As Robin's injuries heal, Emma and Regina offer him a more permanent arrangement to sharing child access as our thruple slowly start to cement their burgeoning relationship.

The Sheriff's Office

It was only two hours later when Hank Morgan, once one of King Arthur's most trusted Knights of the Round Table and now Interim Sheriff of Storybrooke, received a call from Mulan, who was currently sitting with her husband in the forest pub. She'd rung to confirm her leaving schedule, and Hank could hear the background noise, and grinned, realising she was in good company.

"Sounds quite a crowd over there, Mrs. Still-just-about-Deputy Briar? Everything okay?"

"It's fine Hank. I'm still at the Earl, and Robin's just turned up here. So there's a bit of a party going on, as you can imagine? More people keep arriving to celebrate getting their children back safely. There's some reunited parents and babies outside. Henry Mills is here too. He's taking a weekend break."

"Henry's back already? I take it he hasn't told his mothers?"

"Don't think so. I gather Emma's supposed to be ucoming later, but I think he's wanting to surprise her, so don't tell her."

He finished the call, looking out of the office glass to see Emma, the former sheriff and current deputy, her legs on the desk, screwing up sheets of paper and aiming them at the waste bin. She was clearly bored out of her mind, on an exceptionally quiet day.

He walked out to join her. "Emma, I just got a call from Mulan. She's at the Earl of Locksley, and she said there's some sort of commotion, and quite a crowd starting to build over there. Nothing's wrong, but might be a good idea to take a look? Visible presence and all that."

"At Robin's pub? Do we even have jurisdiction there, these days? After what Phil said, I thought his men were effectively the cops there nowadays?"

"Well it wouldn't do any harm now, would it? How about you go see? After all, you did say you were going over to meet someone there after work anyway, didn't you?"

"You said a commotion?"

"Yeah. Just a large gathering. Something's happening, so it wouldn't hurt."

"I'll go check it out. You sure you're okay here?"

He looked across at the overflowing waste basket. "I think I'll survive the deluge, don't you? It's dead, so unless things picks up I'll just be doing admin. Now the Mayor's got us the new software, it should be quite quick. If there's a major catastrophe I'll be sure to call you. So you get off, and let me know if there's anything going on?"

Sherwood

By the time Emma reached Sherwood, a large crowd was spilling out over the lawn outside the pub. She guessed there'd be no problem as John and the boys were usually more than capable of taking on troublemakers; and even if there was, would she be allowed to intervene?

Everybody seemed happy enough. Tables had been placed outside the front, and as she looked closer, it seemed that most of them were filled with couples with young children, or babies. Walking past many smiling faces and through the pub door, she saw a small cluster gathered around the bar and in the centre of it, an all too familiar face. But aA tall brunette woman seemed to be hugging him, perhaps a little too aggressively, before planting several kisses on his cheek!

Emma felt a flash of annoyance, though it quickly evaporated when she noticed he wasn't actually reciprocating, but saying something quietly to her, smiling as she drew back. Irritated, she walked over to find out who the over-amorous woman could be.

"You can't imagine what this means to us, Robin. To have Matty back in my arms again? Derek and I lost all hope, and we just assumed he was, was…" feeling herself getting emotional, a man holding a baby beside her stepped in, bringing an arm around her shoulder.

"We're beholden to you, my Lord. Laura and I assumed the worst long ago; but you've given us back our son. We're forever in your debt."

Robin hadn't even noticed Emma as he lifted himself, awkwardly, from the stool onto his good leg, wincing as he moved, before placing a gentle hand on the woman's arm. "There's no debt, and you're welcome Laura. I'm just so glad we managed to get nearly everyone out of there safe and sound. In fact, the person you really need to be thanking is Mr. Gold. I spent most of my time in the castle, fighting the Black Fairy and her guards. Rumple, on the other hand, was the one who liberated the mines. He was more responsible for rescuing Matty, than me."

"Humble as well as honourable? Your reputation is well known, sir." The man seemed quite teary-eyed. "I'll be sure to go thank him. The three of you are real heroes. Not just the sort who protect their own. I may be just an old tanner, but if there's anything, anything at all, I can do for you, I'll happily oblige, my Lord."

Emma frowned. Only protect their own? Was that supposed to be a dig at me?

As he shook his hand, yet another woman strode up to him. This one, a tall, striking, flamboyantly-dressed brunette, almost barging the tanner out of the way in her rush to grab at Robin.

"Thank you, thank you, Robin Hood! I thought Rose was long gone!"

Emma spotted a smaller, younger, blonde woman moving in closebehind her, holding yet another small child in her arms. It took a while to recognize the older woman. Delphine, the proprietor of the nearest thing to a brothel they had in Storybrooke. She's carefully evaded the Sheriff's Department for years, by always being one step ahead of them when it came to being discovered. Most people in town regarded the 'services' she and her four girls, all older than twenty five, provided as a necessary evil, albeit a distasteful one. They were also discreet, and as no actual harm was kdone, they tended to be left alone.

However, seeing the woman now drape her arms around Robin and drop an unexpected kiss, on his lips? Well, that was one step too far for Emma!

"AH- HEM!"

She made the group turn, Robin noticing her for the first time.

"I hope I'm not disturbing anything?"

"Emma!" Robin had a look of genuine delight on his face, as he beamed back at her. Gently, but firmly, he moved Delphine to one side, before clumsily standing up from his stool again, without his crutch, to face her.

"You're early?" he hobbled a couple of painful steps forward, trying not to flinch, to rest his hands on her waist, tilt his head and, without warning, capture her lips. For a moment, Emma hesitated. But then, ignoring their audience, she received him, draping her hands around the back of his head to steady herself.

However, realising just where she was, she stopped, pulling her head back a fraction to whisper. "Best not? I'm still on duty."

But the woman interrupted them. "Sorry Robin, I understood you were single now? I meant no disrespect." Delphine realised her faux-pas may have been misinterpreted, when she saw the angry look in Emma's eyes.

"None taken, Delphine," but Robin's eyes still never left Emma's. "I'm just pleased Rose is safe and well. As I said to Laura and Derek, you really need to be thanking Gold?"

"Are you, are you two together?" said the confused younger girl, presumably one of Delphine's 'assistants'.

"In a manner of speaking." Robin answered in a 'matter-of-fact-don't-argue' way, trying to spare Emma's blushes.

"We are!" Emma instead replied firmly, not taking her eyes off him either. "Plus, I happen to be carrying his child! Is that 'together' enough for you?"

"Perfectly," said the Madame. "Though I'm surprised. I was under the impression you and Mrs. Swan-Mills were still together?"

"We are. And Robin's very much a part."

"Oh, well…that's lovely. Still, I owe you my Lord. I'm forever in your debt." The brothel owner, for the first time in her life, seemed almost embarrassed.

"You owe me nothing, Delphine," Robin repeated what he'd already told many that day. "Daughters are a precious gift, which I've only recently come to appreciate. Do please take care of her." He and Emma continued staring into each other's eyes, their audience now irrelevant.

"I will." Delphine stepped closer to the pair, ensuring they wouldn't be overheard. "And can I just say, we also offer a wonderful experience for couples? A very discrete, special massage and relaxation therapy, if you understand me? We can easily accommodate a third, if that's your preference? It'll be on lthe house in your case, of course."

"Thanks, Delphine. We'll bear that in mind." He tried desperately to hide a smirk.

As the woman withdrew and left, Emma collapsed with laughter into his chest.

"Did she really just offer...? Actually, I'm not sure what she did just offer us?" he whispered, slightly confused, which just made Emma chuckle more.

"Delphine was offering a lot more than a massage!"

"Oh!" He finally caught on. "I guess we'd best pass on that one, then? Besides, I'm sure it's not a patch on your own 'massage'?" He whispered, remembering the previous night's activities, which had so relaxed him. Eventually.

Emma's cheeks flared. However, their little flirtation was brought to a rapid halt when she heard a familiar voice.

"So, it's all true then?" A familiar figure now stood beside her.

"Henry?" Emma gulped, turning. "HENRY!"

Pulling away from Robin, she quickly pulled her son roughly into her arms, hugging him tightly. Difficult to do when the son in question was now a good eight inches taller and considerably broader than you. It had been over two months since he'd left Storybrooke, and a week since they last spoke and argued. She was hurt, but still missed him terribly. "What're you doing home? I thought you-"

"I took the weekend off, to see you and mum and…to apologise." He looked rightfully contrite, but continued hugging. "Sorry, I never should have spoken to you like that. I over-reacted, yet again, and it was stupid of me."

"Runs in the family! I'm sorry too, Hen," she breathed into his chest. "We surprised you, and I snapped, like I always do."

"No, ma, you've nothing to apologise for this time. But I do! I know you were worried about telling me, and I sounded off at both of you. You didn't deserve that." He still held her close, rather than look her in the face, glancing over to see Robin now sporting a benign smile, giving him a small nod of approval and a thumbs-up. He'd been right. The first thing she would want to do was apologise back. "Just say you forgive me?"

"Stupid question. All forgotten," Emma stood on her toes, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Does your mum know you're back?"

"No, I was going to surprise you both. I got home and Robin was just coming out here. He offered to buy me a beer." The moment he said it, he realized he may have dropped him in it. "Erm, sorry Robin."

"Did he now?" said Emma, arching an eyebrow at the former outlaw.

"I did," Robin was unabashed. "Storybrooke may be in Maine, but Sherwood runs on English rules, which are older and far more sensible! Eighteen years minimum, not twenty-one, but always drink in moderation."

"I beg to differ on that! You've both been here a while. How many have you had? I hope you're not leading him into bad ways, Locksley? Regina may have something to say about that."

"He's only had one pint!" John answered for them. "So's Robin."

She'd hardly noticed they had an audience. "He would have had a couple more, but he's been distracted by all the parents comin' in! You probably saw some of em' outside? Most just came to thank him and Merlin over there…" he pointed to a corner of the room.

Looking across, Emma was surprised to see The Sorcerer, sitting bolt upright with his hands on one of the tables, eyes closed. Opposite him sat his son. Charlie? He sat in the same manner. Between them sat his daughter, Anna, the doctor. All three held the same position, eyes closed and with a weird smile on all their faces.

"What on earth are are they doing? It looks kinda weird? Should we be worried?"

Robin raised a hand, "Don't disturb or go up to them,

"They're having a family get together. They can communicate by a kind of fairy magic. It's a sort of group telepathy? I gather they're having a chat with Rosie and Celia."

"They can do that?" Henry was astonished. "Even though Cee's in the UK and Rosie's on the Jolly? I read something about that in one of grandpa Gold's books, but I didn't realise they could do it in groups? Or long distance. That's awesome! Can you do it, Robin?"

"I'm still learning. I know the basics, but Merlin's teaching me how to fine tune it. It's a mind-reading skill, so you have to be careful not to invade someone's mind, their privacy, too much. Both sides have to have total trust."

"So, it's something you, mum and ma could do with your magic? Me, eventually?"

"In time. Linking into someone's mind is a powerful thing though, not to be taken lightly." Robin and Emma exchanged a look, remembering recent events. "Doing it without consent's abuse, Henry, accidental or not."

As they talked, Emma's phone chirruped, the tone she'd set for receiving family messages. Picking it up, she glanced at one from Regina.

"It's your mum, Henry. She'll be here in an hour, after picking up Ro and Honny. You want me to tell her you're here?"

"No, let's surprise her. I'm going back Monday, and before you ask ma, yes I do have permission. Perhaps when she gets here, we could have a chat? Just the three of us?"

Robin answered for her. "Sounds an excellent idea, Henry. Emma, I'll take the children outside for a play, or take them home? Im sure you two and Regina have lots to talk about, without any distractions."

"But you're still on crutches! How can you 'play' if you can't even walk?"

"The boys and I'll find a way. What about you? You've been working all day, and you're four months pregnant. Let's get you a seat. Fancy a drink? Tuck's got a new line of non-boozy ones in."

"Yup, Mulan says the ginger beer's good for pregnancy sickness, too." John offered. "Sit yourselves down and I'll get it sorted? Rob, you shouldn't be standin' too much either!"

"Yes, Mother Hen, stop fussing!" John's overprotective nature made the Saviour chuckle, but when she looked up at Robin there was an odd twinkle in his eyes. "What you looking at? Do I have something on my face?"

"Yep. A beautiful pair of green eyes, a cute nose and highly-kissable mouth."

"Again, I'm on duty! And I'm sure pretty Henry doesn't want to-" She stopped when she noticed he wasn't even listening, just staring into space, a sad expression on his face. "Henry?"

"What? Sorry ma, I was miles away. I was just thinking about that telepathy thing? About how it could've saved us in the past? I could have avoided being kidnapped. I could've warned Dad. He needn't've died." He looked at Emma, regretting painful times. "Sorry, I know talking about him upsets you."

Robin looked at mother and son, sensing the pain still there, just below the surface.

"I knew your father, Henry. In the Enchanted Forest? He was a remarkable man, selfless, despite his difficult past. The man who ultimately enabled your mother here to be reunited with her family and break a curse, despite nobody realising it at the time. You know, he was the only one ever to escape, not once but twice, Neverland when Pan was at the height of his powers? He thought nothing of putting his life on the line to get back to you, when you were kidnapped. And pretty good with a sword too. Mulan and I have fond memories of him."

"I know some of the stories. I'd like to spend some time with you one day and write them all down? Everyone just keeps spouting that he was a hero, but I really want to know details! How he lived? Who he knew? Why he did what he did? I just feel it's a big piece missing. Yes, he was a hero, but why?"

"He still IS a hero, Henry!"

A new voice interrupted them. Merlin had finished their family 'call', and now stood beside them, Charlie and Anna behind. "Baelfire has, since his death, saved more souls in the Underworld than you could imagine! He and Arthur continue to work wonders down there. You should be extremely proud of him."

"I am Merlin, but it'd be easier if I'd had more time getting to know him, you know?"

"I know, my boy, but you will, one day." He turned to his son and daughter. "Now, let's get that drink? Tuck's boasted of new ales, and he rarely disappoints." Merlin walked to the bar to place his order. His son Charlie had already started talking to a couple of women nearby, who looked starstruck, as though they were being attended by a rock legend. Meanwhile, Anna, still sporting a silly grin, stepped closer to Robin's side.

"Everything okay, Anna? How are your sisters?"

"Cee's great. She's bought into some sort of tech business in the UK, which I didn't quite understand. She's coming back to New York with her boys before Christmas, so she'll be over here to visit again. As for Rosie, she, Tink and Killian are now in Arendelle. Apparently, she met Queen Elsa, who wants to give up the throne for her sister, because Princess Anna and Kristoff now have children, whereas she's still single. Anna had twins a few months ago. A boy and a girl. Elsa thinks Anna and Kristoff should secure the line of succession, though Anna's refusing, saying she should give it time. Anna's great! Apparently, she says Elsa has the hots for Killian!"

Emma had been listening closely as soon as Killian was mentioned. "But…he's not interested in her?" she tried to sound nonchalant, taking another sip from the ginger beer handed her by John earlier. Why wasn't he interested? Elsa's beautiful, stunning even. Tall, blonde like her. Just his type, surely? Although strictly speaking, Emma had never been with another girl until Regina, she and the Queen of Arendelle had kissed. Quite heatedly, the first time she'd ever made out with another woman.

"I don't think so. Besides, Killian's kind of a one-girl guy, that girl being my sister! And Rosie IS pregnant, after all."

The crash of a glass hitting the flagstones and smashing was heard by all.

"Uh, sorry!" Emma turning her fingers to make the offending glass fragments and spill disappear, hoping nobody noticed, but she managed to stop herself, remembering the no-doubt resulting dizziness that it would cause. Robin spotted her hesitation and, his pupils flashing gold momentarily, the glass and all fragments were gone.

"Did she say who's the father?" Henry asked, deciding to draw the sting quickly and get it out the way.

"Why Killian, of course!" Anna answered, as though it was obvious. "She's four months gone, I think. They're both thrilled. We were just talking about dates – I'm kinda hoping they'll come back here to have it. They're heading for Agrabah next, and apparently Elsa's joining them for the trip."

Emma's mind swirled. Her feelings for the former pirate were still there, and, although she'd moved on with Regina, a part of her still wished Killian was around. Just like Neal, her first true love.

It was only seeing the conflicted look on Emma's face, that Annabelle remembered just who her sister's current partner used to date. "Oh, Emma, I'm so sorry! I completely forgot. You and Killian used to be-"

"It's okay, really. I just want him to be happy! After all, it's the past, right? We both moved on." The past. Moved on. So why did it still hurt?

~oOo~

Less than an hour later, Regina walked into the pub, preceded by Roland and Honour, who raced ahead, as usual The children ran up to their father, almost knocking him over as they hugged him.

"Hey, go easy, kids? He's not quite ready for the rough stuff yet!" Emma chuckled. She turned to see her wife, who wore a navy-blue cotton dress that flowed over her new, fuller shape. Clearly tired from the day, her pregnancy bulge clearly visible, but as elegantly beautiful as ever.

"Hi, Babe!" Emma smiled back, still sitting, as Regina leaned over to kiss her.

"I got told off for that," Robin smiled at his brunette lover. "She told me she's still in uniform!"

"Yes, but I'm married to her!" Regina replied, giving her another peck, before moving to Robin's side, to deliver him a small kiss of his own, regardless of who saw. "Have you two been boozing all day?"

"How dare you?" Emma pretended to be offended. "I'll have you know this is non-alcoholic, and anti-emetic! And technically, I'm still on duty, though the station's so dead, Hank kicked me out to check on the crowd here. Locksley's the one who's been in the pub boozing!" She grinned at him. He now had Honour in his arms while Roland had raced off to talk to Merlin about god-knows-what.

"Thanks for that, Emma!" Robin rolled his eyes. "I'd love to have been boozing, as you both so delicately put it, but I've been distracted. I've been here over four hours, and this is only my second pint. If that's boozing I'll be almost teetotal at this rate!"

"You're not getting sympathy from me, thief! We're currently teetotal, thanks to you!"

"It takes two to tango, Gina. Or three, in our case? Anyway, never mind all that, there's someone here to see you." Robin smirked at the figure now right behind her, twirling his finger in a circle. "Turn around?"

"Hello, Mum."

"HENRY? What are you…why…shouldn't you be in-?" She stammered, dragging him into a hug. As with Emma, he towered over her, gathering her in his arms, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

"It's all good. I've just got the weekend off. I go back Monday."

She clutched him tighter, rising on the tips of her toes to place a kiss on his cheek. "It's wonderful to see you, but why are you really here? Weren't you supposed to be somewhere else this weekend?"

"I came to apologise in person, for what I said to you last week. It was cruel and stupid, and I just apologised to Ma, but I needed to do it to both of you!"

Robin watched them, grinning. "You three go talk? I'm going to take Honour and Roland - wherever he's gone - outside for a bit, so take all the time you need. It's Friday, so I fancy take-out tonight. Mexican?"

"Sounds lovely, Robin," Regina never took her eyes, or hold, off her son. 'We'll come out to see you after. Henry, are you staying home tonight?" Her eyes pleaded. Please don't say you're going to Gold's?

"For my own bed and family take-out? Try stopping me." he grinned, waving to move his mothers to a quieter corner table farthest from the bar, still holding the almost empty pint.

~oOo~

They sat together, directly opposite him.

"Henry, is that another beer?" She'd normally scold him, but knowing how he reacted last time Emma overreacted, she decided to stay her hand.

"It is. Legal age is eighteen in Sherwood, based on English law, according to Robin! Far more sensible, I think. It's odd how over here you can buy guns and knives when you're even younger than me, but no alcohol? Seems the wrong way around to me. Perhaps you should take it up with the proprietor?" He saw his older mother's legendary scowl, primed ready for her usual tart response. "However, before you flip, and then I flip, I should say I've only had one pint so far. Anyway, let's not change the subject. Let's talk about you two and Robin. What's happening?"

The women exchanged an awkward look, wondering how this should go. Emma jumped in first. "Henry, your mum and I aren't looking forward to this, but we'll try to be honest. What do you want to know?"

"How far along are you with each of your pregnancies? When did you find out?"

"Emma, I'll start?" Regina sat up, reaching for her hand. "We fell pregnant around the same time. I found out first, after I felt some morning sickness a couple of months later. Your mother found out shortly after me, when I went for a check-up at the hospital. We decided to hold off telling anybody, including you, until we had decided what to do. And second, to make sure we both got through the first three months, or trimester. There's a much higher risk of losing it up until then, so we wanted to be sure. We had to tell you when we did, because last week your grandmother overheard something and reacted in her usual way! We'd planned for you to be the first one we told, after Robin, but things happened."

"Roland said grandma punched Robin? How's she and Grandpa taking all this?"

"It was more a slap than a punch, to be fair," but Emma still looked annoyed as she remembered it. "I saw her in the hospital later, but I told her I didn't want to see her again until she apologised to him. Dad hasn't said anything to me yet, though I admit I'm starting to miss him more, quite frankly. He's usually the balanced one!"

"You told me on the call, before I blew up, that it was unplanned? That's what I don't understand. How can both of you get pregnant at the same time? Sorry…I don't mean how; obviously I know that! But…but…at the same time? Did you wish for it or something, and magic somehow…I dunno, got involved"

Regina's cheeks pinked. "Obviously we won't be discussing the more intimate details, but all I will say is that feelings between Robin and I have always been strong. Don't forget, he was murdered saving my life! And while your mother can speak for herself..." She glanced at Emma for support, taking her hand. "It's fair to say their relationship has changed, too."

Emma nodded. "I've fallen in love with him Henry, it's as simple as that. When he first came back, I was angry, with him and Killian, for returning. Crazy, right? They died saving us, in their own way. I loved Killian, after your father of course. And yet, after only a few days, things between me and Robin started changing. It's really hard to explain it, but after we reached an understanding, it escalated. He took me on an evening out, and things kinda developed."

"Clearly, seeing as you're now pregnant! That's like, only around the time he came back? Are you even sure he's-"

"I really hope you're not about to ask whether he's the father? Because your mum and I would find that offensive. Neither of us has been with anyone else, and although we thought we were taking precautions, Robin now has very powerful magic, that even he's trying to understand!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I'm just trying to understand? So, you're keeping the babies, and it looks like I'll be having a couple of brothers or sisters soon? But how does that leave things with Robin? Has he moved in?"

"We've asked him to stay in the guest room while he's recovering, but he used your room last night as it was made up. We haven't thrashed out the details yet," said Emma. "But as he's soon going to be the father of four kids living with us, he's going to be a permanent fixture, anyway."

"Henry, do you have a problem with that?" Regina was still wary.

"No…no problem, though that's not what I meant. I'm asking about your relationship with him. You and mum are married, and you've now got a significant other moving in. What will he be to you? To both of you?"

"I'm not sure whether we want to discuss that with you right now. That's between the three of us only at this stage. We'll see in the fullness of time."

"That's fair, though you may want to make the position clearer for folks living around here? It may not be any business of theirs, but Roland and Honour have to mix with everyone when you two don't! This changes everything for them."

Regina frowned, looking to her wife who nodded in agreement. "So, what do YOU think Henry? About Robin living with us?"

"You want me to be honest?" His mothers nodded. "Well…he's a cool guy. Really cool. He's loved by almost everyone in both towns. He's a fantastic father to Ro and Honny. He's a natural, and kind and considerate and when he was with mum the first time time around, I saw how happy he made her. How can you not like someone who died to save your mum? I used to imagine him as my own dad, as I hardly got to know my real one. And if it's true that he and ma have fallen in love with each other, as Roland said, then I think there's only one thing left to do."

"Which is?" asked Regina.

"Precisely what Aurora and Philip did with Mulan. Ask him to marry you, and make it official?"

Mifflin Street - Two nights later

It was a warm Sunday night. Robin, still temporarily living in their spare bedroom, now felt almost restored. Hobbling now, without the use of crutches, he'd spent the last three days surrounded by family and loved every minute. Honour seemed to gravitate to his room every night, snuggling under the covers to be with him, and Roland joining them a few times. John had collected Robyn from Zelena's cottage, dropping her off at the mansion on Saturday night, and Robin had delighted in reading them bedtime stories, before he kissed them goodnight. However, as they couldn't settle, they clambered into their father's bed.

And that's how Regina found them, as she prepared herself for bed. Just knowing he was in their house, so close, still had an effect on her. After looking in Honour's bedroom, seeing the empty bed and guessing where they were, she walked across to the guest bedroom, silently opening the door. Her heart melted at the sight. There was Robin, asleep in the centre, his daughters resting on either side of his chest, looking content and safe, while Robin himself had a satisfied smile. It was a beautiful sight. Could she really have all this, and Emma? How on earth did she deserve it?

Frankly, she wanted Robin in her bed, as did Emma. But with all the children around, it was thought best to stick to their respective rooms. Emma seemed just as frustrated and, a clumsy half-hearted and unsuccessful attempt at lovemaking between the two women the previous night had done nothing to alleviate her own irritation. And now, looking at the three lying together, she sighed as two arms curled gently around her sides to rest on her growing bulge.

"Hi," Emma whispered. "Hot chocolate?"

"No thanks." She whispered back. "I was just checking, when I found Honour's bed empty."

"I guessed. Maybe we should have that talk with him about moving in permanently? The one we we going to have before he went off on that stupid jaunt?"

"Perhaps. I'm just worried."

"Why? Do you think he'll say no? Gina, he's being asked by not one, but two gorgeous women, to move in with them and his kids! We're pregnant by him, and you know he worships you. And he even claims he's in love with me? What's to lose?" Her whispering became louder. "And if he does refuse, he's a fucking idiot!"

"I totally agree - I would be!" said a deeper whispering voice, from the bed. "And by the way, you're crap at whispering, Emma!"

"You're supposed to be asleep!" admonished Regina, smirking. "We're talking about you, not to you!"

"Begging your pardon, miladies, but you worry too much." Honour snorted on his left side, still sound asleep. "Emma, please just ask me your question?"

"All right, jug-ears! We'd like you to consider moving in permanently. You've Honny and Rolly, plus you've put both of us in the club. You've-"

"I think it takes two to do that Emma - or in our case, three? Even so, the answer's yes."

"Yes? Just like that?"

"Well not quite. I wasn't lying when I said I've fallen in love with both of you. There's nothing I want more than to bring up our children together, all three of us. Though there's a couple of things I need you both to agree on?"

The women looked to each other, wondering what was coming. "Such as?"

"The forest is a big part of me. I have Maria, Caroline and the men. They're family too, so I want to keep a base in Sherwood, as well as here. Not during school days obviously. There's a large suite of rooms at the Earl, plenty big enough for all of us."

"You expect all of us to move to Sherwood?"

"No, of course not. Emma, your family's here, and your friends. I just want us to have a second home. It's only a few miles away, and money is no longer an issue for any of us. I thought it could work when they're not at school? I am running the Earl as a business, after all."

The women looked at each other, neither seeing any particular problem. "That seems fair. What's the other thing?"

"If I'm to sleep here, we get a new bed for this room? This one's bloody awful! and that's coming from someone who used to sleep on the ground! God alone knows how the girls manage in it."

They sniggered. They all knew that, once things had settled, it was unlikely he would be spending most nights in anywhere but their own bed. "Agreed. How are you feeling?"

"In desperate need of a bath! I've only had a rubdown with a cloth the last few days while I had the plaster then the bandages. I stink!"

"Probably, but no more than usual!" Emma teased him. "Wanna hand?"

"Only easing these two off me, so I can stand?"

The women went either side, lifting the children gently from him to lay them back down. He immediately apparated on to his feet, before quietly hobbling out of the room, and into the wives' bedroom, with their adjoining bathroom. The women followed close behind, unsure how unsteady he would be as he hobbled, proudly, without crutches. Moving slowly to the large slipper bath, he turned the taps on before clumsily slipping off his boxers, to the obvious delight of the two women behind as they admired his tight, white little buttocks, now on display. Emma felt like a pervert looking on, though she was the first to comment.

"Let me get you some foam bath? It'll feel good." She appeared to his right, a bottle of something in hand as she poured it into the cascading water. He waited a few minutes for the large bath to fill then gingerly stepped in, easing himself slowly into the warmth.

"Better now?" Regina saw the blissful look on his face as the foam encompassed him.

"So much better!" He groaned, before remembering he'd just taken over their bathroom. "Sorry, am I in the way?"

"Nope. we can use the loo next door till you're done. Though you don't mind if we get ready for bed?"

"Of course not. Just pretend I'm not here…" As he sank back, he opened his eyes to see Emma, already now stripped down to her bra and knickers, looking at herself in one of the two mirrors, as she brushed her teeth. As she then moved to wash her face, Regina now came in to join her, also just in underwear, as they stood side-by-side, completing their ablutions; clearly a nightly ritual and completely at home in each other's space.

He couldn't take his eyes off them. The blonde and the brunette, side-by-side, both beautiful, strong, and sassy in their own right. But together they were captivating. The most wonderful women in all the realms, here with him. They exchanged little comments, which he didn't pick up on during his admiring gaze. Then they were facing each other, looking down at growing bellies, seemingly comparing notes. Robin tried to focus on what they were saying.

"You're carrying much lower than me. I reckon that's a girl!" Emma pointed at her wife's soft bulge.

"No, it's just the same as yours, but you're an inch taller. With Honour it was more spread. I think we're both carrying boys!"

"Oh I'm definitely carrying the boy. Henry was out front, like now." In the mirror, Emma spotted him staring back at them. "Robin, what do you think? Boy or girl?"

"I think I'm the luckiest man alive! I'm lying here in a luxurious bath, looking at two semi-naked goddesses comparing bellies with my babies inside them. Unfortunately, as a result I'm now also a man with a raging hard-on, who can't get out of this bath without serious embarrassment!"

Regina now looked up. "Well we can't have that now, can we? It's a shame, I've bought some stretch mark cream I was hoping you'd apply? Still, I guess we'll have to take care of each other, as usual, instead."

He wasn't going to miss that opportunity. "Well, I guess it's not something that you haven't seen before, is it? Perhaps give me another ten minutes?"

~oOo~

After his soak, with his left leg still a little numb, Robin slowly and awkwardly clambered out of the bath, magicking himself into a large white cotton robe, before walking out and into the bedroom.

The sight before him took his breath away. Regina and Emma now lay on soft cotton towels on the large bed, heads either end, still in their underwear. They seemed to be massaging some sort of cream into each-others toes and feet? Regina saw the puzzled look on his face.

"It's not so easy bending over to dry yourself, when you're this shape?" She explained. This shape being thanks to you! didn't need to be added. She pointed towards a tray beside the bed holding two small bottles of oil, one clear and one blue, and several small hand towels.

"Would you do the honours?" Emma turned herself around to now face him, before lying beside the brunette, an odd look on her face that reminded him of the first night they'd seduced him.

"You don't need to ask." He picked up the clear bottle. "Is this the stuff you used on me the other day?"

"The blue bottle is. It's from Agrabah, and Princess Jasmine swears by it. It smells divine and she said it can be used safely all over the body. The clear bottle is oil to prevent or reduce stretch marks. We're going to get a lot bigger than this, Robin, and nobody wants to be left with unnecessary wrinkles after. So, would you mind?"

"Certainly. Though I don't want to get oil on your clothes. May I?" With a smirk and a flick of his fingers, two bras and two pair of panties now lay in a neat single pile beside the bed, and the women lay completely naked before him, a look of surprise on both faces. He knew what he felt like doing right now, and it had nothing to do with moisturiser!

"Hmm, that's much better! Emma, may I work on you first?"

"You may, but I think we need to balance things up a bit?" With a flick of her own magic, his dressing gown and boxers now also lay on top of the underwear pile, leaving him completely naked too.

Pretending not to be bothered, and desperate to avoid letting himself get too aroused (at least, not yet), he carefully palmed a small amount of the oil from the clear bottle, before slowly moving his warm hands gently over Emma's stomach and abdomen, not pressing down but working it into her skin, carefully avoiding going too low or touching the faint line of trimmed pubic hair as he roamed. As he reached the tops of the thighs, delving in, but never too close to her centre, Emma groaned. She loved the feel of his warm, confident hands, realizing he'd definitely done this before. Perhaps to Regina, or Marian. She didn't care, she just knew it felt good.

"Hmm – that's nice."

For Emma, the experience seemed to be over far too quickly as she opened her eyes to find he was now already working on Regina similarly. She saw the look of bliss on her wife's face. "Ladies, I would happily cover a wider area for you but I'm not sure how safe this other oil is? I gather some can cause irritation?"

"No, you're right to be cautious. The other, blue bottle's for all-over use. It has an olive oil base, with lots of exotic ingredients but according to Jasmine, can even be used…internally." Regina used the last word with a grin worthy of the Evil Queen.

"Lucky old Aladdin!" said Emma, remembering the other Saviour's few days in Storybrooke.

"Well in that case, ladies, a full body massage it is..." After towelling his hands dry of the first oil, he now repeated with the blue bottle's contents, which were far more fluid, and held a lot more for such a small bottle. Robin could smell the soothing aromas of frankincense, possibly jasmine, patchouli, myrrh, musk and a couple of others with which he was less familiar. It smelt wonderful, and clearly seemed to be having a remarkable effect on Emma, who moaned gratefully as he worked over her shoulders and arms. Regina now rested on her side, watching with interest, as he tenderly worked the oil into Emma's sides, gently but firmly enough to be felt, working around her breasts, avoiding the peaks and being careful to respect her dignity. Or at least until she asked him not to! His hands continued roaming down as he shifted lower for access, wincing a little as his recently broken leg had to adopt a new position to support him. Avoiding the already massaged areas, his hands now worked her left hip, front and back, one hand cupping her buttock and squeezing gently as the oil spread. Emma gasped loudly when his left hand worked around the top of her inner thigh, gently sliding to squeeze the limb. He meticulously worked all points on her leg, avoiding the feet, before continuing at her left hip. As his right hand now rolled between the thighs, always being careful to avoid her core, Emma's whole torso rose, almost in expectation of his touch, and Regina could see her wife, eyes closed in concentration, in utter bliss.

A bliss that seems to be turning Regina herself on, as she watched. "It must be my turn by now, surely?" she whispered in Emma's ear.

"Not yet - he's missed a couple of bits!" She moaned, noticeably parting her legs a little wider. "I'm quite sure I paid for the gold service?"

Robin and Regina looked at each other in shock, before he started chuckling, causing Regina to laugh in turn. "Get in the queue, bitch - I'm still waiting for my turn!"

Robin smiled at them, before once again filling a palm with the blue oil, noticing that the bottle seemed to be as full as it was when he started? Again he began working it all across Regina's body. As with Emma before, she groaned in delight, savouring every squeeze, every touch, every near-miss on her most delicate areas. Robin was now savouring her reactions, becoming more emboldened as he saw Emma now eyeing the brunette with envy. After a good fifteen minutes, he pulled back onto his haunches.

"Now then, would you both like me to do your backs – or would you prefer Emma's Gold Service? It seems a small price to pay for the 'Platinum Service' you gave me the other evening?"

Regina's eyes flew open, meeting Emma's. They exchanged an evil grin. "Need you ask?"

"Very well. Lie still, side-by-side if you'd be so kind? And close your eyes. Seriously, close your eyes now!"

The pair did as instructed, Regina sliding her left arm under Emma's slippery shoulder, pulling herself closer. Emma slid her oiled right arm behind Regina's back, as they lay together, hips now touching. Robin considered, only for a moment, how best to proceed. Summoning his magic, he rose, floating above them, which allowed himself to ease the ache in his bad leg. Moving toward their heads first, he placed a warm kiss on Emma's mouth, then Regina's in turn, savouring their individual tastes as his tongue skirted their lips.

"No peeking now!" He whispered, floated lower, surveying the visions before him. Their breasts, growing slightly fuller due to pregnancy, showed nipples hardening in expectation. He cupped his left hand on Regina's left breast, his right hand on Emma's right peak, before pushing the two breasts gently together, allowing the two turgid peaks to graze gently against one other, almost in combat. Regina opened an eye at the odd, sensitive feeling and her breath hitched as she watched him roll the two nipples, one dark and one pink, together. "Don't play!" she warned, regretting it as he swiftly pulled both little peaks into his mouth, grazing both with his teeth, slowly pulling back and making both women hiss in unison. "Jeez!" Emma groaned. "Oh god!" moaned Regina.

As he feasted on the two hard nubs, twirling his tongue around both in a figure of eight, he used his magic to make himself float lower. His hands then drifted over two freshly-oiled bellies, but this time they weren't stopping. Both women seemed to instantly know what he was planning, and as Emma's thighs parted willingly, Regina lifted her left leg up, parting her thighs before lowering it onto the inside of Emma's right, opening them both fully up to what was to come.

Holy fuck, just look at them? Don't mess this up, Robin, he prayed, as both hands continued their journeys, his right moving directly down between Emma's thighs, his left to Regina's, cupping both mounds, before working his fingers around the edge of their centres in tandem, delighted when he heard appreciative moans. Pressing his palms on the sensitive areas above, he didn't want to rush; just give them the sort of explosive relief they'd given him days before.

Emma opened an eye, squinting to see what he was up to. To her astonishment, she saw the faintly ridiculous image of this naked man now floating inches above them! As she watched, she felt his warm hand between her legs, and saw his left on Regina, presumably giving her the same treatment. She was about to say something sarcastic, but stopped when she felt warm fingers entering her, probing, while his thumb rolled gently over her clitoris. That's when she felt the electric 'buzz', which made her shudder. She turned her head to face Regina's.

"Oooooh!" moaned the brunette, finally opening her own eyes. Seeing her staring right back, inches away, she pulled her in, her mouth latching onto Emma's in an urgent kiss. Tongues wrestled in their familiar mating ritual, until Regina breath suddenly hitched as Robin sucked on her own clit with his lips. The wives now curled their upper bodies in towards one another, hands wrapping around cheeks to aggressively deepen the kiss as much as they could, given their positions. Emma's tongue was now firmly embedded in her wife's mouth, sliding up the inside of her cheek, as Regina's massaged it. It was wet, it was messy, and it was wonderful!

Robin heard the moaning above, as he worked to build them to their peaks. Seeing the wetness now starting to flow from them both, coating his hands, he eased two of the fingers of his right hand, already smeared with Emma's essences, out of her before plunging them back in again alongside his third finger. A loud "Uuugh!" came from the Saviour, as he did the same into Regina's. As he developed a rhythm, starting to work the pair in tandem, his thumbs pressed gently down onto two hard nubs, earning an incomprehensible curse from the Queen, their kissing broken as she pulled back to look down. "Enjoying yourself down there?" she croaked, beaming back at her partner as he settled into his rhythm.

"So very much..." he managed, before latching his lips around Emma's clit, sucking and earning a loud hiss. Emma loved watching Regina come. It was one of her favourite moments when they made love. Faces now inches away from each other, brown and green eyes stared back at one another as Robin continued ploughing into them. That's when Emma felt something tighter below, realizing he must have inserted a third, possible even a fourth, finger. And seeing Regina twitch, she knew she'd just got the same feeling. "I'm very close! You?" She breathed into Regina's mouth. The brunette's eyes started fluttering, the tell-tale sign of an orgasm starting to take over.

"Nnnngh!" was all she could manage, as the pulsing from her core began. Seeing her starting to lose her senses and control had an immediate effect on Emma, whose own body responded in kind. "Oh fuuuuck..." she groaned. Instead of pulling each other into another kiss, they just continued to stare at one another, pulling even tighter as a left and right breast squashed together, both relishing watching the orgasm hit the other. And they did. Together! Emma's eyes watered and her lips trembled. Regina's fierce brown eyes squinted, as she dragged her teeth over her lower lip.

They came, loudly, shaking, yelling each other's names into their faces in worship, as Robin continued working below, regardless.

~oOo~

As breathing eventually calmed, the pair slowly peeled apart, the eastern and oriental scents of the oil now combining, with other, more earthy essences. Emma watched as Robin, having now removed his fingers, still remained magically floating above them, hovering a good two feet over them, with an oh-so-smug look on his face.

"I trust the Gold Service was to your satisfaction? You'll be recommending me to your friends?"

"The 'service', as you call it, was most acceptable. However, if you dare offer it to anyone else we know, it will no longer be required ever again!" Regina insisted, sporting a lecherous grin.

As he now licked his right and left index fingers, theatrically savouring them in turn, Emma couldn't resist asking. "So come on, which of us tastes best?"

"Well, this one…is rich, exotic and mellow," he rose, slowly wiping his left ring finger, which had been inside Regina, across Emma's lips. She smirked, giving the digit a little nip with her teeth. "And this one…vibrant, tangy and intoxicating!" He wiped his right little finger across Regina's lips. She dragged her tongue across it with a grin. "But together…" he now pulled both middle fingers into his own mouth, sucking on them exaggeratedly with his eyes shut. "They make the perfect blend!"

"Underneath it all, beneath all that British voice and flattery, you really are just an old pervert, aren't you Locksley?" Emma chuckled. But she was neither shocked nor disgusted by his display, which she found, oddly erotic?

"Less of the old, thank you! Now, I best leave you to your sleep..." He lowered himself back onto his feet, still unsteady as his left leg was still aching. Worse, he was still naked, and sporting a noticeable semi-erection. So using his magic, he covered himself with silk black boxers and a dressing gown. "So I'll bid you good night, miladies. I'll-"

"You'll do no such thing!" Regina scowled back, using her own magic to instantly remove his clothes again. "We paid for the full treatment! So get back here!"

~oOo~