Robin had never had a place he considered a home. With funds tight, he and his mom bounced from apartment to apartment. Even after he married Marian, he spent so much time playing soccer that he was barely ever there. They had a house, but he lived out of his suitcase throughout most of their marriage. She did too, since she tended to follow him. Marian was a freelance journalist and could do her work anywhere. They slept in hotels, ate their continental breakfasts, having dinners with his teammates and their wives or with different connections she made.

So, moving out of his apartment and into the Swan-Cassidy household should've been an easy task. He downsized majorly after he hurt his knee and got his teaching certificate so he could work at the local high school, meaning there wasn't much to bring. Marian had gotten a lot of the big stuff in the divorce anyhow. Despite that, it was still weird to unpack in the alcove.

He and Regina had gone over the sleeping arrangements pretty quickly. The home was a three bedroom, but one of those included Emma and Neal's. There was no way that either of them would feel comfortable sleeping in the same room that their best friends once shared. It wasn't even about the sex aspect. It was unspoken, but even Robin knew that Regina felt the same way as him in that sense.

This was the house that their friends had bought together, they had planned to spend forever there. Emma was never the interior design person, but she poured everything into that house, especially the bedroom. The walls were bright yellow, while the linen was black. There were pictures everywhere, ones of Emma's deceased parents, along with a few of Neal's dad. Most of all, it was practically a shrine to Henry. Emma had posted many a picture of Neal cuddled up with their son in that very bed, reading him stories or giving him tiny kisses.

Living in the house was going to be hard enough, they couldn't bring themselves to open the door to the bedroom. They weren't there to take their place, right? That was a whole other debate within itself.

In the end, he had offered to take the alcove. The pullout couch wouldn't be the most comfortable but he'd let Regina have the real bed. She had tried to put up a faux protest, but had given in much faster than she had if it had been anyone else.

"You could customize the space," his friend and colleague, Merida, said. "Put up pictures."

"Yeah, I don't know about that."

"It's your house now. Well, yours and Regina's." Merida peeked around the corner. "Speaking of which, is she…"

"Single, yes. Probably straight, though."

Merida sighed, folding her arms over her chest. "Why is it always the way?"

Robin laughed, shaking his head. He had met Merida when he started working at the high school. She was a history teacher, who also taught the archery club after school. Robin had done the sport in high school and it was nice to find someone to do it with in his spare time. She was one of the only few people he trusted with his secret about Marian and the baby. Like Neal, she also felt he should tell Regina. He knew at one point he'd have to, but he just wasn't ready yet.

"You'll find someone."

"When? Between grading tests, parent teacher conferences and the archery club, I'm too busy."

"Yeah, I feel you there." He looked down at Henry, who was chewing on a strawberry shaped teether. "I have a feeling a good chunk of my dating life just went out the window."

"Are you sure you can handle this? I mean, after everything you've been through…"

"It's what Neal wanted," Robin interrupted. His eyes didn't move from the baby. "It's not like it doesn't bring back memories, but I know that this is different. He's not going anywhere and I'm not…his…well…"

"You're going to be raising him for the rest of his life. Are you really going to make him call you uncle Robin for all of that?"

Robin swallowed, hard. He really needed to give that some more thought.

"I know it's hard for you to talk about Luna, but maybe it's time you talk to Regina about it."

"Mer…"

"You two are going to be co-parenting this child. You can't do it as enemies. You need to do it as friends."

"I don't think she even wants to be that."

"How do you know until you try. Besides," Merida gestured down to Henry. "Isn't that little cutie worth it?"