Honour is reunited with Robin and Roland after their long trip. Ruby and Dorothy go for their first pregnancy scan and Emma and Regina break their own news to Robin. The result wasn't anything like they expected.

Mifflin Street

Although Regina offered to put Robin and Maria up for the night after their long drive, he declined. "Thanks for the offer, but I've a van full of stuff outside, which needs to be dropped off at the village. I've already arranged for someone to collect it tomorrow and take it back." He kissed Roland goodnight, promising to be back in the morning.

"It's a shame Honour went to bed before you finally got here, she's going to be upset she missed you."

"I know. I've missed her too, and Robyn. Those Zoom calls aren't the same, are they? Tell her I promise I'll be over in the morning, once those lazy good-for-nothings have helped me unload the truck. We've also got some things for all of you. Would ten o' clock be okay?"

~oOo~

The following morning...

He turned up just before ten, as promised, freshly scrubbed but slightly the worse for wear. The previous night, there'd been far too much revelry as the men celebrated his return. John, Tuck and a few of the men who remembered her, had been ecstatic to see Maria Locksley return to them, alive and in good health. Tears of joy were shed, remembering the way she'd disappeared, presumed dead. Many years ago, John had been like a second big brother to Maria, and she cried with happiness at seeing him again. Then later, when Caroline, her cousin and once closest friend in the world, had appeared in the bar at the end of her shift, the tears started all over again. It had been a very emotional evening and Robin and his sister now still felt a little sleepy, and just a little hungover.

"DADDY!" Honour screamed when he first walked through the door, racing over and jumping into his arms, not letting go for dear life. "I missed you so, so, much!"

"And I you, my precious, you have no idea!" He held her tightly, repeatedly raining kisses on her cheeks and making her giggle. A few minutes after she'd calmed down, Regina brought in the lighter boxes Robin had left by the front door when his little girl had swamped him. Maria stood back watching the happy reunion. Emma joined them from the kitchen, bringing a pot of tea and cups on a tray.

The little group settled in the living room, finally followed by a still-sleepy Roland, who'd slept in late. The women settled on sofas, while Robin knelt down on the floor next to his little girl. "Honour, we've brought back a few things for you, but you can open these two today. Open the biggest one first?" He pushed a larger box on the floor in front of her. Her eyes bulged with excitement, as she ripped off the wrapping paper, to reveal an elegant light wooden box within. Emma bent down to help her with the tape binding it and when it was ready, Honour opened it to reveal...clothes? Not quite what she was expecting! However, as she pulled out the garments she realized it was some sort of costume. And there was something glistening!

"Mama, It's a tarara! I gotta tarara!" Honour yelled excitedly.

Regina knelt down to take out the rest of it. "Yes, you have, my love, and it looks like your beautiful tiara comes with a whole princess costume!"

"I'm a princess!" She started wrapping the fake ermine and silk gown around her, and placing the glistening tiara on her head, lop-sided. She didn't notice Robin's sister silently taking pictures of the seriously cute little blonde in her new outfit. "A princess wiv a tarara!" she repeated, before noticing that under the paper still in the box, there were still more clothes. Reaching in, she hauled out everything else. The costume had lots of small items, fake weapons and a hard breastplate. There was a sword, plastic of course, and a bright silver shield. As Regina laid them out carefully on the floor, Emma was he first to recognize what it was. "It's some sort of a warrior costume, Honnie. Battle dress, just like Mulan's!"

"I can be Mulan too? A princess and a soldier!" The girl beamed at her father. "Thank you, daddy! It's lovely!" she jumped up, placing a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek.

"You're very welcome, my sweet. Now, I need you to open your other present?" He brought a small wrapped box from his pocket, handing it over. "You need to open this one a little more carefully though."

Unwrapping it, a small bright silver box appeared. Opening it, she found what looked like a flat silver and blue locket. Emma reached down and prized the tiny clasp open. Inside was what appeared to be a translucent stone, with something even smaller inside it. With a flick if his wrist, Robin made a large magnifying glass appear, handing it to Emma. "Look inside the stone, Honour. What do you see?"

Emma held the glass in place as she looked. Set inside the pebble sized clear stone, there was a 3D image. "It's a swan, Daddy! A swan wearing a tarara. And a bow and arrows."

Curious, Regina bent over to also look closer, and immediately recognized the significance. "It's something to do with your family, Honour! Look, there's a beautiful swan. So, that's clearly your mum here. There's a crown, it's a little bigger than a tiara. So I guess that represents me, as I was once the queen. Then behind it, is your papa's bow and arrows, held in something called a quiver. It's all of us. It's daddy, mamma and me! It's very beautiful!"

"So I can wear it, and have you all close to me! It's wonderful, daddy."

"I'm glad you like it my love, but it isn't just jewellery! It has special magic set into it. If you ever need to get either of your mums, or me, because you need our help, or if you're in trouble or really frightened, you just wrap that in your hands and think of one, or all of us, and we will get the message and come running to help you! It's like a magical phone."

The mothers looked at him, a little mystified. "Robin, where on earth did you get this?"

"Avalon. I bought it from a local sorcerer recommended by Merlin. Each of us has to do a short spell, and vow on the stone, then it gets linked to each of us, and we'll be able to 'hear' her, in our minds."

Emma turned the little locket over in her hands. She could now feel a low burr of magic inside. "It 's really quite beautiful, Honny. You're a very lucky girl."

"And I have the best daddy ever!" She jumping onto his lap. "Did you get anything for mummy and Emma?"

"I did indeed. Thank you for reminding me." With that, he pulled two similar boxes, each exquisitely gift-wrapped, from behind him. "Mi'ladies, these are for both of you."

Emma hadn't been expecting anything, and was surprised when he handed her a black, shiny box, identical to the one now in Regina's hand. Opening it, she gasped when she saw a large diamond, attached to a silver necklace. A pale lilac teardrop-shaped gem, cusped within a silver horn. It wasn't too big to be worn under clothes, but the stone itself was simply stunning. Emma was slightly lost for words. Looking across, she could see Regina at a similar loss, holding the necklace's twin. She'd already taken the magnifying glass to look inside the rare stone. Once again, there was a 3D hologram, but this time, her crown was set atop Emma's swan, with no bow, arrows or quiver present.

Robin explained. "The crests were set inside the diamonds with magic, though unlike Honour's, there's no magic attached to either of yours. I wanted to give you both these stones as a sort of blessing. So that you know that I fully accept and support your marriage, your love for one another, and the love you give our children. Roland called them the SwanQueen pendants. A symbol of something good and pure."

The women exchanged a look. Emma could detect no hint of dishonesty in his words. No hidden motive. The normally sulky-faced blonde broke into a grin. "Thank you, Robin, they're beautiful!"

"You're welcome. The wizard who put the symbols inside the diamonds, said the silver horn is actually Welsh gold from an enchanted mine. I gather it brings good fortune and health. I'm glad you like it."

Regina had already slipped her own necklace around her neck, showing it off to Honour, who was wearing hers. "What do you think, Honour? We all have necklaces now, though yours is even more special!"

"I love it!" She looked at her older brother, who had just shuffled down the stairs in his pyjamas. "Rolly, look what daddy got me?" She'd woken the jet-lagged boy earlier by climbing into his bed to wake him, earning a slightly surly response from the exhausted young man.

"Actually," Roland said, pulling down the front of his pyjama top to reveal a similar, slightly squarer-looking locket, "I've got one too - same symbols as yours. Dad's also got one for Robyn, but hers has only got the bow and arrows in it."

Emma looked closer at Roland's. His also had her swan inside, along with Regina's and Robin's. The fact he'd also included her symbol in his son's, touched her more than expected. He means it; he also sees me as his mother.

Honour kissed her father's cheek, climbing off his knee before walking over to Maria, who she'd met on one of Roland's web calls. "I'm glad you came back with daddy, Auntie Maria. You're very beautiful!"

"Why thank you, my lady," Maria blushed, bending down to look at the necklace. "But hardly as beautiful as you! It's so nice to finally meet you and your mummies. I think I'm going to like it here."

"Will you play outside with me?"

Robin's sister looked to the two women for their approval, Regina nodding. "I'd love nothing more - your Royal Highness!" she replied to the ermine-clad girl, elegantly mock-curtseying. "What shall we play?"

Storybrooke Hospital

"So, that black mass there is the bladder. Now look at that little round sack here? At this little peanut shape?" Anna moved her finger across the screen. "That's your baby. It's about the size of a raspberry right now. I'm afraid there's not much to see at the moment."

The two women gasped, Ruby with a tear in her eye. "Our baby!" said her wife, as Ann gently rolled the scanner again across Dorothy's abdomen. "Why can't we hear a heartbeat?"

"It's a bit early. Most scans pick them up from about nine weeks onwards? Judging by the size, I reckon you're about eight weeks gone. If we book you to come back in two weeks, all being well, you should be able to hear it then."

"'All being well?' What does that mean?" Said the anxious mother-to-be. "Is there a problem?"

"Nothing as far as I can see. We're always slightly more cautious in the first three months, until the foetus has really dug in. It all looks good so far, so just look after yourself and make sure you get plenty of rest."

"I'll be making sure of that!" said Ruby, entwining her wife's fingers with her own. "This one's definitely going to spend less time on her feet in the Diner!"

Annabelle grinned at the happy pair. "Seems you're in good hands, Mrs. Lucas?"

"The very best!" Dorothy beamed up at her wife.

Back in Mifflin Street

From the back window, they watched Robin racing around the garden with Roland and Honour. He'd magicked a small tree house with a fort, which Honour and Maria were currently trying to attack, while Robin defended. The young girl was now dressed in her new Mulan costume. Robin's sister seemed to be helping her, while Roland could be seen quietly climbing the tree behind, to get into the fort from above, without being seen.

"Sneaky little sod!" said Emma, to no one in particular.

"Seems he's adopted his father's technique for breaking and entering. Stealth, distraction and coming in from where you least expect." The women smiled at the happy scene, laughing when Roland leaped from four foot up in the tree to land hard on to his father's back. "Ow!" Regina winced, "That must have hurt!"

They stayed watching the happy little family play, then, after a few minutes silence, Emma was the first to voice a concern.

"So, when do you think we should tell him?"

"Soon. I know Him well enough to know he'll be annoyed if we keep this from him. I've never told him I'm pregnant before. I'm not sure how he's going to react."

"Wait till we tell him I'm up the duff with his kid too! That's four kids, Regina! You think he'll do a runner?"

"Not a chance. Mind you, he might be in shock for a while. I was!"

"Thank god we don't have money issues; that would be a real bummer. Not sure I could manage two kids, and two babies, on my own at home while you're at work, though. So, we're definitely going to need a nanny. Shame mind, I was enjoying being back at work. I guess I'm going to have to tell Hank when I start to show."

"Yes, and I was about to start my medical training! Merlin was going to give me the magical immersion next week. I can hardly ask him now though, can I? He might refuse. And he said he's going back to New York in a few weeks."

"He could still agree. Heck, it's only a minutes for him to cram decades worth of stuff inside your head."

"We'll see. That's another reason we need to tell Robin sooner, rather than later. Merlin knows and so does his daughter. If they let something slip to Robin before we tell him…"

"So, we tell him tonight. Perhaps get him over here and tell him over a drink? He'll certainly need it!"

"I'll ask John if he'd mind Honour and Roland for us. Make some excuse about needing to discuss some changes to child care, now he's back. Do we still have those two spare pregnancy kits?"

"Yeah but…we're both definitely pregnant Gina! My boobs are sore, I'm definitely getting tired earlier and I can't seem to stop needing to pee."

"Yes, I'm also getting a little heartburn, but at least the sickness has eased off. I wouldn't mind a glass of wine though, if I didn't feel like throwing up at the mere smell of it!" As she spoke, she noticed Emma was silently holding, between her fingers, the bright diamond of the necklace Robin had given her. That's when she realized she'd been doing the exact same thing. "Beautiful, aren't they?"

Emma nodded. "I like what he said about us. And what they symbolise."

Granny's Diner

He sat pensively nursing his coffee in Granny's, while Roland and Honour raced outside to play and catch up with the friends he'd missed during their trip. Robin was anxious, but he didn't know why. Regina had seemed somehow different when she asked him to join them for a drink alone at the mansion later:

"Robin, we need to talk. I asked John if he could take the children tonight, and he's agreed. I'm afraid it can't wait."

"Who's we , Gina? Is something wrong with Honour? Or Robyn? What's happened?"

"They're fine, Robin. It's nothing like that, but…well, Emma and I discovered something while you were away. It can keep until tonight but, we really need to speak to you alone."

Her slightly nervous voice continued play in his mind when his thoughts were broken by a hand on his shoulder.

"Robin?" said the voice close by, breaking him out of his thoughts. "You still in there?"

"Mulan? Sorry, I was miles away! How's married life treating you, Mrs. Briar?"

"Great, thanks - which is more than I can say for this baby!" She groaned, leaning back to lightly rub her abdomen. Robin now saw the small rounded stomach, the first time he'd ever seen an ounce of extra weight on the woman. "My back's killing me, and I've still got five months to go!"

"All the more reason Phil and I insisted you rest!" said Aurora, appearing alongside her. "And why you're getting a back massage tonight, no arguments! Have you given Robin his present yet?"

"Present? Oh…right!" said the uncharacteristically flustered warrior. "Damn hormones, my memory's hopeless! Robin, we have a little something for you." She pulled a small package out from her satchel, placing it in front of him.

"A present?" He opened it to reveal a small wooden desktop picture frame, with a black and white photo inside.

"Ping had a second scan yesterday – she's sixteen weeks gone," Aurora said, proudly. "And this is our little warrior!"

Thanks to Merlin's immersion, Robin knew exactly what he was seeing. "Goodness, that's just wonderful! Sorry, I was so tired last night, I forgot to ask Philip about your pregnancy. I'm delighted it's all healthy and well. Must be so exciting, for all of you?"

"I've been lucky so far, apart from a few aches and pains. Don't think I can keep up being a deputy much longer though. I'm a balloon! And poor old Phil's been putting in long hours trying to clean up all George's mess, so Rory and I aren't seeing too much of him at the moment."

"You're NOT a balloon, you're glowing! You're carrying something wonderful within you, and I'm sure Rory and Phil know you're more beautiful than ever! Thank you for my present. It's lovely."

"It's not from us, Robin, it's from your godchild!"

"What? You mean?"

"Yes, we'd like you to be this one's Godfather. We all agreed. We can't think of anyone we'd rather have in its life. Please say yes?"

Robin was genuinely touched. "I…why yes, of course! I'd be honoured. Thank you, both of you!" He stood, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her cheek, before separating to do the same to Aurora.

Mifflin Street

"So, Mulan's asked you to be godfather?" Robin had just broken the news to Regina. Topical!

"Yes, I was surprised, to say the least. A former royal family asking a simple thief like me."

There's nothing simple about you, you're perfect! Regina wanted to say, but with Emma standing next to her she thought it best to merely nod.

"Gina, you said you wanted to talk ? Something that needed the children out of the way. What is it?" He could see how tense they were, constantly looking at one another, silently begging the other to start. He also picked up on the fact neither had a cider or glass of wine in front of them, just orange juice. Something's wrong.

Emma kicked it off. "yes, we do need to talk. It's about something that's happened. This is going to come as a shock, so you may want to take a good slug of that whisky first?" She pointed to his untouched glass. This doesn't sound good! He followed her advice, knocking back the amber liquid in one swallow, watching as Emma reached into her pocket, to pull out some sort of white plastic stick, laying it slowly on the coffee table directly in front of him.

"Merlin's given you some sort of weird training for this world. I assume you know what this is?"

He looked down, seeing a now fading blue line, a smiling baby face, and one word. He felt the blood almost drain from his face.

"Emma! You…you're pregnant?" he gasped. How the hell? What about Regina? How could she? But his mind cleared as she nodded, and realized the most likely reason she was now telling him this. The words 'is it mine?' on the tip of his tongue; somehow, he managed to stop himself. "How long?"

"Eight weeks. Merlin seemed pretty sure. The opening night at your new pub."

She watched him closely, waiting for the inevitable panic. "And before you ask, I haven't been to a sperm donor and, apart from you, two months ago, I haven't been with a man for over five years."

Robin stared at the stick. Pregnant. "Eight weeks? This… is everything okay, Emma? Are you okay?" He tried to act casual, but his mind was racing. I got her pregnant? Emma, the Saviour? What the fuck?

"Am I okay? I don't really know how to answer that! I just found out a few days ago. I haven't felt sick, not like Gina-." She stopped abruptly, realizing she might be about to say more than she intended.

"Gina? What about Gina?" He looked across at the brunette, who stood to pick up her handbag, lifting something from inside and laying it on the coffee table, next to Emma's. Robin's eyes widened in disbelief, as he saw the second pregnancy test. Another blue line. Another baby face. Another word.

His mouth suddenly dried, jaw hung open in shock, staring back at her. She nodded. "Yes Robin, I'm pregnant. Emma's pregnant. We're both pregnant. We're both pregnant, by you!"

They both stared back at him, waiting for a reaction. He was too stunned to respond, just continuing to stare down at the testers. The women exchanged looks, waiting for…something. Anger? Panic? Denial?

"I'm not sure what to say! Should I be offering congratulations, or my apologies? How do you both feel about this?" Then he followed with, "And what do YOU want to do next?"

Neither of them were expecting him to remain calm, though Regina knew what was meant by his question. "Well, I wasn't thrilled when I found out. I've spent most of my life believing I made myself infertile. Then Honour came, and I…I know this is going to be difficult. At my age, they rather charmingly refer to this as a 'geriatric' pregnancy? But nonetheless, I've decided, if everything goes smoothly, to keep it. I want to keep this baby, Robin."

"And...what about you, Emma?"

"I admit, I thought about termination. An abortion. At first. It was a shock and, what with Regina expecting, taking on not one, but two new kids is going to be huge! Part of me is already dreading it." Regina pulled closer, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers. "But I thought and thought about it, and realized if I did that, I'd probably never forgive myself every time I looked at Honour, or Regina's baby to come. I'm in my forties now Robin, so this is going to be bloody hard work! But, I've decided I want to keep it."

Now Robin exhaled, loudly. "Thank the gods!" He groaned. "I can't imagine being in your shoes right now, and I'm sorry I'm the cause, but I think you're both making the right decision."

Regina grinned at Emma. "Told you!" Emma was sure he would have at least panicked. Or ran.

"They're your bodies mi'ladies, so it's ultimately your decision how you want this to work. But, I swear I'll do everything I can to support you, and the babies, after they're born. I'll be honoured to be a father to both, if you'll let me?"

Emma nodded. "We still need to get safely through the first three months, but thanks. I'm surprised you're so calm? It's not every day you get told you've got two women knocked up on the same night!"

Robin shrugged, trying not to be smug. "Perhaps I'm better at hiding my emotions than you think? Besides, it's easier for me. For the next seven months I'm not the one doing the heavy lifting."

"Wrong! You're definitely going to be looking after Honour and Roland a whole lot more! And for the foreseeable future!"

He finally laughed. "I can do that! Compared to being dead, it's a bonus. So, what's next?"

"We have our first proper scans in a fortnight. Merlin's handling it himself, but we want to keep things confidential. Anna, his daughter, knows about me, but doesn't know that Emma's also pregnant. If everything's okay, we should tell Henry, then perhaps Roland and Honour. However, please Robin, we need this kept to ourselves?"

"My lips are sealed. I don't want to impose but, may I join you for that scan?"

"Yes. Regina and I talked about this, at length. Whatever you two are to each other now, or in future, you're always going to be their father. We're already raising two of yours anyway." Regina smiled back at her. "Don't get me wrong, we love them dearly, but four children, Robin? This is going to be hard work! I guess you and me are going to be in each other's lives, whether we like it or not, for a long time to come!"

Emma looked into his bright blue eyes, as he stood, walking around to kneel directly in front of her. He raised his hand, gently lifting her necklace, which she had been rubbing between her fingers.

"Emma, as I already told you in that restaurant two months ago, you are, and have been, a wonderful mother; not just to Henry, but to Roland and Honour too. Those children inside you may have been unplanned, but they'll be loved, and cherished, by all three of us. I'm proud you're going to be a mother to another of my children."

Regina watched them in silence, as they gazed at each other with so much intensity she almost felt like an intruder. Her mind went to a thought she'd had several times since his return: Maybe, just maybe, I can have it all?

Sherwood

"Roland, why so glum?" asked the Sorcerer, sitting down next to the boy on a fallen tree stump. "Something on your mind?"

Since Emma and Regina had dropped him and his sister off with Little John earlier that evening, Roland had watched as Anna and Merlin had given Honour some basic magic lessons. The girl went on to perform some small tricks such as levitating stones and changing the colour of her shoes, to cheers from Will and the men when she succeeded. Roland couldn't help but feel envious at her new powers and had quietly left the group to sit outside and sulk. "Nah! I'm fine…"

Merlin wasn't having any of it. "You know I can read your mind if you don't tell me?" His eyes twinkled though there was a hint of seriousness in his voice.

"It's just…it's not fair! Regina and Emma have magic; Zeus gave my dad even more powerful magic; Henry's got some, and now even Honny's got it! I'm the only ordinary, boring one in the family. It's not fair!"

"Most people don't have magic, Roland. It can be a blessing and a curse and people treat you differently when you have it. I know many people who have it who deliberately choose to live in the land without magic, just so they fit in. And I know many who have it and they are completely unaware. Besides, how do you know you don't have magic inside you?"

"Because I can't do what Honour's doing right now, can I? I can't make stones float in the air, or change colours or…or…anything like that!"

"Do you know how people get born with magic, Roland?"

"Well, yeah, sort of. Henry said you either get it when your mum and dad have 'true love', like my dad and Regina had, to give it to Honour. Or like Snow and David, for Emma. Or one of your parents has it and you inherit it."

"What if I told you your birth mother, Marian, and your father had a true love, soulmate relationship before she died?"

"Then I'd I have it too. But I don't!"

"You sure about that? After all, Henry didn't realise he had it, till a few months ago, and he's almost twenty-one!"

"So…you saying I have it too?" Roland's demeanour changed completely. "I have magic?"

"It's inside you, my boy. I can sense it! But it hasn't come through yet and it won't until your mind and body are ready. It may be in a few weeks, months, or even years, but it's there, Roland. It'll come out when the time's right."

The following morning...

None of them could remember how it started. Only what it led to. It was shortly after five thirty in the morning when Robin woke.

An early riser from birth, Robin woke to a very new sensation. Instead of bed shorts and t-shirt, he now wore nothing. Instead of cotton sheets, he felt only soft silk underneath him. And instead of spare pillows, he felt warm, naked flesh resting against him. On both sides. Opening one eye slowly, he saw Regina's dark hair, her head resting against his chest, on his left side, as she snored softly. He felt the warm velvety softness of her skin as her equally naked body snuggled into his side, her left leg coiled over his as he lay on his back, an arm around her shoulder. On his right, he felt Emma nestled into him in a similar way to Regina, but with her head resting higher, more on his shoulder.

The feeling of being pinned down by these two naked goddesses was heaven!

This is ridiculous, he thought, feeling guilty that once again, he'd intruded into their marriage, and their life. I'm a shit! I get them both pregnant, and now I'm having sex with them, again, even though I promised I wasn't going to get in the way?

As his feelings of self-loathing built, he couldn't help but smile as he recalled what the three of them had shared for the last few hours.

It all started when Regina suggested dinner. After the large scotch he'd downed in one at news of the pregnancies, he'd abstained all alcohol on the grounds that, if they weren't able to drink, nor would he. Dinner had led to chatting around the fireside. He'd talked about everything from Roland and the UK trip, tracking down Maria in London thanks to his cousins, their boy's obsession with fairgrounds and the theatre. Regina talked about her morning sickness, the discovery she was pregnant and Merlin's accidental discovery of Emma's condition, Henry in Harvard, to the children and finally planning how they would need to refurbish the mansion to accommodate two more babies.

Even without alcohol, the mood had been lighter, brighter and fun.

"Well I'd better be off." He'd stood up to get his jacket and boots. "You two don't need beauty sleep, but I certainly do! Shall I look after the children tomorrow night? As they're in Sherwood I can do the school run in the morning, so you two can have a lie-in?"

"Thanks," said Regina, "but John's already planning to do that. You could have your own lie-in."

"True. Well, thanks for a 'memorable' evening. I definitely won't forget receiving that news in a hurry! Sleep well, both of you." With that, he brought his arm gently around Regina's back to give her a light side hug before leaving. As Emma was also in front of him, without thinking he brought his right arm around her too, gently pulling all three of them into a hug. Each reciprocated without thinking, with arms around the other two, to find themselves in a huddle. "G'night, Gina," he whispered, moving to kiss her cheek. Instead, she turned her head slightly inward and lips briefly touched in a gentle, swift kiss. Nothing heated, but not quite a peck either, with Emma mere inches way as his head drew back. "And goodnight, Emma." He turned, pressing his lips onto the younger woman's, who reciprocated in kind.

It was just a moment, an easy show of acceptance and affection between the three of them. But they all felt something change between them. Surprisingly, it was Emma that made the first move, pulling the other two slightly tighter into their huddle. "You know..." she gave Robin a second kiss before instantly twisting to give Regina the same, "...we could ALL have that lie-in…here?" she breathed. Robin had never seen Emma provocatively flirt before, only that forced occasion at the inn. Now she looked like a hungry lioness, ready to feed, which instantly made him harden below. He looked at Regina, who, initially a little shocked, now seemed to show a hunger of her own, which he knew from old, though he wasn't sure whether it was directed at him. Or her.

"That sounds like an excellent idea!" Regina agreed. "We could all do with a…rest. And this time, perhaps a 'proper' lie-in?" Without warning, she dragged her wife's head round to attack her mouth in an almost ferocious, deep kiss. "Mmm," came a noise from conjoined mouths, tongues clearly wrestling somewhere between them. Robin watched the display, inches away, and his breath quickened, his pants becoming even tighter. A good half minute later, two panting women finally unlocked their lips, to stare up at him. Two predators after their prey. "What do you say, Robin?"

"It'd be ungentlemanly and frankly, bloody stupid to refuse?" he groaned.

Emma's quick glance down the front of his trousers saw the affect they were having. That bulge was enormous! "Well then…time for bed?"

~oOo~

Robin remembered the next three hours as though it'd been a dream. A very vivid dream! After a nervous start by all, as they kissed, petted and disrobed – all completely sober compared to last time they had been together. There had been delicate touches, whispers and cuddles. Nerves calmed and all three slowly started moving together, clumsily at first, but then finding a rhythm, a flow. Over the next three hours they had come together in all combinations they could think of. They'd kissed, stroked, licked, bit, sucked, scissored and fucked each other to oblivion, seemingly never to tire. As two worked together, one would rest and watch. Several times they tripled as a threesome to pull yet another orgasm. And each time they peaked as a trio, they felt magic in the air. Once, when Robin was deeply embedded inside Emma, with Regina riding just over her wife's face as she peaked, he'd kissed the brunette and they all felt that familiar electric charge pass right through them. Just as it had two months ago.

It wasn't sex. This was lovemaking, and they all seemed desperate for more, stamina rarely waning. Right up until Regina finally called time.

"Enough! I'm…I'm done! Please?"

And now, lying in their bed, with a stupid grin on his face, Robin looked down at these two remarkable women coiled into him. Brave, intelligent, loyal and loving. And he knew he was truly unworthy of either of them. Nevertheless, as his mind lay in blissful comfort not wanting to move, his aching body told him he was desperately in need of a pee!

His magic could just apparate him from under the sheets, but that'd wake them both. So, he reluctantly eased his shoulder from under Emma, who was now snoring softly, groaning at the loss of his warmth, her head slumping into the sheets. It was only when he now turned to extricate himself from under Regina, he realized that both women had their fingers intertwined across his stomach. With his freed left hand, he gently pulled them apart, twisting to slide from under her, wriggling, like a caterpillar, down the bed to finally slide out of from the bottom. In any other circumstance it would be ridiculous. Now, all he could think about was emptying his bladder without waking them!

Standing, he magicked himself into a simple pair of black boxers, before creeping towards the adjoining bathroom. As he stepped inside, he heard Regina's soft growl. "You'd better be coming back, thief."

Several minutes later, after a long and more than satisfying pee, followed up by a quick freshen up on the bidet. One of the greatest inventions of this world, he thought, and a hand wash, he emerged to find Regina now entwined with Emma, in the middle of the bed. He crept toward the door. "Get back in here..." mumbled Regina, sleepily.

"It's okay, Regina, I'll leave you both to it…" he whispered, assuming Emma would now find his continued presence embarrassing.

That was until Emma now rolled her head back, voice croaking, as she pulled her duvet back slightly from behind her. "Just shut up, and get in!"

~oOo~

It was just after eight, when he'd finally and reluctantly, climbed out from under those sheets, having spent the last two hours snuggled against the Saviour's backside, the woman still deliciously naked. Emma, now in the middle, had drifted back to sleep sandwiched between them, with Regina's back now pressed along her front. Robin hadn't wanted to leave at all; however, his cock let him down as, sandwiched between the Saviour's perfect, taut buttocks, it started to harden yet again. You bloody traitor, haven't you already had enough? Fearing his offending organ was going to wake her, he decided it was now time.

"Tea?"

"Hmm. Pleeeaaassseeee!" moaned Regina.

"Me too.." hissed Emma, nodding without opening her eyes, with a brief hand wave. He smiled as he looked at them, slowly starting to wake, before leaving to go to the kitchen. Using his magic, he added a silky black dressing gown. Fortunately, after five years everything in the kitchen seemed to be in the same place as he put the kettle on.

Upstairs, Emma slowly opened her eyes once he'd left, to be faced with her beautiful wife's head close and resting on her pillow, staring at her with a silly grin. "Good morning!"

"Mornin' gorgeous. Sleep well?" she pouted, pulling her closer.

"Very. Though I ache all over…"

"Me too. Anyone would think we'd been having sex all night? I don't think I can walk."

Both sniggered, the pair staring silently at each other, as they heard Robin crashing and fumbling around in the kitchen. Finally, Regina broke it.

"So…about last night? What was that?"

"That was you having a much-needed shag with your former, though we both know real, true love. And me taking advantage of that fact, to have some fun of my own."

"Uh-huh. Is that all? You sure there wasn't more to it, Em-ma?"

"What do you mean, Re-gi-na?" She mocked the brunette's emphasis on her name.

"I mean, that I saw you both in the throes of passion for the best part of three hours. A wonderful three hours, Em-ma! We've never shared someone before, but you and I both know that wasn't just sex. You felt something, just like I did. I felt that magic pulse four times! But only when the three of us all somehow joined together. I saw the look on your faces. You two shared something, and I hope you won't be stupid enough to deny it? I know you too well. I don't have a problem with it. Hell, that was one of the best experiences of my life! You and I are permanent. We love each other, but I've never denied my feelings for Robin. So, I need to know your feelings for him too?"

Emma knew she wasn't getting out of this. She huffed and closed her eyes, squirming. "Gina, it's too early!"

"Nice try! Now, an honest answer please?"

"Look, I like him, okay? Yes, I had a couple of dreams which…yes, he was in them. And, to be honest, he is a pretty sensational fuck! But that's about it, I'm not in love with him, like you are! It's not like Phil Briar and his bloody harem! So, can we like, drop this?" she almost pleaded the last sentence.

"Very well. For now. But, can I take it from that little outburst, that you wouldn't be averse to doing this again some time, or on a regular basis?"

"Better wait till my old puss isn't so sore?"

At that, Regina burst out laughing, quickly joined by Emma.

"You are so crude!" she whispered, each shushing the other when they heard a gentle knock on the door, still chuckling, as Robin walked in with a tray.

"Tea, mi'ladies?" he announced. "I see you're both awake?" He moved to place mugs on tables either side of the bed. As he spoke, Regina flicked her hand and two matching pale-purple silk nightdresses appeared over both women to cover them, so they could sit up.

"Why did you get up so early?" Emma had an odd glint in her eye.

"Well that depends, Emma. Do you want the polite answer, or the honest one?" He held her gaze. Regina watched that chemistry between the pair of them. It was happening again. It wasn't just flirting - there was definitely something else!

"The honest one. Always."

"Well, I've always been an early riser, so I didn't want to wake you. You both seemed so…serene?"

Emma smirked, sitting more upright, picking up her mug and taking a large mouthful. "And the honest answer?"

Robin had a mischievous glint in his eye. "I woke up with a tremendous stiffy between your bum cheeks, so I thought it impolite to stay there. Besides, between the two of you, I think you almost broke my dick last night! So, I thought it best."

"Phhuuuttt!" Emma sprayed the bed with tea as she collapsed into laughter, Regina following, but managing to hold her drink. "EMMA! THESE SHEETS ARE NEW! Robin, did you have to?" she said between her own chuckles, her voice a mixture of disgust at Emma, and shock at Robin.

"Erm…sorry?" His eyes told her he wasn't sorry at all. 'I'll leave you to it."

Regina calmed. "No…stay. Please? I think we should talk."

"SHIT!" Emma suddenly barked, changing the mood entirely. She banged the cup down on the side table, jumping up and heading for the bathroom as her wife sat, bewildered. "Oh, shit, shit, shit! I completely forgot! On shit! Oh fuckedy-fuck! I gotta go!"

"Emma, what the hell? Forgot what? What's going on?"

"The station!" She shouted from the bathroom. "I promised Hank I'd stand in this morning! Doug's ill, he's tied up all day, and I promised to relieve Mulan at eight! Bugger, bugger, bugger!"

Robin smiled at the commotion, Regina glaring back at him.

"She seems to have picked up a lot of British swear words recently? I blame you and that ruddy pirate!"

"Can I help it if she's picked up 'proper English' cussing? Besides, 'ruddy' is also British English, as well you know!"

She smiled back. "Don't be so condescending, Locksley! There, is that 'proper English' enough for you?"

"I think that one's French."

"Oh, shut up and help me change these sheets."

~oOo~

Ten minutes later, and Robin and Regina stood in the kitchen, drinking more tea, while she finished frying a small batch of pancakes. "It's always a lot quieter without Henry and the children. Peace and quiet is all well and good, but I still miss-" She was interrupted by Emma bounding loudly down the stairs, blonde hair still damp, tucking her shirt into her pants, as she reached for her keys.

"Sorry babe, no time! I need to go…" With that, she grabbed the spare cup from the worktop, took a large slug of tea, and pulled a pancake into her hand before rolling and forcing a piece in her mouth. "Hmm. So good!" she nearly choked before taking another tea fix. "Gotta run! See ya later…"

With that, she pulled herself into her wife, cupping the back of her head and placing a wet, pancake-stained mouth onto the brunette's lips. Without any thought, she released her hold and turned to Robin, standing on tip toes to also, without asking, place a wet kiss on his own lips. "Great night! Not sure how I'm gonna walk today. Gotta go…"

They watched as the blonde, with half a pancake still clutched in her hand, ran to the lobby before forcing her feet into her boots while pulling her jacket off the peg to curl around her. A small fiddle with the cabinet below to remove her gun, and she was gone.

"And goodbye to you too, Mrs. Swan-Mills!" said Regina to nobody, smiling as her wife ran out.

"She was running late, Regina. Be fair!" The outlaw defended. Then silence, as the pair stood sipping their teas, never taking their eyes off each other.

Regina was the first to break it. "God, I miss coffee! But the taste alone makes me feel sick now."

"That's why I made tea. It relaxes, rather than stimulates. Definitely better for the months ahead."

She rolled her eyes at him but knew he was probably right.

"So, last night?" she said before taking a sip.

"Indeed."

"Indeed? Is that it? Robin, last night you were told that you got two married women pregnant, in the same night! That you're going to be a father to two more children. 'Indeed' doesn't really cut it!"

"What do you want me to say? That I was shocked? That I was going to run off and get on the next plane back to London? Yes, I was dumbstruck when you told me. Then, for a moment I was worried sick that you, Emma or both of you would get abortions! I saw she had doubts. I'm sorry that I've caused so much stress and hassle Regina, but I could never regret having another child with you. Or Emma. Look at Honour? Look how much joy she's brought to your life? I've said nothing, because I don't know what to say! Do you want me to stay away? Be the sort of father who only comes over at weekends to take the kids out and buy them pizza? Because that's not me, Regina! I take being a father very seriously. I want to be in their lives. I need to be in their lives. In your lives!"

"You'll always be their father Robin, and I'd never stop you seeing them. I know Emma feels the same."

"Do you know what it's like, Regina, dropping them off here at night and then going home?" He continued as though he hadn't heard her. "For me, it's only three months ago I had Roland under my canvas every night! I couldn't bear to be parted from him. But now, I have to go back to the forest most nights without him, or Honour. I also have to sleep alone every night, knowing the woman I'm still madly, infuriatingly in love with, has moved on. Moved on with someone far more worthy than me! I don't say much Regina, because sometimes, it breaks my bloody heart…" he stopped as his eyes watered.

Oh god, he's still just as torn as me! "Robin, please don't talk like that - you're the most worthy man I've ever met!"

"It hurts, Gina! I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up. And please don't get me started on Robyn and your sister!"

"I feel the same, you know? It's this true love, soulmate thing. But what if I tell you we can change that? Change so neither of us be parted from them!"

"How? Without hurting Emma, or damaging your marriage?" It was then he saw a hint of guilt in her eyes.

"Robin, don't be angry, but I did something wrong when you were away with Roland. I spied on people, to find out more about you…and Emma."

"What…why? I'm an open book!"

"You remember the day you stormed the clinic and killed Albert Spencer? The day you saved her? Saved me, once again? I heard rumours about what happened. I wanted to find out the truth."

Robin didn't like where this was going but nodded for her to continue.

"I used therianthropy, or shapeshifting, to change myself into something to spy on some of the people who saw what happened. I'm not proud, but I was worried."

"Shapeshifting?" Robin smirked. "Into what?"

"A tabby cat. I went in to Granny's and a couple of bars. Just sitting close, and listening in to gossip. It's been a useful source for me in the past. Well, I had heard rumours about what Gold was up to. About that day at the clinic. About you and Emma."

"Forget rumours, tell me what you found out?"

"It took longer than I thought, but I remember Henry saying Ruby Lucas was there, when you saved Emma. She and Dorothy were at a table in The Rabbit Hole. I went close to Ruby's leg to hear and she hissed at me – typical bloody dog! She almost kicked me when Dorothy picked me up and put me on her lap and started petting me, much to Ruby's disgust! And mine, to be honest! Me, a former queen, being petted?"

"I bet you make a rather beautiful cat. A rather sexy tabby! I would have done the same." He smirked.

"Yes, but I like you! Anyway, I sat there and kept quiet. That's when Ruby started talking…"

"Dot, must you keep on stroking that mangy thing? You don't know where he's been!"

"Oh hush! And I'm pretty sure he's a 'she'! She's lovely. Now get on with the story, Wolfie. You said he kissed Emma?"

"Yeah. Well we all thought she was dead. Robin had just pulled a bullet out of her but there was so much blood! She'd lost loads of it. Robin had her cradled in his arms and he was whispering something to her. She was barely with it, but she said something back to him about taking care of Henry and Regina. Like she knew she was about to die! Robin was trying to keep her awake, telling her she was going to be okay, and just hold on till the doctors came out. That's when she said it."

"That she loved him? You sure you heard right?"

" Wolf hearing, Dot! I wasn't that close, but I picked it up. She said to tell Regina and Henry she loved them…then she said she loved him and something about 'sorry we weren't going to get that second date! She collapsed after that and went still, but her eyes stayed open, but glazed over. Robin definitely said "I love you too, Emma," to her; then he kissed her forehead. That's when it happened!"

"That funny warm golden-ey light? The one you said you felt after you kissed me awake?"

"The same! True love's kiss, Kansas! It was like a hair dryer being blown over me. It was weird! Everyone felt it, but I think only I heard them. Maybe Gold too? He was there."

"But true love's kiss? That can't be right, surely? You told me Regina and Robin were together before he was killed. And now Regina and Emma. But Emma and Robin?"

"Only telling you what I saw and heard, Kansas!"

Robin sat quietly as she retold it, knowing the next questions were going to be awkward.

"Gold also said something odd about it, just not so specific. So, Robin, somehow you brought Emma back to life either by a true love's kiss, or something very similar."

"I…I felt the wave and saw the gold light too. Merlin called it 'octarine'."

"Robin, don't avoid this." She fixed him a beady stare. Do you have feelings for Emma? Yes or no?"

"Yes. But I don't know what they are. I'm in love with YOU, Regina!"

"And I believe you, and I'm very much in love with you, Robin. But this is important. I think Emma has strong feelings for you too, but she's avoiding them, as usual. That's how she handles things. Remember, she's the one who kicked off last night's little…escapade?"

"Regina, I think I know where you're going with this. I like her a lot, but I'm not in love with Emma, and I'm pretty sure she isn't in love with me! She's just very...sexual".

"I don't believe that. I saw the two of you! Last night in bed and before, I saw it. The looks you've been giving each other. This isn't just sex, there's a lot more to it!"

He decided not to argue. "And…let's say there's more to it. Perhaps our friendship is turning deeper? What do we do about it? We have children, Regina. We have others to consider."

~oOo~