Prompt: Could you write soldier verse, where one of Regina's and Robin's kid (Roland or Diana) have secret crush towards Killian?

"Ahoy, ahoy, ahoy!" Killian called out as he entered their backyard. Closing the gate behind him, he announced: "The party has arrived!"

Regina rolled her eyes as she approached him, kissing his cheek. "The party is late and full of himself, then."

"Sorry," he said, sounding contrite. "My doctor's appointment took longer than I expected. Had a lot to work through, you know?"

She nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about as there were times she needed extra time with Dr. Hopper when it came to her PTSD. Regina softened her tone and motioned to the table. "Robin's been busy with the grill, so help yourself to some food."

"The really burnt burgers are on the very end," Robin said, motioning with his spatula to the burgers in question.

Killian grinned widely. "Thanks, mate."

"Can I get you something to drink?" Regina offered. "Soda? Tea? Lemonade? Or should I just go straight for the beer?"

"I'll take that beer, please," he replied, picking up one of the charred burgers and placing it on a bun.

She nodded, heading over to the cooler. As she pulled out a beer, she heard a cry come from inside the house. Regina sighed as she straightened up. "Diana must be awake. I'll go get her."

"Can I get her?" Killian asked, sheepishly. "I'm fond of the wee lass and don't get to spend much time with her."

"Okay. Do you know where her room is?" Regina asked. When he nodded, she told him to let them know if Diana needed a diaper change and one of them would come up to do it.

Killian headed into the house and Regina sidled up to her husband, wrapping her arms around him. "I think your friend is going to hog our daughter all day," she said.

"Eh, I'm not complaining," he replied, patting her hand. "Clears us up to do other things."

"I guess so," she replied. "Still, it's kinda cute."

He nodded. "I know, right? Who knew our little girl could turn a naval officer like Killian into a pile of goo?"

"Well, I could've guessed," she replied. "I've seen what happens when I bring her to work with me. All these soldiers become big old softies."

Robin chuckled. "I guess Killian isn't much different."

The backdoor opened and Killian stepped out, cradling Diana as she chattered away at him. She was starting to say a few words but most of it was still nonsense, yet he nodded as if she was telling him something important. It was an adorable sight and Regina smiled as they approached them.

"Hey there, Princess," Robin said, holding out his arms to Diana. "Do you want to come to Daddy?"

She shook her head, clinging to Killian. He gave Robin a sheepish smile. "Sorry, mate."

Robin shrugged. "That's okay. Besides, you'll eventually have to go home."

"Uncle Killian!" Henry raced over, grinning widely. "Hi!"

"Hey, lad," Killian said, reaching out to ruffle Henry's hair the best he could with his prosthetic hand. "You enjoying the summer?"

Henry nodded. "Mom and Dad signed me up for tee ball. I've been having a lot of fun with my teammates and playing the game. And Roland's been practicing his swimming!"

"Sounds like you're all having a very exciting summer," Killian replied, tickling Diana's stomach. She giggled as he asked: "Where is your brother?"

Regina frowned, wondering the same thing. Her two boys had been playing together before Killian had gotten there and she didn't recall seeing either go into the house. It meant that her youngest son was still in the yard and she scanned it, hoping to find where he went and hoping he wasn't getting into trouble.

She spotted him kicking a ball in a far corner and grew more concerned. Why was he staying so far away? Was something wrong? She headed over to him, hoping she would be able to figure it out.

"Roland? Sweetheart? Aren't you going to come and say hi to your Uncle Killian?" she asked him, tilting her head as she studied him.

"Okay." He stopped kicking the ball and shrugged, keeping his head down as he took her hand. She led him over to the others, concerned when he didn't say anything the entire time.

Killian reached out to shake Roland's hand. "Master Roland, I presume?"

It was a little game Killian played with the boy and it usually drew a giggle from him. Roland didn't respond except to mumble something that vaguely sounded like hello and shake Killian's hand before running away again.

"Was it something I said?" Killian asked, confused.

"No," Robin replied, sounding just as confused. "Let me go see if I can find out what's wrong."

Regina stopped him. "I think we just need to give him a little space. He'll come around on his own."

The others agreed before Killian turned back to Henry. "Now, I believe I was invited to watch your amazing football skills?"

Henry's eyes lit up and he led his uncle to a far corner. Killian held onto Diana the entire time, the little girl attached to him like a barnacle to a ship–his analogy, not Regina's. It was his pet name for her and Regina found it sweet that Diana adored the man. She remembered when Henry was completely attached to his Aunt Mary Margaret. Whenever she came over, he wanted her to hold him and wanted all her attention. Neal had been the same way with his mother's friend Ruby. It just seemed to be a phase and it was one Regina found absolutely adorable.

Roland's behavior, though, concerned her. She watched as he kept to himself in a corner far away from Killian and his siblings. It made her wonder what was going on and she hoped that her belief that he would come around was accurate. Otherwise, she was going to get to the bottom of what was going on once the party was over. Hopefully, there was a simple explanation with a simple solution that would make everything go back to normal.

Roland's odd behavior continued throughout the barbeque. He seemed to avoid Killian at all costs and only answered him in one-word sentences, never making eye contact. Whenever he could, he kept as far away from his uncle, unlike Henry or Diana, who both clung to Killian.

"Did I insult him?" Killian asked after a few hours. "Hurt him?"

"I don't think so," Regina replied, still studying her younger son with a frown. "But there must be some explanation."

Robin shrugged. "It could just be a phase. Kids have them all the time. It'll pass. We just need to be patient."

"True," she admitted, knowing her husband had a point. Roland was probably just going through a phase and they just had to wait it out.

Killian frowned. "So do I keep my distance?"

They both shook their heads. "Just keep treating him the same way you always do," Robin told him.

"The phase will pass quicker if we don't make a big deal about it," Regina added.

Killian nodded. "Okay. Whatever you two think is best."

Henry raced up to them, leaning against his uncle. "Uncle Killian, can we play catch?"

"What do you say?" Robin prompted him, rocking a sleepy Diana.

"Please?" Henry added quickly.

Killian chuckled. "Alright, lad. Though do you think your brother and you can go easy on me? I'd like to leave with only a few bruises this time."

"We'll try," Henry replied before running off to get Roland.

"That didn't sound very promising," Killian said, eyeing them. "Is there anything you can do?"

Regina shrugged while Robin waved at him. "Good luck, mate."

Killian groaned as he stood, rolling his eyes. "Thanks, mate."

He walked over to the boys, accepting a glove from an animated Henry. Regina leaned closer to her husband. "Do you think we should intervene on his behalf?" she asked him.

"Eh, I think it does him some good to handle our sons," Robin replied. "Certainly tires them out."

She chuckled. "True. But he did leave with a slight limp last time."

He frowned, nodding. "He did. Yeah, maybe just ask them to tone it back a bit. Tell them Uncle Killian isn't a spring chicken or something like that."

"Oh, I'm sure Killian would love that," she replied, laughing as she stood.

She approached the children but paused, her attention now on Roland. Henry stood close to Killian as he explained a few things about throwing and catching the ball. Roland, though, chose to stand right behind his brother. But every so often, he would peek out from behind Henry. When Killian looked at him or he thought the man did, he would duck back behind Henry with pink in his cheeks.

Forgetting about warning the boys, she returned to her chair. "Roland has a crush on Killian," she told her husband breathlessly.

He frowned, glancing toward their son. "What do you mean?"

"Just watch him," she told him.

He continued to watch Roland, as did she. They watched as Killian gently guided Roland to a good spot. He said something to the boy, who nodded but never made eye contact. Once Killian was happy with Henry's spot, he jogged over to take his own. Roland looked up and watched his uncle with adoration in his eyes.

"Oh," Robin said softly. He looked at her. "So what do we do?"

She shrugged. "Nothing, I guess. Just let it play itself out. I'm sure he'll grow out of it."

"Yeah," he replied. He paused before asking: "Do you think he's…?"

"I think he's a kid," she replied, "and we all have time to figure that out. We just need to be supportive of him until he does - and after."

Robin nodded. "You're right. As usual."

"Yes, I am," she replied smugly. She leaned back, watching Killian play with her boys. Roland wasn't hiding as much behind his brother anymore and she hoped he was quickly getting past this phase. She had no idea what would happen with her son in the future, but she knew one thing.

Life was never going to be dull at the Locksley household.