The sun poured through the cream curtains of Regina's bedroom and for the first time since she moved into the house, she didn't mind calling it so. Robin was snuggled up against her, her hand on top of his. She had a smile across her lips, with her eyes just barely opened. She was warm and had to pee. She also didn't want to move.

Robin snored peacefully beside her, clearly out of it. From the looks of the baby monitor, Henry wasn't in a hurry to get up either, so they were lucky. She could just relax for a moment, enjoying what the two of them had. Even with him cutting wood, there was a somewhat peace about it. She couldn't wait to wake up to this from now on. Sure, there were things to discuss. They would figure it out, together. Six and a half years of pent up sexual tension was finally gone.

Regina didn't want to get ahead of herself. She knew it was too soon to picture Henry having two parents that were together and happy 24/7. At the very least, it was a start. After all they had been through, a part of her didn't know if they would ever get there. She wasn't sure if she had even wanted it until she learned more about him. Robin had given up so much to be Marian's support system after the divorce, after they lost the baby. He was so passionate, loving. He gave his all when it came to Henry. Any woman would be damn lucky to have him. She wasn't sure exactly when it was she had fallen for him, but she had and there was no going back.

She looked over at him, staring at his scruff and closed eyes. After everything she had been through, first with Daniel, then Leopold. She never thought that she could let herself actually feel something again. Emma tried-in vain-to set her up. Regina could picture her best friend laughing at her now. After all the times she said that she wouldn't go back to Robin, there they were. Side by side in bed, Robin's arms around her, holding her close to him. They had actually made love.

Regina had to fight off a wave of sadness. Emma would've been the person she talked to about all of this. It would've taken time to get it out of her, she would've rolled her eyes through the "I told you so's" but Emma was the one person she felt she could open up to about all of it. Without her, she still felt that empty space in her heart. No one warned you that when your best friend died, there was that hole that never went away. Emma had been her family. Her father was gone, she wasn't close to Zelena and Cora. But no matter what, she'd always have Emma. Then, with one dumbass that would probably never be found, she was taken from her forever.

Last night was the first night since Emma died, that she truly hadn't felt alone.

Robin let out a final snort, before his blue eyes flickered open. His eyes glanced over at the clock, then at the baby monitor. He let out a tiny yawn. "Henry's still asleep?"

Regina nodded. "Yeah, it's just us."

"I'll go make us some coffee."

Robin pulled out of her grasp, leaving her alone in her burrows of blankets. He pulled on his boxers and shirt, before leaving the room. Regina felt suddenly very alone and confused. She got out of bed and pulled on a robe, following him. Downstairs, Robin poured out the coffee beans and measured the water. He got out the orange cranberry muffins she had bought from the grocery store. She leaned against the doorframe, frowning.

"So…last night…" she said, one of them had to.

Robin didn't look up from the muffins, checking the date. "Yeah."

"It was good…I mean…" She let out a laugh. "I don't think I've had sex that good in a really long time, ya know?"

Robin glanced up, smiling. "Yeah. I mean, I don't think I expected that from you."

Regina laughed. "I have a few more tricks up my sleeve." She saw him pale a bit and walked closer. "Look, I know we moved fast last night and there's a lot to talk about. We're co-parenting and this whole thing kind of moved backwards. We got the baby first; we couldn't even stand each other. Then we became friends. Now, we had sex… I mean, who saw that coming when we first moved into together?"

"Certainly not me," Robin said, biting his lip.

"Look, I just want you to know, however this works, I'm in."

Robin sighed. "Oh…Regina…"

Regina took a step back. She knew that tone, she had heard it from guys in the past. Typically, it had been back in high school, when her expectations of guys had been different, wrong. This was different. She had just slept with Robin. This was moving forward, not backwards. It had to be.

Wasn't it?

"I tried talking to you about this last night," he said.

Her fingertips clenched the yellow countertop. "About what?"

"If my last few dates have taught me anything, it's that I'm not ready for anything serious, especially not with you."

"With me?" Regina could practically feel her eyebrows shooting off her forehead.

Robin held his hands up. "I mean the mother of my child." He clamped his eyes shut. "Okay, that sounds even worse. You know what I mean! We're living under this roof together! Things are as awkward as they are!" His eyes opened again, looking full of regret. "I just don't want to get into something and then ruin what we have going here."

Regina's cheeks burned and her stomach flipped. She thought about last night, making love to Robin. It had felt so damn right. She had been ready for whatever it meant. He hadn't said anything about this, had he?

"Why didn't you say any of this last night?" She asked, ignoring the burning sensation that built up in her eyes.

"I tried! You wouldn't let me!"

"That's not true!"

"It is! I thought we were on the same page!"

Regina swallowed, turning her head away from him. The truth was, she couldn't remember much of what was said when they started kissing. He had started saying something, but she interrupted. Had he tried to say he wasn't ready after all? No, that wasn't possible, he would have done more. She could feel him getting closer and he attempted to put a hand on her shoulder, but she swiftly pulled away from him.

"Don't," she whispered, harshly.

Robin opened his mouth to speak, but crying rang out from upstairs. Regina let out a shaky breath, blinking the tears from her eyes.

"It's my morning to get him, yours to do breakfast."

"Regina…"

"Like nothing ever happened. That was your idea." She fixed him with a weary look. "Right?"

She didn't wait for his response, instead, she just simply headed up for the nursery.