The rest of Storybrooke gets to learn about the unusual relationship developing between the former Evil Queen, the Saviour, and Robin Hood. Meanwhile, Rumple and Belle try to work together for the sake of their baby son after his rescue from the Dark Realm.

Mifflin Street

Saturday morning was a slow start. Robin, usually the earliest riser, had once again woken to find himself in the middle, Emma and Regina wound tightly into him, heads resting either side of his chest. They'd finally fallen asleep after nearly an hour of lovemaking, with him finishing off by spooning Emma as she lay in the middle. Somehow, they'd switched positions, as so often, during the night. He'd never complain. It was, after all, wonderful to once again have these two goddesses pinning him down. But annoyingly, lying on his back had again left him with a parched throat and an urgent need to pee.

Extricating himself carefully from the bottom of the bed, he was relieved to find his bad leg was now becoming more co-operative. Standing, and apparating a pair of boxers to cover himself, he crept silently into the bathroom, quickly relieving himself before washing and leaving to go down and make tea. Stopping only to take off the magic shield on the bedroom door, he stepped onto the landing.

~oOo~

Closing the door behind him carefully, he was more than surprised to find his two daughters sitting quietly on the landing, playing with toys and whispering to one another, a short distance from the door.

"Morning daddy!" Honour sported a cheesy grin.

"Hi papa!" her elder half-sister added.

"Girls? What the - what are you doing up this early?" He knelt down to deliver a peck to the top of both heads.

"It's not early silly, it's late!" Robyn countered. "Henry made breakfast, and he took Rolly to soccer. You weren't in your room."

"Henny said you might be in with mums, but we couldn't get inna door, and he couldn't magic us in. So he said we have to wait till you got up."

Robin was silently relieved his new spell to soundproof and lock it had worked. The last thing Emma and Regina would want is the girls trooping in to find the three of them like that. Honour had already blundered in recently, but he wasn't ready for them to be witnessed by Henry as well.

"All right, if you've already had breakfast, come with me while I have some? I'm going to make your mums some tea. I also promised Roland I'd go to his match, so I'll tell them you're downstairs after that."

"Okay. I'll go for a wee first, and come down?"

~oOo~

In the kitchen, after making a pot of tea, he lifted his eldest daughter onto the high kitchen stool, to chat. Robin had spent a lot less time with Robyn than his other girl, and was hoping for a few minutes alone with her. He avoided all mention of her mother. Since he'd returned from England, he'd had two sessions with Archie Hopper, to help learn to control his visceral hatred of Zelena. The wise counsel had advised him to use intermediaries in dealings with her regarding Robyn, so John and the guys regularly collected or dropped her off at the mansion, or the pub, on his behalf.

Although her hair and eyes showed a look of Zelena, Robyn had a shy, gentle nature compared to the former Wicked Witch, who thankfully was now almost magically powerless. Heading towards her sixth birthday, the girl showed some strong artistic skills, like Roland, and her bedroom at the pub was littered with paintings, drawings and sketches. Intelligent for her age, she'd been placed in a faster learning stream at school, and whilst excelling in grades, showed a love for outdoor life in the forest, having made an easy friendship with Alan-a-Dale and his husband, who took her under their wing when she and Honour came to stay.

"Robby, would you like to come watch Roland's game with me? I'll be leaving shortly."

"No thanks. But I'd love to come with you and Honny to help Aunty Maria when the deer babies come? If you'll let me?"

"Of course you can. We don't know when exactly, only the doe knows that, but Maria said she'll give us a few hours notice, so I'll call you as soon as I know?" He poured two mugs of tea to take up, though as he placed them on the tray, his youngest walked into the kitchen, giggling.

"You took your time in the bathroom, young lady? Something funny? Something you'd like to share?"

"Um...I popped in on mummy and mamma to wake them up, cos it's late. An' they were snuggled up. But they didn't have any clothes on!" she sniggered, as though the sight of her bare mothers was the funniest thing ever.

"Oh…" Robin tried his best not to smirk. "Maybe they were too hot? You know, now you're older, Honny, you should always knock, before you go into a grown Jo's bedroom in future! They could be getting changed, or anything."

"But you had clothes on when you came out, daddy?"

"Yes...well, maybe it's because I'm used to living outside, so I don't really get too hot. Or cold. But you need to always knock before going in, just in case your mums need private time."

"What, for kissing and cuddling?"

"Yes. Kissing and cuddling too…" Thank god they're still too young! "You'll understand when you're older. Grown ups need their private time."

Robyn just frowned. "Mummy told me off once for not knocking when I went in! She got really angry! Though I think it was because she still had someone in with her. She had no clothes on, either."

Robin tried to hide his surprise. Zelena in a relationship? Whoever it was, his daughter was living there. He had to know if there could be a problem?

"Oh, so your mum was with someone? Anybody you know?"

"Miss Belle from the library. I saw her come out of mum's room early in the morning once before, but she didn't notice me that time. This time I went in a bit too early and mummy got really cross!"

Belle and Zelena? Rumple's wife? He'd never thought either of them liked women that way. Then he remembered something Gold said about him giving up trying to repair his marriage. Was Zelena another cause of their breakup? He also remembered something about the Dark One being forced to make a magic vow to Zelena in New York, never to harm her. Though the man had even more reason to kill her than he did! He needed time to think how it'd affect his daughter. Does Regina know?

But his thoughts were interrupted when his phone rang. A text from Roland:

'Dad, you weren't in your bedroom. Henry's given me a lift to football. Match starts at 1100 and should be all done by 1300. Can you come watch me?'

Good. That'd give him time to eat, freshen up, wake Emma and Regina, and hopefully go a little earlier to watch him from the start. He texted a reply.

'Sure. Just held up, but I'll come to see you later. Love you x'

The next message below it was from Henry:

'I'm taking Rolly to the fields for soccer – though he says I have to call it football! Ma should've done it, but seems she slept in.'

Then another:

'The girls woke up, so as you weren't in the guest room, and mums' door was locked, I had to leave them. CU later.'

Then came a final message, making him cringe:

'Thank god you sorted out that doorlock and the soundproofing? Now get them a new alarm clock please?'

~oOo~

As he entered the bedroom, he smiled when he saw they were still sound asleep, though as usual, they'd gravitated together in his vacated space. They looked serene, content just lying in each other's arms. He left their cups either side of the bed, tempted to just sit and stare, rather than wake them. He sat on the edge on Emma's side, grinning as his thoughts went back to what they'd all been doing just a few hours earlier.

Earlier...

After their most intense bout of lovemaking, Robin being over-careful in their fecund state, they'd all sat drawing breath, while Regina looked at him, a puzzled expression on her face. As they drank glasses of water, all sitting facing one another. The questions and answers that followed led to all of them discovering something new about their lovers:

"You're a dark horse, aren't you, thief? I'd no idea you could be so…pervy?"

Regina's aside took him by surprise. "Perverted, my lady? To what are you referring?" Robin acted nonplussed.

"That weird nipple-on-nipple thing? Rubbing Emma's into mine? Don't get me wrong, it felt quite nice, I suppose, if somewhat ticklish. But it seemed a little kinky to me!"

"Well I wouldn't call it kinky, exactly. Erotic maybe? Making love with you both is wonderful, and I have to admit, even if it does sound a bit strange, I love seeing your breasts pressed together. I don't have them, you do, and they are, like the rest of you, delightful. Is that kinky? Perhaps, perhaps not."

But Emma was in a mood to embarrass him. "What else do you like seeing, Mr. Locksley? What else floats your boat?"

My boat?"

"Turns you on?"

"Many things about you two, but I've already answered one question; I think it's your turn, don't you? After all, if you really want me to be open about this sort of thing, it's only fair you expect the same?"

"Go ahead, ask," Emma shrugged, as Regina nodded. "Ask me whatever you want. I'm a modern girl and completely unshockable. You can't embarrass me. Or Gina, for that matter."

"Unshockable? Well we'll see, won't we? What's the most erotic, stimulating thing you've seen Regina and I 'do' together...so far?"

"That's easy. Watching her going down on you. Gina's a class act, so seeing her with your cock in her mouth and her eyes closed, sucking hard, is so out of character, it's a real turn-on. If it's just been inside me, even more so!"

Regina almost spat her tea out! She was genuinely shocked by Emma's crude admission. But before she could react, she carried on. "So what about you? What's the most erotic thing you've seen the two of us do, that does it for you?"

But he wasn't to be cowed, knowing her game. "I rather like seeing you on top of her actually. Y ou, just lying between her legs, hip-to-hip, breast to breast, her legs wrapped around the back of you as you grind yourself into her. Also, perhaps that thing you do, where you lift her leg over your shoulder, move in between, open each other up and press yourselves together? That never fails! I could happily just watch you do that for ages."

"You mean 'tribbing'?" Regina now decided to brave it and join in, realising they were just trying to out-shock each other. Three could play at that game! "Yes, it feels good, but it's quite hard work to actually come like that! It also makes your thighs ache? There's a lot of jiggling about. But when we finally do get the clits lined up and rubbing together, well that can feel wonderful."

Judging by his pinking cheeks, she'd succeeded in making him feel awkward. Or aroused?

"Oh yeah," Emma wasn't done. "Got to agree. So what about you, Gina? What's the most horny thing you've seen Robin and me do?"

"There's been a few. I rather like seeing him on top, just ploughing you into the mattress. Particularly that angry gritted-teeth look on your face when you peak! I also love seeing the look on his face when he's going down on you. Like he's enjoying a feast without a knife and fork? I guess it must be rare for a woman to learn about performing cunnilingus on another from a mere man, but I have."

Robin blushed even more at the high praise. Mere man? He definitely wasn't expecting this!

Emma nodded. "So who taught you? She just basically said it wasn't her. Most guys I've met only go down if you ask, but you can tell they don't really want to, even if they expect it in return! But you seem to really get into it? Who made you the King of Cunnilingus?"

He almost choked on his drink, but feigned it with a smirk. "Thanks for the high praise! I guess thanks should go to Marian. And her former ladies' maid, Sophia."

"You were with her maid, before Marian herself?"

"No. The three of us were together, briefly. Of sorts. Nothing serious, but in her time my Marian was quite the lustful lady! Though we'd never be unfaithful to one another. She came from a landed, wealthy family, related to the King, and was sent to a nunnery for a year for her education. We experimented, told each other what we liked; showed each other…"

"She was bisexual?" Emma sounded surprised. "I'd never imagined that from the brief time I knew her when I time travelled. She was certainly stunning, but didn't seem that way?"

"What way's that? Like you and Regina? Or Mulan, or Aurora, or even Ruby? All very different women. Is there a 'type'?" Both women nodded, seeming to agree. "Next question's mine, I believe? Do you two ever indulge in bondage, or that sort of thing, or have any sex toys?"

Now it was Emma's turn to spit out her drink. " Wow! We're really going there, aren't we?" she chuckled.

But Regina merely gave him a devilish grin. "Yes. To both. We even have a selection. And, if you're a very good boy, one day we may even introduce you to them."

"Then I shall endeavour to be a very good boy indeed! I could imagine you'd make quite the delicious dominatrix, Regina."

"Actually, I'm usually the dom..." Emma gave him an innocent smile. "Though we do swap over quite regularly, don't we? Though I think I could enjoy having another 'sub' involved?" She couldn't avoid the heated look on his face, and, taking a sneak peak, the now prominent bulge in his boxers. "Perhaps we should lighten up the questions a bit. Robin, if Gina and I didn't exist, and you HAD to choose someone else we knew, currently living, to be with; one woman, and one man. Who would you choose?"

"Hmm...that's difficult. I'm not really into men, and I personally can't stand the overly feminine-type men. So I guess I would choose someone like August Booth? For the woman, if she was living here, I'd rather like Celia Sage, or if she were unattached, Ruby Lucas. How about you, Emma?"

"I'd have to agree with you on Ruby for the girl!" That earned a scowl from Regina. "What? Babe, you know she's hot! And those legs are to die for! As for the guy, have you seen Merlin's son, Charlie? He looks like a Greek god! Maybe he's a bit young, and I'm not in his league, but, phoar!"

Regina knew Emma had a thing for Ruby, so, she decide to go controversial herself. "Yes, Charles Sage is stunningly beautiful, for a man. But a bit too classic and chiselled for me, I think. I like my men more rough and natural. So, if Robin didn't exist, I'd choose David Nolan. He has everything."

Emma frowned. "Fuck, Gina? That's my dad you're talking about! C'mon...please?"

"But you wouldn't have existed darling, would you?" she replied sweetly.

Robin laughed, knowing the only reason she'd said it was to get a reaction. "You didn't say who your choice of woman would be, Regina. If Emma didn't exist?"

"Hmm. Well, Ruby Lucas is certainly very striking. But I think I'd want a more mature woman. Perhaps Caroline, your cousin? She's lovely. Elegant, feminine, intelligent, beautiful, and kind. Any man, or woman, would be blessed to have her. Whale's definitely punching far above his weight there!"

"So she's all the things I'm not then?" Emma had a clear look of jealousy written all over her face.

"Don't be silly, my love. This, as you said, is just make believe. I've fallen in love with you, so very deeply, and you're more beautiful than all of them; and I'm yours forever. Now, all this talk has made me feel horny again. What say we go for round three?"

~oOo~

The present...

Robin's mind flew back to the present, as Regina rolled away from Emma, beginning to stir. She started yawning. "What are you doing? What time is it?"

"Just after eleven. I brought you tea, but thought you needed a lie-in, after last night's exertions?"

"Eleven?" Her eyes opened fully, awake and panicking. "Robin, you shouldn't have let me lie in! I'm supposed to take Roland to his game! He should have been there an hour ago! What were you thinking?"

"Calm, it's all in hand. Henry took him. I'm heading over there in a few minutes. Stay and rest. The girls are playing in the doll's house, but I'll be taking them with me. Have your tea, relax, have a bath and I'll see you when you're ready."

"Um, thank you, you're an angel."

"A very tired angel, if I'm honest. Once again, last night was wonderful, if a little exhausting?"

"Are we getting a bit too much for you, thief?" She gave that delicious throaty chuckle he adored. "Two women? Bitten off more than you can chew?"

Bending, he whispered in her ear, in that deep growl that always had an effect. "I assure you, Regina Swan-Mills, I am more than capable of chewing you, over and over again, as you well know."

"Best get back in bed then!" groaned Emma, clearly having just heard as she woke.

"And good morning to you too, Emma Swan-Mills," he kissed the brunette's cheek before leaning across to do the same to Emma's. "I'm off to Roland's match. I'll let Regina fill you in."

Emma's head lifted, raising the quilt and looking beneath it. "Who put me in this teddy? Gina, you're wearing one matching? Hardly your colour?"

"That was me." Robin admitted. "Honour came in, I was in a pinch, so I poofed them on you quick to spare your blushes. I didn't have time to think about colour. Pretty, don't you think?"

"Not usually my choice, but still - Wait – Honny? How did she get in?"

"I took off the seal to go downstairs, and they were waiting for me outside. She said she needed the loo before joining me. Then she must have popped in here on her way down. Sorry miladies, I should have put it back up after I left."

"Oh, just great! She came in and saw us?"

"Don't be dramatic, dear!" Regina chided, "we told Henry last night we're all together. He'll know, despite the pretence of our guest room, that we probably sleep in the same bed. It's only a matter of time before we talked to her."

"Maybe it's time he just moved in here, and have done with? Stop all the pretending?"

The pair looked at him, awaiting his reaction. "You'll have no problem from me! I've made it as clear as I can. I love you, both of you. But you're the married couple, so whether I move into your bedroom; whether we make this public or not, is down to you two. I'll leave you to make the decision."

Robin got to the football ground shortly after noon. Roland's team had just arrived on the field to start the second half and they were down one goal. Spotting his father, he yelled across to him.

"Dad, you're here! I thought you'd never wake up!"

That earned a big laugh from those in the crowd that heard it.

"Don't be daft, Ro, I couldn't miss this for the world!" That earned a suspicious eye roll and smirk from the boy. Seeing his son, now eleven and changed so much, brought a lump in his throat, realising the strong resemblance he now bore to Marian. He stood watching him charge on to the pitch, when a voice called to him.

"Rob, are you with anyone? Come, sit with us?" He looked over to see Mayor Philip sitting on the stand with Aurora. He smiled at them and, through force of habit and upbringing, gave a slight bow to the royal pair.

"Stop, none of that!" chided the former Princess Aurora, with a smile. "We're friends and we already told you, go bowing and I'll keep calling you 'My Lord' again. Come join us? Pip's down there. I saw him at half-time and he's a bit annoyed we're losing. He took a knock earlier on but he's ok now. I worry he gets a bit too competitive sometimes – like his father!" she rolled her eyes at Philip.

"So not fair! His other mother's the one who can't stand losing, whether it's a battle, or a board game!" he smiled, kissing her brow.

"Where is Mulan. On duty?" he asked after his friend.

"Yeah, only till one. You know her, she's nearly seven months gone now, and still keeps feeling she needs to work till she drops! We both keep telling her to take it a little easier but she insists she's letting Hank down if she doesn't put in the hours! You know how she is…" said Philip, exasperated.

"Perhaps you could have a word?" asked Aurora, "She thinks we're nagging but, coming from her best friend?"

Robin smiled at the loving pair. "I'll try, but you know Mu! She's as single-minded, or some might say, stubborn, as her wife!"

"Hey, I'm not that stubborn! I rested when I was expecting Pip!" said the former sleeping beauty, earning a chuckle from the outlaw.

"You have two remarkable wives, Phil. I hope you know that?"

"I do indeed! However, I understand from the town and village gossip that you are also blessed with not one, but two, rather powerful, single minded women in your own life?" As Philip said it, Robin noticed Aurora sitting up attentively, waiting for him to admit it.

"I may be 'blessed', but the ladies in question are also a married couple. So, I'll let them decide if, how or when, to say anything publicly. All I'll say is, between you and me, I'm happier than I've ever been."

Aurora beamed. "I'm really happy for you; you deserve this! For us, persuading Mulan to join our marriage just ...completed us."

Philip nodded. "It's different from most people's expectations. They don't understand. We're no different from every other family, but we have fifty percent more love! Mu's now as much a part of me as Rory, and as Rory is to her. It just works. But as the only guy in this trio, in this it can sometimes feel intimidating, like nobody outside understands you. I can't tell you the number of times I've had stupid remarks about being with two women. Like the whole thing revolves around sex, which is ridiculous. Mu and Rory fell in love before I was even brought back! So, if you ever need to talk, I'm here."

"Thanks. Perhaps sooner than you think!"

The reminder of the game was watched in silence, until a late pass from Roland to Pip to head into the goal brought the trio, among others, to their feet. "Yes! Great goal Phil!" yelled the archer, proud his son had contributed to the equalizer. Philip Senior was already on his feet yelling.

The rest of the game passed smoothly enough, though Robin wondered where Henry had gone. He thought the young man was going to join him in watching the game. He thought no more about it until, a few minutes before the end, Henry walked out from within a small hospitality tent, closely followed by a young blonde girl around his age. Henry looked a bit dishevelled, as was the girl, who seemed to be adjusting her skirt. It took a minute or so for Henry to spot Robin, sitting beside Aurora and Philip in the stand and looking straight back at him! Despite there being a seat beside the Outlaw, feeling slightly awkward he pretended he hadn't seen him and ushered his friend further along to sit closer to the front.

As a supreme archer, Robin's eyesight was as sharp as an eagle's. He obviously saw Henry's brief glance in his direction, the flush of his cheeks and the deliberate avoidance. A subject for later, perhaps? The young woman behind him was definitely not Violet! Realising it was none of his business, he decided to ignore it and concentrate on Roland.

Granny's

An hour later, Robin and Roland trooped into the diner for a post-game hot chocolate. Henry had totally ignored Robin at the end, shuffling off somewhere without even stopping to talk to congratulate Roland. However, Robin's attention was now diverted by seeing Rumpelstiltskin sitting in a corner, with various people, including Dorothy and one of the fairies, surrounding him. Since the attack in the Dark Realm, Merlin had already told the Outlaw how Rumple had safely rescued his son, Gideon, amongst the children and the boy had been transformed to his state before the kidnap by the Black Fairy.

The Dark One sat with the baby in the crook of one arm. Belle, his estranged wife, sat silently nearby, never taking her eyes off the precious bundle. "Good afternoon, Mr. Gold, I trust young Gideon is now well and recovered?"

Looking slowly up at the archer, Rumple gave a tired smile, almost like he'd just recognised an old friend. "Mr. Locksley! I'm pleased to see you're up and about. All well, thank you – how's the leg?"

"A little bit of hobbling, but almost back to full strength, thanks. Though I suspect I'm getting a lot more sleep than you are?" he smiled down at the baby.

"He's quite the light sleeper. Good job I survive with so little." He was interrupted by Ruby stepping between them, handing over a bottle of milk.

"Here, Mr. Gold, I warmed it to just over skin temperature, as you asked. Coffee's on its way. Anything else you need? Or you, Belle?"

"Perfect. Nothing else thank you, Mrs. Lucas. And thank you again for bringing over the clothes last night. Now, Mr. Locksley, would you join us for a coffee?"

That brought a look of surprise from most people standing around. It was more than rare for the Dark One to show hospitality to others.

"I'd like that, but just a pot of tea? And on one condition. Namely that you just call me Robin? Would you mind if my son joined us?"

"Of course not. Robin. In which case call me Rumple! It's Roland, isn't it?" he looked at the curly haired youngster. "What would you like to drink, young man?"

"Hot chocolate please," Rolly smiled, dimples working overtime. Thank you, sir."

"Lovely manners, my boy! Miss Lucas, would you oblige? And perhaps bring a small tray of pastries and cakes? This lad must be famished, most his age usually are, most of the time. My Bae always was. I understand he's just got back from a football match. If any of his young friends arrive could you do something for them as well and add it to my tab?"

Robin watched as the former scourge and menace of the Enchanted Forest and Storybrooke, now seemed to turn into some sort of benevolent uncle in front of his eyes. He also noticed how Belle, his wife, said nothing, merely watching events. It seemed curious to him that the baby's mother was not involved, merely sitting silently, close to Gideon. Then his mind went back to Robyn's comment about her coming out of Zelena's bedroom. Was it anything more permanent, or some sort of fling? Belle didn't seem unhappy. If anything just the opposite, although he hadn't heard her speak to Rumple yet.

"Belle, you and I haven't spoken in years! How are you?" He stooped over to place a light peck on her cheek.

"Well, thanks. Though quite honestly, still a little overwhelmed. I just never imagined having Gideon back safe and sound? Rumple told me what you and Merlin did, and how you were almost killed. It was my fault Gideon got kidnapped by her in the first place. I'll always be in your debt." As she spoke, he noticed how she never took her eyes off the baby. He'd heard how the Gold marriage had fallen apart over the loss of their little one.

"You owe me nothing. I'm just pleased everything worked out. A few months ago I came back to discover an extra daughter I knew nothing about. A child is an extraordinary blessing."

"It is indeed," Rumple agreed, lowering his voice to all but those closest. "Which is why I have an additional favour to ask of you. As, unfortunately, most of the town seems to be aware, the relationship between Belle and myself was…fractured…by Gideon's kidnapping." He looked across at the librarian. "While I don't wish to discuss the details, we are trying to repair this, for Gideon's, and all our sakes."

Robin smiled, not quite sure where this was leading to. Belle silently nodded in agreement and he caught the nod Rumple gave her, as he encouraged her to continue.

"Robin, we've known each other a while, all the way back to when I first saw you cure Marian with the wand you stole, or borrowed, from Rumple when she was pregnant. I've come to know you over the years and you are one of the most honourable, kindly, honest and moral men I've ever met! The best example for a child, or a young man. Would you be willing to becoming Gideon's godfather?"

Robin was taken aback. "I'm…well this is most unexpected! But yes, I'd be deeply honoured."

"Thank you," Gold became a little more formal. "And for the record, though you say we owe you nothing, I insist on showing a small token of appreciation for joining us on the mission when you had no need. I realise that, now you have magic, you no longer have need for coin. So perhaps, Belle, if you wouldn't mind?"

His estranged wife passed Robin a long box, gift wrapped. He took it, slightly bewildered. "Well...thank you, but you know, there's really no need." He opened it to reveal a thin, foot long, intricately carved stick with a cloth and bone handle. He could feel energy coming from it straight away.

"Is this some sort of wand?"

Rumple noticed his confusion. "It's a wand of destiny. Extremely rare, it allows one to create gateways into other realms. Either Merlin or the Hatter can show how it should be used. It's useless to all but a handful with a particular type of white magic. I cannot use it, and even the Swan-Mills women would be unable to, but white sorcerers of your level are sufficiently powerful to wield it. It may even save your life one day so I hope you'll use it with the utmost caution. It's my gift for helping me bring Gideon back alive. I suggest you keep it in your magic-free facility in your new village?"

"Thank you! I will. I've only had magic a matter of months, and despite an induction in Avalon a month ago, I know I have much to learn." He looked across at the tiny baby, which Rumple was about to pass to his mother. "But I do know a fair bit about baby boys! May I be allowed to hold my new godson?" Belle beamed in agreement, carefully passing him from Rumple and into Robin's arms as he placed the wand down in front of them.

"Hello there, young man. I'm so very pleased to meet you. I'm your Uncle Rob. Roland, would you like to come meet young Gideon?"

The curly haired adolescent looking over at him. He'd been chomping on a doughnut dropped off by Ruby moments earlier. "Papa, he's really cute! Is there such a thing as a god-brother?"

"If not, there should be!" Rumple interjected. "And you, young man, will be his!"

~oOo~

After having agreed to meet Henry, Emma and Regina arrived at the Diner, walking outside to find the children. Emma's mouth fell when she saw, in place of the small diner garden, an enormous trampoline spread across the entire area. At least fifteen children were screaming with laughter as they floated directly above it, dropping at different times onto the surface before being bouncing up again, much higher than physically possible. Some children remained suspended a good twenty feet up! Several adults, including Ruby, Ella, Jeffersen and Mayor Philip, stood around the sides, roaring with laughter at the antics of the happily screaming and yelling children.

Regina looked up in horror when she saw two particular children in the thick of it, even higher than the others.

"Honour? Roland? Come down this minute!" she yelled, as she looked to who was creating this happy mayhem.

"It's not up to me, mum!" He shouted back down. "Best ask dad?" She turned to her side to find Robin, his arms raised, orchestrating the action. Opposite him, she was shocked to find the Dark One himself, now bearing a huge grin, and chuckling as his own hands moved in tandem. Belle was standing close by, also giggling, while she snuggled a young baby.

"Robin, what the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled across. Robin answered but didn't turn his hands or face away from the children.

"Playing, Gina! Shush, I need to focus! I'm doing the bouncing and Rumple's keeping them within the barrier, so nobody falls out! Jump in with them, love!"

"If it hasn't escaped your notice, thief, not only am I wearing a dress but I'm also pregnant?" Then she noticed her wife stepping closer, considering getting on it and enjoying the fun herself. "Emma, don't you dare!"

"Well I'm getting on! I'm not pregnant..." said Ruby, who screamed when, the moment both feet landed on the net, she flew ten feet up into the air, plunging down softer than usual, only to be lifted even higher. Her initial scream turned into a loud laugh as she was suspended, only to fall and shoot up again before her bottom had even touched the net.

"Shove over, Lucas, I'm having a go!" said Philip Briar, yelling when after a small bounce he was propelled a good thirty feet into the air and just held there! "I know that's you doing that, Locksley!" he laughed.

"Guilty!" shouted the outlaw as the Mayor plunged down, before stopping just feet away from the net. "Woo Hoo! Who needs Disney World, when we got this!?"

The fun and screaming continued a few minutes more before Robin and Rumple closed off the game to various moans groans from the exhausted children still desperate to continue. As everyone stepped off the net, Emma walked up to Robin, placing a short peck on his lips without even thinking about their audience. "Having fun?" she whispered. "If somebody hadn't put me in the family way, I'd be up on there too!"

"Sorry about that..." He pecked her back. "Can't have your waters breaking in mid-air now can we?"

Once all the children were off, Rumple flicked his fingers and the enormous magical trampoline simply vaporized.

"How on earth did you get Gold to come out to play?" she whispered when he was out of earshot.

"Look at Belle," he replied. "They've got his son back - it seems to have changed him. They asked me to be Gideon's godfather, too."

"Gold? You gotta be fucking kidding me? You're going to be godfather to the Dark One's sprog?"

"I seem to recall you having a child by his other 'sprog'? People change, Emma."

"I agree. But him? You know he threatened to kill me the last time I went into his shop unannounced?"

"I'm sure he's put that behind him. But I'll have a word - Can't have my child's mother vaporized now, can I?"

Three weeks later...

Time passed without incident. All of the rescued Dark Realm children whose parents couldn't be tracked, had now been assimilated into new homes. Life had calmed and there were no further crises to deal with. After his weekend break, Henry returned to Harvard to continue his studies.

Regina and Emma were now five months pregnant and as word had spread, most people in Storybrooke were now aware of their unusual condition, who the father was, and the fact he'd now moved into the mansion in Mifflin Street. Snow had made a suitably grovelling apology to Robin, who had accepted it with good grace. Robin was fully restored to health. As Henry and the children were now fully aware of their new arrangement, it made no sense for him to remain in the guest room, so they moved him into their main bedroom fairly quickly. The change had been surprisingly smooth for all.

Emma particularly loved the simple domesticity of the situation. For her, having Robin there somehow seemed to make things calmer all around, as both she and Regina could be quite stressy people. Plus the additional pregnancy hormones didn't help. Honour and Roland seemed to be closer to her since he moved in, and she delighted in the fact she was now 'okay ma' or 'mamma' to them, not 'Emma'. It seemed as though the closer she got to their father, the closer his children got to her, and she relished in it.

Unless she was on an early shift, Robin was still usually the first to wake in the mornings, making it a point to brew a pot of tea and bring them each a cup first thing. As for sleeping arrangements, they now took it in turns to occupy the middle of the bed, though Emma particularly loved the comfort of being sandwiched in between these two beautiful people, naked or clothed.

"Sleep well, my beauties," He whispered, kissing the top of Emma's head before leaning over and doing the same to Regina. "Tea's on the side, don't let it get cold!"

"Hmmph?" Regina grunted. "You're up early? Where you going?"

"John and Maria have some fallow deer, about to birth. I promised Honnie and Robyn I would take them and I just got a text from Maria saying it's happening. She's downstairs with Roland now. John's getting Robyn."

"And you didn't think to ask me if I wanted to come?" Even though she said it, she had no wish to get up for at least a couple more hours.

"I mentioned it last week and you didn't seem interested - but we'll happily wait while you get up and dressed?" he knew she would decline.

"No…you, you go enjoy yourselves. Take pictures for me." She groaned, eyes closing again.

"Of course. Now rest, I'll see you later. Love you…" He delivered another quick kiss to her temple. She smiled before turning to face Emma, wrapping her arms around her, pulling her closer before falling asleep again.

~oOo~

There they lay for another hour before Emma groaned, lifting an eyelid to see the teacup on her side table, almost certainly cold. The Saviour slowly sat herself up, yawning and scratching her head as she reached across with her other hand to pick up the cup."Urgh, cold! Guess I'd better make another one." As she pulled the duvet off her legs, she spotted something which made her freeze.

"OH HELL, NO!" she screamed, bringing Regina instantly wide awake.

"Emma, what is it?" She yelled, before following her wife's eyes to see the large dark red smear on the bottom sheet, still wet.

"GINA, I'M LOSING IT! I'M LOSING HER!" she bellowed, distraught, shaking.

~oOo~