents miss things." She turns back to check on Wyatt, who's still happily playing with his duck. "No matter what the circumstance. You'll miss out on things for Wyatt."

"Gee, that makes me feel so much better," she mutters.

Robin chuckles. "And you're also going to be there for things with our other kids. You got to be there for Margot's first day of kindergarten. If it weren't for you, I don't think she would've let go of me." Regina gnaws on her lip, clambering for the baby shampoo. "When Roland fell out of the tree house and broke his leg, you were the one that rushed him to the ER. You stayed up for nearly 48 hours straight to make sure he didn't have a concussion too."

"That's just mom things," Regina points out.

Robin ignores her. "You'll be there when Henry graduates high school. Margot getting married. Roland's first time needing bail money." Regina lets out a laugh. He scratches her behind the ear. "Made ya laugh."

"Not fair." She pauses. "You think it'll be Roland that needs the bail money and not Margot. Really?"

"Not my sweet princess."

"She somehow managed to get recess taken away twice for arguing with her teacher after she attempted to liberate the class bunny."

Robin is quiet for a moment and she smiles, moving Wyatt closer and keeping a hand on him so she can safely look away. "My point is," he says. "You've missed stuff and there are things you'll have with Wyatt that you didn't with them, but it's not like you missed all there is to have with them."

She sighs. "Doesn't change that I feel terrible about it."

"I know. And that's not going to get easier, but you have to remember that they have you now. You're not going anywhere ever again."

"I guess that's true."

Wyatt decides to give his two cents on the conversation. "Abaa!"

The two let out loud, booming laughs that echo across the bathroom. Robin takes his spot beside her and helps with the hair. Regina leans closer to him as he carefully washes the suds out.

"You're not alone for those moments anymore, either," she points out, softly.

Robin nods. "I know."

"I just…I don't want you to feel alone anymore."

Robin double checks Wyatt's hair before pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I haven't been alone since you walked onto the porch that cold October night."

They finish their son's bath and get him ready for bed, together. As Wyatt manages to steal his diaper and make them laugh once more, Regina allows herself to loosen up, just a bit. She'll never be over what she missed with her kids, but she's let enough of the past damper how she views the present. It's time to let some of that go.