Hiii! This is part one of a mini series of drabbles about the relationship of a small town mayor, a forest ranger and their two sons. The idea is that each chapter will be told through a different POV. First up is everyone's fave, Regina Mills. Enjoy this year's entry of Love, from OQ

The Love song of Regina Mills and Robin Locksley

Stolen looks on Saturday mornings during Children's Reading Hour – that's how all this started, and right now, with the way Robin is expertly dipping his tongue in and out of forbidden places and grabbing her ass and massaging her breasts, she can't say she's complaining. What they're doing in the hidden hallway that links the restaurant with the Bed and Breakfast at Granny's could get them banned for life, but Regina doesn't care. She's too wrapped up in the delicious feeling that's got her writhing, wanting to soothe the ache between her thighs. If only she could drag Robin by his lapels into one of the rooms and have her way with him. She would, but, what they're doing is in secret. Nobody's supposed to know about this love affair between the two of them. If word got out that Mayor Mills and the local Forest Ranger were together, their private life would be the talk of the town. They would never get a moment's peace and so this is what they have, these stolen moments. And while not being able to share her happiness has her weeping silent tears long after she's put Henry to bed, she'll muster through their current arrangement.

Sometimes, it all seems fleeting. She can tell. While Robin quite enjoys a good snogging, she knows he wants more, wants to be more. He wants to be more than a friend that uses his child as an excuse to hang out with her and her son. He so desperately wants to take her out to the movies to see an R – Rated film and not those silly G – rated films with the cartoons and song numbers that keep the children entertained while he gropes her in the back row. Regina isn't sure how much Robin is willing to take and that frightens her, makes her a little more careless and wreckless and maybe that's why she's letting Robin snog her where they are likely to get caught, almost wishes someone would discover them and they can dispatch with the secret. A coward, that's what she is, and what is she afraid of? If their secret love affair gets out, something will come along to wreck their private little bubble. That seems to be the theme for many of her relationships and she's oh so very tired of loving and then losing. But she doesn't know what else to do. She's worked hard to create the life she leads and one misstep could bring it all crashing down around her and that isn't a risk she is willing to take.

And so as delightful as their little make – out session is, she abruptly pulls back and presses one final kiss to his lips, brings a hand to his chest to hold him at a distance. He grasps her hand and brings it to his lips to kiss it chastely before leaning his forehead against hers. Ends, it always ends and she can tell it breaks his heart a little more each time. She doesn't know why he keeps coming back, why she keeps going back. Is this song and dance they do, the familiar movements offering them comfort and familiarity and home.

"Regina, I – "

"I, I know, I'm sorry."

"Right, yeah, we should uh, we should get back to the boys, eh?"

"Yeah, we should, before someone thinks they've been abandoned and Child Protective Services comes and takes them away," she offers.

"Oh even if that were the case, those foster parents would be certain to track us down and return our little handfuls."

At that, Regina chuckles; grateful that Robin is trying to meet her where she is and not make it any more awkward than what it is. Robin drops their hands and leads them back towards their table where someone has apparently delivered their orders and their boys weren't shy about jumping in to the whipped cream swirled on top of their hot chocolates if the white mustaches dotting their upper lips were any indication.

Sliding into the booth, Regina reached across the able to bop Henry on the nose, making the ten – year old giggle a little as he shoveled a bite of pancake and syrup into his mouth.

"Small bites, Henry and chew." Regina admonished as she placed a napkin in her lap. She stole a glance in Robin's direction, noting the smile on his face and how it didn't quite reach his eyes. The buzzed feeling she had from her make – out session was quickly staunched. She's not certain why she's surprised at the fleeting feeling, it's not unfamiliar but it still hurts every single time.

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