Just a quick, silly little thing that came to me… enjoy!

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Chick Magnet:

He's pushing the stroller down the aisle, shopping basket swinging on his arm. He's already picked up a few bananas (Roland's favorite), and has a box of Pop-Tarts tossed in as a surprise for Henry, their four year old—though he doubts Regina will let him go grocery shopping on his own ever again after that one.

He smirks. Ah, fuck it, he'll let the lad enjoy the sugary treat this once before they both get in trouble.

Chuckling to himself, he throws a package of chocolate covered pretzels in there too, more for him than their little boy, because, why not? He's pushing the limit and deviating from the list anyway, might as well get the unhealthy snack he likes, too.

He stops to consult the short list he was given this morning—very short, because obviously his wife doesn't trust him with the big items (and with good reason, after the disastrous shopping trip she'd let him accompany her on their first year of marriage right out of college). As he pulls Roland's stroller to the side so as to not be in anyone's way, eyes scanning the list once more, he feels a shopping cart bump into the back of his leg.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" he hears from behind. Turning, he catches sight of a tall red-headed woman. Her eyes are wide, moving her cart out of the way as she comes to stand next to Robin. "I was looking at the list in my phone, and–"

"It's no problem," he assures cooly, a dimpled smile sent her way.

Her tense shoulders relax, a seductive smile slowly edging its way onto her red-painted lips. She flips her curly hair over one shoulder, and he wonders briefly why some women get so done up just to grocery shop.

"Look at you!" she squeals, her blue eyes peeling away from his to land on the baby. "You are just the cutest thing!"

Roland gurgles and drools, his one tooth that has just started to sprout shining amongst his pink gums. His chubby little hand reaches up, his attempt to wave, Robin assumes, and the woman practically melts on the spot, oohing and ahhing in Roland's face.

Robin's head tilts, watching the interaction, before his eyes catch a glimpse of another woman looking their way. Huh, he's never noticed this many women in one area of the store before.

"He's so handsome," the woman currently at his side announces, her hand brushing against his forearm. "Just like his dad."

Robin grins, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the attention, but he has to admit, it's nice. Makes him feel like he's back on his college campus, soaking up all the attention from the girls as they complimented him after winning another soccer game. Like he's the only cock in the henhouse, which he appears to be as he observes all the women just milling about.

Letting out a shy chuckle, he rubs the back of his neck, tucking his chin to his chest before smiling up at the woman politely. He thanks her, and she grins back, one perfectly groomed brow lifting in what he can only imagine is her flirtatious look.

She waves her goodbye to him and Roland, sauntering down the aisle with a sway to her hips that he has to believe was just for him.

Robin looks over the top of the stroller just as Roland tilts his head back, both grinning at one another. He shakes his head with a light scoff of a laugh to himself, pushing his son to the end of the aisle so he can browse the snacks. "Mummy is going to kill me," he snickers to his young son. "Maybe I should just stick to the list for the rest of our trip."

Roland giggles, a little squeal of solidarity as he slaps his chubby hands onto his thighs, kicking his legs out and in. "Yeah?" Robin asks, laughing, "You think so, too?"

Just as he turns the corner onto the next aisle, Robin is stopped by another woman's attention (that makes, what, four or five in the short amount of time he's been in here today?) She's a gorgeous woman, about his age, big, brown eyes and an even bigger chest. She squares her shoulders, her… assets… more in his face than he thinks necessary at the grocery store and struts over to him and Roland. "How old is he?" the woman asks, voice rising an octave as she peers down at Roland in the stroller.

She glances up at him, giving him a sweet, but what he can tell is, dangerous smile.

Robin grins, his chest puffing out as he realizes his son is apparently a chick magnet… not that he needs a "chick", he has Regina at home, his beautiful wife of eight years. But knowing he's still got it, well, quite frankly, makes him feel good as these women flock to him, fawning over him and his son. "Eight months," he replies cooly, dimples popping onto his cheeks.

"Oh my gosh," the brunette squeals, looking from Robin to Roland. "And you have Daddy's dimples, don't you?" She wiggles Roland's little socked foot, nose scrunching as she coos at the baby.

Just then, a blonde woman joins them, bending down to smile at Roland, her own flirtatious smile greeting Robin on the way.

He smirks, looking at the boxes of pasta on the shelf and selecting the whole wheat ones, knowing Regina would want nothing else. Maybe it'll ease the blow of the sugar cookies he's also bringing home.

The two women are apparently friends, or sisters, he's not entirely sure, but they stand up together, both giving him their winningest smiles as they ask more about his darling boy—what's his name, is he always this happy, is he teething or crawling yet, does he get his good looks from his father…

"No, no," he laughs, hand waving off the compliment, "That's all from his gorgeous mum."

The women look at one another, eyes sliding back to him before they look down at Roland, giggling at his drool and megawatt smile one more time before bowing out gracefully.

"See you later, ladies," he calls with an amused snort.

"Robin," they bid farewell in unison, and his head tilts to the side, wondering how they know his name. He can't remember telling them, only his son's name...

"Robin," he hears again, this time more clearly. He looks to the end of the aisle, then behind him, curious as to where the voice is coming from.

He glances down to Roland, then looks up from the stroller, wondering if one of the women had come back when he hears his name again, but he finds no one there.

He looks up, is it the store's intercom? Quickly realizing it's not, he hears his name again, but the voice is obvious now. Regina.

Is she here? Had she somehow sensed he was failing at his one task of the day? He guiltily tucks his Pop-Tarts under the bananas, hoping to hide them for a wee bit longer.

Smiling, he looks around for her, but doesn't see anyone around anymore. Odd, seeing as the store was littered with women moments ago.

His eyes flit to the left, then the right, snapping open when he hears another, this time more stern, "Robin!"

He shakes his head groggily, sitting up on the couch. He must have dozed off for a moment; Roland is on his play mat on the living room floor, drooling all of his toys and sticking what he can into his mouth while Henry sits in just his little Batman boxers, eyes glued to the television as he watches Spiderman leap building to building.

Pulling himself from the fog he'd been in, he clears his throat and catches sight of Regina standing in the doorway that connects their kitchen to the living room. Her shoulder is pressed against the door jamb, a smirk on her face and a lifted brow in question.

"Good dream?"

He smirks, realizing she must think it was a sexy dream from the way she murmurs, "Thought I'd wake you up before it went any further," as she walks toward him.

Chuckling, Robin shakes his head, reaching out for her to join him on the sofa.

She plops down, his arm circling around her shoulders and pulling her close. He presses a kiss to the top of his head, laughing when Henry turns around, beaming at him as he exclaims, "He got the bad guy, Daddy!"

"I see that, buddy. Awesome!"

The toddler nods proudly, tossing a toy in Roland's direction before looking back to the screen.

Roland gurgles, reaching out to grab the ball his brother had just sent his way and placing it in his mouth, gnawing on it. "I need to go get his teething ring out of the freezer," Regina mumbles, extracting herself from his grip.

He pulls her back with a chuckle, saying the lad seems just as content with the ball as he would the teething ring.

His wife sighs, head tilting as she looks at him, clearly trying to think of a reason why she is right and needs to go get the ring right now.

She doesn't seem to come up with anything, so she sighs, settling back against the cushions of the couch. "So," she starts, looking at him in amusement, "that dream…"

Breathing a laugh through his nose, he shakes his head, telling her it wasn't what she thinks. At her lifted brow, he explains the whole thing, summing it up with a, "Let's just say, Roland and I are quite the chick magnets while grocery shopping."

"You were grocery shopping?"

He nods, and she laughs, louder than she must mean to because she clamps a hand over her mouth, looking to their boys. "Oi, what's so funny?" he asks, tickling her side.

Regina snickers, saying, "That really was a dream," as she shakes her head and sends an amused eye roll his way.

"And why's that?" His head turns to look at her fully, mock-hurt playing in his eyes, knowing exactly what she meant.

She scoffs. "Please," she softens her words with a sly grin, adding, "as if I'd ever let you go grocery shopping on your own."

They belly-laugh, both knowing the disaster it was the last time she trusted him with the task and he came home with more sugary treats than she'd ever allow in the household in an entire year.

Pulling her close, he places a chaste kiss to her lips as Henry bounds over from his spot on the floor, climbing into Robin's lap.

His arms wrap around his shirtless belly, and the boy leans back, resting against him.

"Speaking of the store," Regina says, tickling Henry's foot. "We need to get dressed and go anyway."

Twin groans fall from Robin and Henry's lips, but Regina simply rolls her eyes, standing to scoop Roland off the floor. Peppering his chubby cheek with kisses, she tells the rest of the boys to get up and get dressed. "It's Saturday," she declares with a hand on her hip. "And all of you boys already had a nap." She gives him a pointed look, and all he can do is smirk sheepishly and send her a shrug. "So now it's time to get up and get things done."

Henry hops off his lap, skittering up the stairs exclaiming all the way down the hallway that he's a big boy and can get himself dressed.

Robin smiles, kissing Roland on the cheek before assuring his wife, "I'll go help with that one," and starting off toward the steps.

"Thank you." She smiles. "Oh, and Robin?" she calls.

He turns on the second to last step to look at her, and she grins, saying, "We'll be sticking to the list today, and you and this little one," she bounces Roland on her hip, "won't be going off on your own."

Chortling, he nods, knowing she's right, not just because of the magnetism he and Roland possess, but because he's been craving Pop-Tarts ever since he woke up, and he knows without a shadow of a doubt that he'd try to sneak some in just to test the limits.

"Whatever you say, love," he snickers, heading up the stairs and to Henry's bedroom.

Once they're all dressed and ready, they head out, spending the rest of their afternoon picking out the groceries needed for the week, and to everyone's surprise, Regina even tosses in their favorite Pop-Tarts with a wink.

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