Hey guys! This is the continuation of yesterday's entry… you don't really need to have read it, it just helps with a little bit of background info. Hope you like it!

Prompt #70: Robin and Regina go to Target

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A New Adventure:

Robin sighs, dutifully being dragged through the store by his pregnant wife.

Things were going great this morning—he'd made them brunch, they'd had some fun on the kitchen counter, they'd lazed around—but there was no avoiding this.

Regina had it in her mind that they needed even more stuff for their baby and a run to Target was just what they needed.

He didn't mind, of course, not really. Watching the joy on her face was enough to make him go along with anything she wanted to do. Not to mention he liked to imagine their little boy playing with these items, learning and discovering the world around him through using them.

Regina loves the clothes, of course. She squeals adorably at every little onesie they come across and each pair of tiny baby shoes she sees.

"Oh, Robin, look!" she exclaims, letting go of his hand and practically bouncing over to a rack of onesies. "It's so cute!"

He grins, looking toward the white onesie with light blue whales all over. The tiny feet are designed to look like whales, and there's a whale on the butt as well. He has to admit, "It is rather adorable, love."

His wife beams happily, tossing the outfit into the shopping basket on his arm.

Snorting, he shakes his head, saying, "I thought we were only registering for things today? We still have three more baby showers to go to."

Twirling on her heel, Regina looks at him as if he's just said the dumbest thing possible. Her chin is tucked to her chest, lips set in a thin line and looking at him from under her lashes with a cocked brow. "Robin," she huffs, straightening back up, "we can't expect to get everything we registered for. I'm just picking some things other people won't get us."

"And you can read their minds now, can you?"

A beat passes, her head tilting before she shrugs, a sweet Yep! falling from her lips that makes him laugh as she turns back, skipping over to the next aisle.

Shaking his head with an amused smile, he catches up, glancing at the aisle full of baby bath items. He browses through the tiny towels that all seem to be adorned with some type of animal ears, and he chuckles at the one that has a hood on it in the shape of a fox.

"What is it?" Regina asks, walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his middle. He grins as he feels her belly pressing into his low back while she tries to peer over his shoulder.

She presses a kiss to said shoulder before stepping back. Turning, he holds out the fox towel, saying, "Okay, this is pretty cute."

Her eyes light up, and she gives him a happy little bounce, her long curly hair moving with her. "Well, put it in the basket!" she declares excitedly, "That'll match his whole forest theme in the nursery."

Smiling, he nods, tossing it in and taking her hand again.

They'd finally decorated the nursery last month, both deciding a forest theme was best (and, "so adorable!") for their little guy. They'd gotten crib sheets with little tents and foxes, another set with arrows, and an assortment of muslin blankets with little trees, arrows, and forest animals scattered about them.

She'd registered them for more and said after their last three baby showers, they'd reassess what they'd been given so she knew exactly what they'd need to come buy to complete the look of the room.

His coworkers and best friends, John and Will, had surprised them one day by showing up with their paint stained overalls and paintbrushes. They'd ushered them out of their house, saying they couldn't come back for another four hours.

Robin had taken her to lunch and then a few laps around Target (her favorite place as of late), and then to grab some froyo before heading home.

When they'd walked in, Will had taken them by the hands, excitedly instructing them to close their eyes. He led them to where his husband was still working, telling them to open their eyes.

Upon opening, Regina burst into tears, a hand clasped over her mouth as she looked at their friends' handywork. Robin was stunned as well, never knowing just how talented his friends truly were.

There on the wall where they'd put their new rocking chair and changing table hung three giant canvases in light gray frames to match the decor of the room. Will had painted two of the canvases with large trees on them, while the one in the middle had trees but also a collection of cartoon forest animals gathered together in the center with the words Adventure Awaits painted above the trees.

It was a beautiful gift, and along with the paintings (and the frames John had made sure were securely mounted to the wall), they'd also put together the gray crib that Robin had planned to do that night.

It was a wonderful surprise, and they'd spent the rest of the evening feeding and thanking their friends for the beautiful gesture.

Pulling himself from his memories, Robin squeezes her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. "Uncle John and Uncle Will are going to love this," he says, leaning down to talk to Regina's belly.

She giggles, swatting at his shoulder as they finish perusing the baby aisles.

By time they finally make it out of the baby section, Robin's basket is loaded down with bath toys, the Fox towel, a handful of onesies, a bottle brush (that he knows they'll get at least two more of at a baby shower), some baby lotion, and two pairs of shoes.

"Regina, love," he says, holding up the basket, "don't you think we can call it a day?"

She tuts, her tongue smacking against the back of her teeth. Rubbing her rounded stomach, she slinks over to him, peering in to see what all they've grabbed. "Mm," she hums, eyes squinting playfully, "I think we can fit a few more things. Baby items are small!"

She grins up at him, and they both start to laugh, Robin shaking his head at her. He leans in, pressing a kiss to her lips before looking down at her belly.

"Mummy is never going to admit I'm right, bud."

"Of course not," she laughs, walking ahead of him.

She's got on a pair of denim overalls on top of a black shirt, and he finds her looks absolutely adorable. But the view from the back is even better. She's been complaining lately, the further into her pregnancy they get, that she feels wide and huge, but he thinks she's just as beautiful as she was before getting pregnant.

They have to be thankful, and Robin is, each and every day that this pregnancy has gotten this far. Gotten far enough that they could plan and decorate and get excited. Once she'd hit her fifth month, she'd really accepted that this one was going to make it, so for the last month and a half, they've been going nonstop in planning and preparing.

It was exciting, and—just like the painting Will made for them said—an adventure. It was going to be the adventure of a lifetime and there's no one else he'd rather go on it with.

Catching up to Regina, he takes her hand, announcing that if they're in Target then it's mandatory that they browse the electronics.

She rolls her eyes but sighs, agreeing. "And in that case, we have to go get me some more maternity clothes."

"Don't you have enough, darling?" he asks. "You just said yesterday you had too many clothes and you didn't know what to do with all of them."

Again, she gives him her best deadpan look, inquiring sarcastically, "Don't you have enough electronics?" She quirks an eyebrow, adding, "Our house is practically run by robots as is."

He thinks of all the tech devices they have around the house and snorts. "Pretty sure Alexa was your idea, love."

She scrunches her nose at him, knowing he's right, so she laughs and gives in, valiantly looking at all the new technology on the market that they both know they won't get right now. But, it's Target, and if he's learned anything from his wife, it's that you might as well look while you're here.

After another hour—or was it two?—one can never be sure inside Target, they finally make their way to the car. Regina is carrying as many bags as she can, mostly loaded down with the items for their baby boy, while he carries the rest.

Somehow they ended up with three new outfits for her, two new shirts for him, some bath towels, toilet paper, paper towels, some random cleaning supplies that he knows for a fact they're not out of but Regina swore they needed more, and of all things, a set of new toothbrushes and some random items from the dollar spot.

He doesn't know how, or why, they bought all of this, but he'd take a day like this anyway. A wonderful morning spent worshipping his wife's beautiful body before enjoying their brunch and an afternoon with the love of his life. He doesn't care if they spend their days picking random items up at Target or cuddling on the couch, he just wants to soak up every minute they have before their new adventure begins.

Looking over at her once he pulls out of the parking lot, he can't help but admire the way the sun shines in her raven hair. God, she's gorgeous.

Taking her hand in his, he says, "I love you."

Regina smiles, looking over at him. She lifts their hands, kissing the back of his before saying, "And I, you."

He leans over while they're stopped at a red light, pressing one, two, three little pecks to her lips, making her giggle into the embrace. Her hand cups his jaw and she stares into his eyes. She bites her lip, one brow lifting as she says, "looks like someone didn't get enough at brunch."

Snickering, he tells her he'll never have enough to which she informs him, "Good thing there's more where that came from."

It's all he can do to make it home without running any red lights. Once they're there, though, he quickly unloads their Target bags, ushering her to their bedroom where they spend the rest of the late afternoon reveling in each other's bodies.

Once they finally emerge for dinner, Robin ordering take out so they don't have to cook, Regina bursts into a fit of laughter.

"What is it?"

She shakes her head, pointing to the bags that are strewn about the kitchen counter and floor. "We were in a hurry, I guess."

He snorts and rubs the back of his neck, agreeing.

Picking up the bags that contain the baby items, he takes them into the nursery, Regina soon joining him.

She sits on the glider rocker, rubbing her belly as she watches him remove the tags from all of their purchases.

And, he thinks, this is the kind of domestic bliss he loves, he revels in. It's so simple, they're both not doing anything special, but as he watches his wife humming softly to their baby boy, he knows he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.