It was Robin's idea to make the home feel more like his and Regina's, and it seemed easy at first. They sold old furniture and got new pieces, they hung up pictures of themselves with Henry around the house. The one room that remained untouched was Neal and Emma's, neither had the courage to go in there. Outside that, Robin thought that it would help Regina and so far, it did. She seemed more relaxed, like she felt she belonged and it even helped Robin…for a little while.

The incident happened a couple of weeks after Henry's first birthday. It was Regina's night to be a free adult, so Robin was at home with Henry, getting him ready for bed. The bigger he got, the more expressive he was. The one thing he loved, was bath time. Robin had read that some kids his age wouldn't, but he loved being in the water and playing with his toys, getting to splash around. It made Robin smile as he watched him. Despite the turmoil that he and Regina had been battling since Neal and Emma died, it was like Henry hadn't picked up on any of it. He had regressed a bit when it came to sleeping, but outside that, he was the same happy baby that he had always been. If anything, that helped Robin and Regina know that they were doing something right.

After the bath, Robin wrapped Henry up in a towel and brought him into the nursery, getting him into his pajamas. Henry wiggled a bit, clearly trying to express that he wasn't too sleepy yet.

"Don't worry buddy, we're gonna read some books."

Henry babbled in response and Robin smiled. Henry hadn't really said any real words yet, but he was clearly trying to. Regina had made Robin promise if she missed it, that he'd immediately write it down in the baby book.

Robin settled into the rocking chair and began reading a few books to Henry, watching the little boy get gradually tired as time went on. The end of the last book had a mirror and Robin adjusted it so they could both look at each other.

"Who's that?" He asked, pointing at Henry. "Who's that? Is that Henry?"

Henry gave a tiny smile before pointing to himself in the mirror and then pointing to Robin. "Dada."

Robin blinked a couple of times, unsure if he heard him correctly. "Buddy…I'm Robin."

"Dada," Henry repeated, pointing once again at the man holding him. "Dada. Dada."

Robin swallowed quickly, shutting the book and putting it back on the shelf. He kissed the top of Henry's head and carried him to the crib, settling him down inside. He stood over it for a minute, watching as Henry quickly drifted off to sleep, dread filling him.

He hadn't thought about what Henry was going to call him and suddenly, he felt so stupid for that.

Robin loved Henry with everything inside of him. He and Regina were working on adopting him, to make sure that no one could take Henry away from them in the future and so it'd be permanent. They would be raising him for the rest of his life. It made sense that they would be "Mom and Dad". It would be completely unfair to tell him that they loved him enough to raise him, to be his parents…but to not actually be called that. Especially when he wouldn't even remember Emma and Neal.

That hit Robin like a freight train. Neal had been an amazing father. He was excited from the minute Emma found out she was pregnant. While Emma had been hesitant about kids, Neal had always wanted them. He decorated Henry's nursery almost as soon as they found out the sex of the baby, bought a state-of-the-art video camera along with a polaroid so he could capture every possible moment. Robin had been there the day Henry was born and watched Neal cradle him, not even looking up when someone would speak. He took 8 weeks off of work to help Emma and Robin knew that Henry came first, always. It wasn't fair that now his son was calling another man dad. It wasn't fair that Robin was taking his place.

Robin felt the tears come to his eyes as he remembered meeting Neal. They had been in college and Robin was still trying to get signed to a soccer team. Neal had been his biggest supporter. They spent many nights together, in bars or in Neal's dorm. Neal would come to his games and Robin would model for him as needed. Before that, Robin had never really had a best friend. He had been popular in high school, but there had never been really anyone who took the time to get to know him. Not like Neal anyway.

Neal had been there when Robin and Marian lost their daughter. Now, Robin was there when Neal's son had lost his father. It still didn't seem fair. He hadn't earned the title of "Dad". It had been thrusted upon him, because his best friend had been in a car accident. If that night had even gone a little differently, he wouldn't be in the position he was.

But the fact was, the night hadn't. He was in charge of Henry now, alongside Regina. He would be the one who took him to the first day of school. Robin would teach him how to ride a bike and eventually, a car. Henry would come to Robin when it came to advice when asking out his first date. Robin would be there, helping Henry move into his college dorm, making sure Regina's tears didn't smudge Henry's suit on his wedding day.

Robin was Henry's dad and preventing him from calling him that, wouldn't be right. What would that do to Henry? To say that Robin loved him more than life itself, to do all the things a dad was supposed to…but that he couldn't bare to hear himself be called that?

Yes, Robin was "Dada". He just had to hope that wherever he was…Neal was okay with that.