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Robin stared down into Regina's eyes and tried to come up with something appropriate to say. His mind was simply blank, there were no words coming to him. Regina slid out of his arms and started moving around the room to dress. He stood in place unsure of what to do with himself and what to think.

Slowly, his mind started working and then begun to work in overtime.

Pregnant? How? It was one time, not that he was clueless into thinking it wouldn't be enough to get someone pregnant. It was that he didn't have a clue how something like this could happen on top of everything else. Regina was running from her husband and the law. It was the wrong time to even think of having a child. They barely knew each other.

His mind suddenly started racing with too many thoughts and scenarios that he felt dizzy. He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed the blankets to cover his naked form. His mouth was dry, his head started to ache, and he hadn't a clue what to say to her. It would be easy to say that everything would be fine. That is a lie he can't tell himself or her.

Instead, he glanced over at her. She sat on the bed, she'd slipped his shirt over her and covered herself with the sheets. Her eyes were downcast, and her teeth were sunk into her lower lip. She looked vulnerable and it wasn't a sight he'd seen often. In all the time he'd known her, he'd never seen her so broken down. It didn't suit her. She was strong and had remained so mostly through everything.

Looking at her now broke his heart. He'd contributed to making it harder on her. There were so many challenges she was facing, and he'd just dumped a huge one in her lap. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

Her head whipped up and her eyes filled, she shook her head and looked back down at her fingers that were tangled in the sheet. "It's not your fault," she murmured.

"I…" He wanted to say something that would comfort her, but he only came up short. There wasn't a lot he could say that would soothe either of them. Simon was looking to kill him, he knew where she was, and he wanted Henry.

What was there to do about this when there were more pressing matters to attend to? It was madness to believe they could do this.

"Maybe we should sleep on it and discuss it in the morning," he offered. It was a copout, but he couldn't think of a thing to say that seemed appropriate.

He needed the time just as much as she did, and he sensed her relief when he saw her nod. He reached down and slipped his briefs on before climbing under the covers.

Regina slid into the bed and turned her back to him, he hated the distance. When she snuggled into the pillow, he slid next to her and wrapped an arm around her. He felt her tense and started to withdraw, but she took his hand and wrapped him back in place.

He could feel her heart beating faster and faster. Then, a sob escaped her, and he wrapped her close. "Come here."

She turned and wrapped her arms around him like a vice and buried her face into his shoulder. "It's gonna be alright," he whispered. "We'll figure it out."

Her head shook but he snuggled her tighter trying to wrap her close enough to take away the fears she harbored. It wasn't going to be easy and they had a lot to figure out.

"I can't…" Her tears were pooling on his skin, her sobs were muffled by his shoulder. "What if…"

"Shh. Let's sleep on it. Come on, calm down." His hands cascaded up and down her back and massaged her shoulders and hips. He slowly felt her relaxing, but her heartbeat was still thudding in her chest and she was silently crying.

He could still feel the tears on his skin. He buried his face in her hair and willed for sleep.

Long after Regina fell asleep and relaxed in his arms, he stared at the ceiling unable to sleep. He'd dozed here and there but was unable to drift off.

His mind was too full, he needed to know what her plans were. What they were going to do about Simon, about a baby. It was all too much. There were things he could do to fix this, but it all ended in a weird and unlikely way. He'd lose her.

He battled with himself to turn her in, allow the police to investigate and find her not guilty. She'd never forgiven him, but at least she'd be safe. What did that mean for Henry? Would Simon be caught?

There were too many questions and not enough answers. It could work out and things would be fine, or he could make things worse.

When the sun began to rise and the sky turned from dark to burgundy, orange, and finally to the translucent yellow, he had decided. Regina would be upset but he didn't intend on telling her what he was doing.

It had to be done and he wasn't going to involve her. Glancing at the clock, he gaged that he had an hour before the kids would wake.

Regina stirred and her eyes fluttered open, her brows furrowed. "Did you sleep at all?" Her fingers traced the darkness under his eyes.

"A little," he lied. Guilt started to seep into him as she looked up at him with those dark brown trusting eyes. Would she look at him the same way when he did what he had to do?

"Are the boys up?"

"No, they don't usually get up for a little bit yet." He'd memorized their routines easily. They'd get up and argue about who got to use the bathroom first.

Roland would point out that he was younger and would get his turn first. Henry would grumble on his way to the kitchen first to pour two bowls of cereal.

They'd eat cereal while he took a shower and they'd all leave the house early to meet David at the diner before he headed off for work. It was the same thing every day. Though, with Regina here, he wasn't sure how it would go.

"I'll make breakfast," she said and started to untangle herself from him.

"No," he held tighter to stop her from getting up. "We should talk before the boys get up. I need to know what you plan on doing. How long you're staying. We need to plan it all out and figure out what to do."

"For the first time in years, I have no idea what to do," she confessed. "Sydney usually helped me with this part, but with the police onto him, there's no way he can help. The identity I would've used isn't safe to use.

"Henry shouldn't have to run anymore. I don't know where Simon is, but we know what he wants and what he's planning. So, I just don't know what to do. And then, there's this…I don't know how this happened."

Her eyes lowered again, this time it looked like she was embarrassed. "Hey," he took her chin to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.

"I know it's hard to deal with, but we have other things to discuss before we get into that. Right now, I need to know what you planned when you came here."

"I didn't plan anything, I panicked and the only thing I did was come here to tell you what happened. I needed to make sure that Henry was safe. I should have been careful, but I wasn't. I always have a plan and a way out. Now?"

Her eyes matched her hitched voice and racing pulse, "I just don't know."

"Alright," he said. "Let's just play this by ear, okay? I'll make sure the boys get off to school. Roland doesn't know you're here. We're gonna keep it that way."

"Why?"

"Because we need to act like you weren't. I'll talk to Henry to make sure he keeps it quiet. Then, we need to talk about what we're gonna do. I have some ideas and I'm pretty sure you're not gonna like 'em."

"Robin…"

"Papa?" Roland started down the hallway and Robin lifted the blanket over Regina's head. His eyes darted around the room at her discarded clothes but hoped his son wouldn't notice. "You awake?"

"I'm getting up bud, go brush your teeth."

Roland let out a long yawn and went down the hall. As usual, he heard the boys bickering about the bathroom and heard Henry's grumbling. Instead of going downstairs, he walked into Robin's room as Regina was pulling the cover off her head.

"Are we leaving?" Her heart clenched to think of it, but she didn't blame him for thinking it.

Robin squeezed her hip before she could talk. "No, you're not. We're gonna act like normal, okay? Your mom isn't here, and I don't want Roland to know. It has to be that way until we can figure out the best way. Okay?"

Relief seemed to come over him that they weren't moving again. "I'll be quiet." His eyes gazed at the two of them and noticed for the first time his mom wrapped into Robin's arms.

It was strange to see them like that. "You lied," he accused him.

Robin asked, "About?"

"You said you weren't with my mom. It looks like it to me."

"Henry, I said it was complicated and it is. We'll talk about this later. Right now, I need you to go downstairs and make breakfast as if nothing was going on. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," Henry said in a small voice.

"Henry, we've talked about this. You don't have to say that to me."

"I know," he said. "I'll go make breakfast and distract Roland until you come downstairs."

"Thanks, buddy."

When he left the room, Regina looked at Robin with new eyes.

"It seems the two of you are closer than I thought. It's nice. Thank you for taking care of him. It means everything, and I owe you big." She kissed his lips lightly.

"No, you don't. You don't owe me anything. Will you stay here while I get them on the bus?" He wanted to make sure no one saw her before his plan was implemented.

"Yea."

"Come here," he said and framed her face with his hand. He covered his mouth over hers for a brief kiss. "I meant what I said before our night turned."

"What?"

He kissed her again and brushed his nose on hers, "I love you." The apprehension was there in her eyes. Before she could brush him off or say anything to ruin it, he kissed her cheek. "I've gotta go grab a shower and get downstairs."

"Okay," she snuggled back under the covers and closed her eyes. Nerves were dancing on her skin and made her pull the covers up over her head.

Robin had said he loved her, and she believed him. But there was too much going on to let herself get lost in a romance.

Laying in the bed, she admitted it would be easy to get lost in this, in him. If it wasn't for the images she couldn't stop seeing and the man, she couldn't escape.

It worried her that Simon was watching the house. It had taken her several trips through town before she could be sure she wasn't followed.

She tried not to think about it as she buried her face into Robin's pillow. She could smell him and feel the warmth from where he'd been all night. Listening, she heard the boys bickering downstairs. She could hear the shower running off the bedroom.

Several minutes passed and Robin came back in and shuffled around dressing. He didn't even notice that she was hiding under the covers, but she was sure he knew she was there. He hurried downstairs, she could hear the thumps of his heavy feet.

His voice carried a little as he instructed the boys to clean up, brush their teeth, and hurry them out the door. Then, it was quiet. She didn't know where they went but heard the car start and take off. She was alone in the house and it was peaceful and lulled her into sleep.

When she woke, she jolted up when she heard glass shatter. Her heart seemed to jump up into her throat. Hurrying out of bed, she gathered her clothes and closed the door of the bathroom. The mist of the shower still clung to the walls.

She dressed as fast as she could and slipped her tennis shoes on. She kept the light off to avoid the sound of the fan. She closed her eyes and listened as someone threw things around. There were shatters and loud thuds. It was unmistakable that they were breaking things.

Slowly, she opened the door and crept down the hall. In Henry's room, she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Another loud crash sounded next to the room and she ran around the bed and dropped down on her stomach.

There were two men and they were cursing and yelling to find it. It? It wasn't clear as to what they were looking for, but she didn't want to be there when they did. Glancing up at the window, she heard Robin's car pull into the drive.

Taking a risk, she opened the curtains and lifted the blinds as quietly as she could. With her hands, she waved back and forth frantically until he caught her in the window. With his eyes on her, she tried to signal him not to come inside.

As Robin got out of the car, a voice behind her said, "I knew you were stupid enough to come back here."

She whirled around as the blinds crashed back down and gasped, "Simon."

She swallowed. Hard. His eyes were wide and crazy, his hair was overgrown, and he hadn't shaved in days. There was a wicked smirk on his face. It made her stomach roll and her skin prickle with fear. She started to shiver.

"What do you want?" She locked her eyes on his hands, they were fisted.

"Where's Sammy?" His voice was different than it had been before. Rougher and full of thickly coated rage.

"He's not here and you'll never get him," she heard herself say. Never in her life had she been so brave. "We've done our best to steer clear of you. Go hide out and leave us alone."

He made tsk sounds with his mouth several times, "I thought you were smarter than that, Sabrina. Don't you know that you're mine? That you'll never be free of me? I've loved you for years and you're my princess. Don't you remember?"

The sound of his voice made nausea begin to fill her and take over. Her knees were heavy and could bend at any moment. Her chest was tight, and she was sure that she could hurl if she let herself. "Don't call me that."

"It's true, you are my princess and you're never gonna forget it." In an instant, he lunged over the bed before she could react and had her by the hair. His fingers gripped hard and she cried out. "You've been a bad girl, Sabrina. You know what happens when you break the rules."

"No," she whimpered. "Please," she begged. All the strength she held simply slipped away and she was under the same roof as him and bending to his will. The fear was so heavy in her that she was full out shaking in his grip.

Simon put his nose to her hair and inhaled deeply, "I missed how you smell." Then his eyes changed, and his lip tightened, "You smell like him. Did you fuck him? Did that bastard touch you?"

There was no way she could speak. Her throat was too tight, her eyes were clenched closed. She was doing her best not to throw upon him. Pressing a hand to her stomach, she felt a new depth of fear. The baby she carried was in danger.

Calmly, she shook her head, "No."

"You've never been a good liar, Sabrina. Well, I'll just have to do something about that. Won't I?" His hand reached down and undid his belt. When he unclasped his jeans, Regina couldn't hold it in any longer.

She gagged and threw up all over the front of him. She'd never done that before. His black shirt and jeans were now sticky, and she gasped trying to catch her breath. She took his moment of weakness and shoved him until he fell over on the bed.

Darting around the bed, she thought she was free. Only when she ran down the hall, she saw another man standing there and Robin was lying on the floor unmoving. "Robin."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him." Simon gripped her arm tightly, "It's over Sabrina. You've run long enough. It's time to go home." Tears slid down her cheeks as she stared down at Robin.

There was blood pooling on the floor around his head, he was starting to turn white. She wanted to touch him, but she was being dragged toward the back door. "You're gonna tell me where Sammy is and we're going home."

She was sobbing when they walked out the back door and she was ushered into the backseat. He threw a black hoodie at her, "Put this on and those," he pointed at a pair of dark sunglasses.

Feeling desperate, she lifted her chin, "No."

As she predicted his hand flashed forward as he backhanded her. Her face swung to the side and hit the headrest. Spots started to form in front of her eyes, and she gasped as he hit her again and everything went black.