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Regina was feeling a little restless. Unfortunate for her. Robin was gone. He had to work. It was a new work schedule they were trying at the sheriff's office and she wasn't overly excited about it. Every two weeks someone else had to take the night shift for two weeks. It was Robin's turn. He was on day three and Regina wasn't sure how she would make it through the rest of the days, well, nights. She stretched out her arm to the other side of the bed. Roland had climbed in the bed with her. Roland took his promise to watch over his mama very seriously. She couldn't the chuckle that spilled from her lips. She adjusted herself so she was lying comfortably on her side and carefully stroked the little boy's head. He let out a small sigh before shuffling close to her. It warmed her heart at how quickly Roland adjusted to her being in his life and she had to admit she missed Henry wanting to be close to her like Roland was. Her heart ached at the memories of Henry when he was younger. She was glad she got to experience it with Roland, and in a few months, the newest member of their family. Regina wrapped her arms around the little boy and kissed the top of his head. She rearranged the covers around them and snuggled down, hoping sleep would claim her soon, or else she would be pretty grumpy when it was time for her to get up in the morning.
Robin threw another dart at the dart board. It was three o'clock in the morning. He dragged his hand down his face. It was his third night on the night shift. He wasn't sure how Graham had endured it for so many years. Graham was probably reveling in having a normal day for once. Robin's only solace was that everyone in the department had to take a two – week night shift. His mind drifted to Regina and how upset she was the day he told her of the new scheduling. She was a little bit clingy than what he was used to. He'd fallen in love with her independence. He liked to think this side of Regina had something to do with the pregnancy. He was going to admit that he liked her being so clingy either. She would murder him with a cold stare of her eyes if he dared bring it up. He picked up his cell phone to check for messages. The first night was really bad. He's pretty sure Regina hadn't slept at all, considering she was sending him text messages almost every twenty minutes. Tonight though, tonight she hadn't sent him anything. He made Henry and Roland promise to look after Regina. He made them promise that if she had a midnight craving they had to get up and get it for her, no matter what is was. If it was something they didn't have in the house, they could text him or call him and he would get it for her. Robin didn't want a repeat from a couple of weeks ago in which he didn't follow through with her crazy food requests to the tee and had earned himself an evening on the sofa. Three o'clock. Only three and half more hours to go. David would be in at six thirty to relieve him, for that he was grateful. That time gave him at least an hour to spend with Regina and the boys before they headed off to work and school and then he got to enjoy the house all to himself.
Regina always had a habit of waking up early, before her alarm went off. This morning was no different. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling a little bit more rested than she had in the past three nights without Robin by her side. Throughout the night she migrated to the edge of the bed, like she usually did during the night. It would still be a few more minutes before the alarm would go off and she'd have to wake the boys and get them ready for school, without Robin. With the pregnancy advancing, she found herself tired more often. Some days were easier than others. Today felt like it would be a hard day. She sighed, resigned herself to try and get through it. She switched off the alarm before it had a chance to go off. She rolled over to gently wake Roland, he wasn't there. That little boy would sleep through a tornado. Regina sat up with a start, feeling panicky.
"Roland!" She called out as she got out of bed. She grabbed her house coat and headed out her bedroom. She stopped in front of the hallway bathroom, the light wasn't on. She proceeded down the hall to his bedroom, no lights on in there either. Next stop was Henry's bedroom. The door was shut. She gently rapped her knuckles on the door to let him know, if he was awake, that she would be entering his room. Her sleepy head son was still wrapped in the warm covers of his bed.
"Henry," she called out to her son. "Henry!" She called more harshly.
"I'm up, I'm up!" Henry called out in a raspy voice as he sat up abruptly and almost fell out of his bed.
"Is Roland in here with you?"
"Huh?"
"Roland, did he come get into bed with you?" Henry felt around in his bed for any sign of the five – year old.
"No, I don't think so, why?"
"I can't find him anywhere. Will you help me look?" Henry nodded his head and through the covers back to help his mother on her mission to find her little knight.
"Did you look in his room?"
"Of course I did."
"Did you check your bedroom? Your closet, maybe?"
"What would he be doing in there exactly?"
"I dunno," Henry shrugged his shoulders, "playing dress – up?" Regina scoffed and ruffled Henry's hair.
"Let's check the office."
"You mean the baby's room? It isn't exactly your office anymore mom."
"The baby isn't here yet. It's still my office." She defended as she pushed the door open to her office which had started accumulating an insane amount of baby – related items. They really needed to get started on redecorating the office. There was so much stuff in there she could barely move around to search for Roland. He wasn't in there either.
"Looks like the only other place is downstairs. Maybe he wanted to watch Robin Hood because he misses Robin?" Henry suggested. Henry started towards the stairs, but hung back a little to wait for his mother. With all this rushing around, she seemed a little winded. Henry started down the stairs first, closely followed by Regina.
"Roland! Roland, are you down here?" Regina called as they descended the stairs.
"I'm right here mama!" The little boy suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Regina side – stepped Henry in a rush to get to Roland. She scooped the little boy up and gave him a tight hug. "Ow mommy, you're squishing me!"
"Oh, sorry. You gave me a fright. Where did you go? I thought you were in the bed with me."
"I was, but I heard daddy so I went to see him!"
"You father's home? It's too early," Regina said as she set Roland down. "Where is he?"
"He's in the kitchen. We were making breakfast for you! Come on, it's almost done!" Roland grabbed Regina by the hand and pulled her towards the kitchen. Sure enough there was Robin putting his finishing touches on what appeared to be French Toast with strawberries, no whipped cream.
"Well what do we have here?"
"Greetings, mi'lady. For your pleasure sir Roland and I have prepared a breakfast fit for a queen." Regina smirked as she walked over and placed a kiss on his cheek and a chaste kiss on his lips. Oh how she missed him. Their time together during his night shift rotation was so brief and she wanted to savor every moment they had. Regina noticed the coffee already made and orange juice poured into glasses. "Whatcha doin?" Robin asked as he finished plating the food and started to carry the plates to the table. "Have a seat, love. Let me do this for you. For doing so well last night," Robin added with a wink. Regina simply smirked and sat down at the kitchen table. She was hungry and Robin's French toast was ah – mazing, even Squishy agreed. Robin sat next to Regina as they all ate in silence. Robin simply grinned as he watched Regina wolf down her first serving of French toast and scan the other plates on the table to see if everyone finished everything on their plates. It seems the boys enjoyed their food as well. Robin chuckled and took one of his slices of French toast and placed it on Regina's plate. She looked questioningly at him, unsure and he simply nodded his head. That was all she needed to start in on her third slice. Sure, she might regret eating so much now but it was worth it.
"Alright boys, go get dressed and I'll take you to school," Robin instructed as he stood up to clear the table. Regina simply sat to allow the food to settle in her stomach. "Aren't you going to get ready for work, babe?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I just ate so much, I needed to rest for a few moments. Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"What? And have the house all to myself? No one to interrupt my peaceful slumber because they need something to eat? Oh yeah, I can't wait for that!" Regina smacked his arm as she stood to head upstairs to get ready for work.
"Thank you for breakfast. I was counting down the days until our schedule returned to normal, but if you make breakfast and take the boys to school I don't know if I want to let that go." She placed a kiss on his lips, tasting the last remnants of French toast and coffee and went off to ready herself for work.
Robin returned home from dropping the boys off at school to an empty house. He was a little sad. He thought Regina would wait for his return before she headed off to work. That woman would work herself to the bone if he let her. He hung his coat in the hallway closet and took off his boots by the front door. The bed was calling his name, as well as the shower. He trudged upstairs and stripped himself of his clothes while he waited for the shower to warm. After a few moments, he stepped in and let the warm water cascade off his front before turning around to let it run down his back. The water felt heavenly. The minutes ticked by and found the warm water shifting to cold and Robin knew it was time to exit the shower. He stepped out and grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist before grabbing the toothbrush and brushed his teeth. Once done, he exited the bathroom and dressed for bed. Hopefully he would be able to get some sleep. If anyone asked, he would deny, but he suspects he has just as hard of a time falling asleep without Regina by his side during the day as Regina does without him by her side during the night.
When Robin woke next, it was around ten o'clock. The phone on the night stand let out a buzz, sounding out a second notification someone had texted him. It was a message from Regina thanking him yet again for breakfast and that when their schedule returned to normal she planned on showing just how grateful she was for him and his "talents". He chuckled and shot off a text indicating how much her promise tortured him. She responded asking what he would do for the rest of the day. He had to think for a few minutes before telling her he would finish moving the stuff out of her office and start painting Squishy's room. She told him that was fine, but he wasn't allowed to do anymore decorating or arranging of furniture without her there.
Robin swung his feet out of the bed and headed to the walk – in closet. If he was going to paint, he needed painting appropriate clothing or Regina would kill him. There was a pair of jeans Regina was constantly after him to throw out. They would serve him well for painting. He grabbed the blue tooth speaker and headed down the hall. Robin carried Regina's office chair down the stairs and into the sitting room she had filled with books. Next was her desk. It was a stately piece and Robin wasn't quite sure how he would get it down the stairs. Regina would kill him if he damaged it in any way. He tried to think of people he could get to come help him out for a little bit. Killian was the first to come to mind. It usually wasn't hard to get Killian to blow off work for a few hours. Nothing terribly interesting happened down at the docks, especially during the Winter months. No harm, no foul, right?
Hey Kil
Plz do not call me Kil
Sorry, Hey Killian
Much better, what can I do for ya mate?
How would feel about moving furniture?
Moving furniture? What's in it for me?
Um, beer?
Sold. When are we doing this?
Now?
Aww, I can't drink right now, I'm at work
Raincheck on the beer, but I really need your help RN
Ok, ok, give me 15
Great
While Robin waited for Killian, he removed all the stuff on and in Regina's desk to make it easier to move. True to his word, it really did only take Killian fifteen minutes to get to Robin and Regina's house on Miflin Street. Killian sounded his arrival with the ringing of the doorbell. Robin was carrying the last items from Regina's desk to the room on the first floor.
"Glad you could make it!" Robin exclaimed in greeting as he opened the door.
"Yeah, anything to help out a friend," Killian said as he clasped Robin's hand, pulled Robin close and clapped a hand on his back. The two men headed upstairs to figure out the best way to move Regina's desk down the stairs.
"Why don't we get a blanket, put the desk on top and we can slide it to the stairs?" Suggested Killian. Robin agreed and went in search of a blanket he didn't think Regina would mind getting slightly damaged. It took them about thirty minutes to work the desk down the stairs and into the sitting room. The two men congratulated themselves on a job well done. They headed to the living room to sit for a spell and catch up with each other. Robin was feeling a little left of social gatherings given his isolation on the night shift and once again found himself wondering how Graham had put up with it for so long. Soon, it was time for Killian to return to work and Robin found himself alone, once again. Robin headed back upstairs to finally start on painting.
It was during the bridge of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody and the third wall Regina walked into the house. She could hear her dear husband belting his lungs out upstairs. She quickly kicked off her heels and headed up the stairs. She stood in the doorway of what was now her former office in awe of how much work Robin had completed. She was just a little sad she wasn't getting to help. Robin turned around to see his wife with a sad look in her eye as she watched him. He quickly put down the paint roller and shut off the music.
"Regina, what are you doing here?"
"I wasn't feeling well, so I decided to come home. Will that bother you?"
"You weren't feeling well? Did you eat too much this morning?" He laughed as he walked towards Regina and took her in his arms. He could feel her take a deep breath and hug him close to her. He pulled back to stare into her eyes misting over. "Hey, you okay?"
"Mmhmm, now that I'm here. Guess I just needed your touch," she smirked. Robin chuckled, smiling down at his wife.
"I see, well then, let's put you to work. I don't think you can stand it that I'm doing all of this without you."
"Hmm, you're right about that. I have some clothes that I bought just for this occasion." Regina disappeared down the hall and returned a few moments later wearing nothing but a sports bra covered by a pair of overalls. "I'm ready whenever you are."
"Alright, well, all I really have left is to finish this one wall and that one. You think you can handle that?" Regina shook her head as Robin handed her a roller. They worked in silence for a little while before Regina put her roller down. The overhead work was straining her back. Now that she thought about it, they really should have started working on the room long before now, before she was showing and couldn't be of much help due to the effort it took to carry the extra weight. She let out a small sigh and sat down on the floor. Robin turned to see her in her spot on the floor.
"Oh love, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just can't do as much work on the room as I wanted. I'm too big for this."
"Regina dear, you're not big! What are you talking about?"
"My back hurts from carrying this extra weight. Painting the wall isn't exactly making it feel better."
"Oh, your back hurts?"
"Mmhmm."
"Would you like me to make it feel better?"
"Mmhmm."
Robin placed his roller down and motioned for Regina to sit with her back towards him. He started in on her shoulders, kneading and massaging them. Regina sank into his touch, letting out soft moans. Robin slowly worked his hands down her back, heading straight to the low back, knowing that's where she hurt the most. Regina shifted her legs and with a little effort laid down on her side. Robin continued to knead her back before he worked his hands back up her body. She rolled back slightly so she could look at him. Her eyes were pleading and he leaned forward to capture her lips. Her eyes closed at the contact. He stayed there for a moment before she opened her mouth to grant Robin access. Their tongues danced an all familiar dance for a few moments before Regina became uncomfortable lying on her side. Robin shifted Regina onto her back. He placed his hands on either side of her face to support himself over her body. He didn't want to crush her or their Squishy under his weight. Regina chuckled a little before wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer. Her legs shifted to accommodate him. Robin pulled back to stare into Regina's eyes. She began writhing underneath him. It didn't take much to work her up, especially now she was in her second trimester and the nausea phase seemed a distant memory. She immediately reached for the bottom of his shirt to pull it up and over his head. Robin sat up to help her out. Robin pulled Regina to a seated position and pulled down the straps of her overalls. He gazed at her breasts, barely contained in the sports bra she was wearing.
"Gee, Regina, do you think it might be time for a larger size?" She smiled slyly.
"Perhaps, I haven't had time to go shopping for new workout clothes. Are you complaining?"
"No, no, I just thought you might be more comfortable."
"I would be more comfortable without it on." She whispered huskily before pulling the sports bra off so that now Robin could gaze at her breasts that seem to have doubled in size. He reached out and cupped them and Regina let out a soft moan. He began massaging those too, tweaking the nipples so they stood in sharp peaks. He leaned forward and took the right one into his mouth while continuing to knead and twirl the other. Regina rolled her head backwards as she grasped Robin's head. She was going crazy. She had this pent up energy and coming home early to fuck Robin's brains out was all she could think about since the idea popped in her head while reading through one of those trashy romance novels her secretary dropped off in her mailbox. Didn't her coworkers know what they were doing to her? She was an emotional bundle of hormones and she had a very vivid imagination. An imagination that catalogued fantasies. Fantasies such as this. Coming home to a lover painting and the two lovers painting each other on canvas while they made love. Yes, this is what Regina had in mind when she got to the end of the fifth chapter of that trashy romance novel and cancelled the rest of her day and drove all the way home. Robin switched breasts and Regina could feel warmth pooling in her cunt. She felt the heat building in her core and was beginning to feel rather impatient with Robin's ministrations. She was certain she wouldn't last long if he kept this up. She pulled back. The look she gave Robin when he non verbally questioned her actions scare him just a little. She pushed him back and she sat on her knees, working the rest of the overalls off so all she had on were her panties. Black lace panties she changed into when she put on the overalls. Robin's eyes went wide with shock. Regina lunged forward and immediately began to divest Robin of his jeans. She could feel how hard Robin was already as her hands glazed over his boxers when she pulled down his jeans. Robin let out a shudder. Regina then crawled up his body and settled onto his lap while he leaned back and supported himself on his forearms. She straddled him slowly began rolling her hips against him. He could feel her wetness through his boxers and it had him quickly rising to the occasion, so much so he was leaking a little bit as well. Regina noticed. She stopped rolling her hips and lifted them just enough to pull her panties to the side and she began stroking herself. She reached her hand forward to allow Robin to taste. He sucked her fingers as she grinned in pleasure. A question danced on his lips.
"Do you want to be on top? I don't want to hurt you or Squishy." In response, Regina simply leaned forward, placing her hand on his mouth, silencing him. She stood all the way up to take off her panties and Robin wriggled his boxers down. Regina helped pull them completely off. There she was standing over him. She was beautiful. Her belly now held a firm, rounded bulge that she could no longer hide. Right now though, that was the furthest thing from her mind. She lowered herself back down to the floor and grasped Robin in her hands. She began stroking him, starting from the tip and working her way down to the base. Once she got him going, she took him in her mouth, slowly, inch by inch. She continued to work him with her hand while swirling her tongue across the tip until she could feel Robin starting to twitch in her mouth. She pulled all the way up and grasped herself once again, stroking herself, reveling in how wet she was. She took hold of Robin once more, bringing him to her entrance and settling herself on top. She sat for a moment to allow herself to adjust to him. Robin was more than ready now. He grabbed her hips to get her going. She slapped his hands away. She rolled her hips around, slowly, wanting the moment to last for as long as possible. After a few minutes Robin reached up and grabbed her hips again. This time she let him set a rhythm. He brought her high and slammed her down, slapping skin against skin. She kind of enjoyed it. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders once she adjusted to the rhythm. It was such a wondrous feeling and she wasn't sure if was because they hadn't made love in a few weeks or the high of acting out this fantasy she been thinking of the entire afternoon. Robin's body arched to meet her pound for pound. The paint can tipped over, but neither one of them cared. They both found themselves reaching their peak together as the shouted out their pleasure. Regina slowed her pace in an effort to come down as she felt Robin softening inside. She wasn't quite ready to be done, she knew, she could feel. Robin got the picture too given how fast Regina was still going. He placed his hands on hers to stop her.
"Shhh. Lay back," Robin instructed before Regina could complain. He was sure she was trying to work him up for another round. She complied. He pulled her towards him and placed her legs over his shoulders. He immediately went to work. He started just on the outside of her vaginal folds, not much foreplay was needed for she was still quite worked up from before. He could feel her already trembling. He brought one hand up to trace his fingers in her delicate slit. She reached her hand down on top of his to encourage him where she wanted him to go. He grinned and replaced their hands with his tongue. She let out a soft moan. He lapped at her juices and pretty soon had her trying to scramble away from him. Oh, this was good. He placed a hand on her belly to try to hold her in place. He wasn't sure how much pressure to use, given her pregnant state, but he knew she would let him know if he'd gone too far. He spread her lips even further to swirl his tongue around before darting his tongue inside and sucking, hard. She jerked hard and he found himself drowning in the liquid that came spilling forth. She was gasping for breath. He wiped at his mouth and brought himself up beside her. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat.
"So, what do you think of the baby's room now?" Robin asked once Regina's breath seemed to steady.
"Well, I don't think we'd decided to paint the floor," she responded.
"Well my dear, that's what drop clothes are for," he said as he grabbed her, pulled her close and dropped a kiss on her head. She pulled his arm in front of her so she could look at his watch. Her eyes widened in horror.
"Oh shit, the boys will be home in fifteen minutes!" She screeched out while pulling herself into a sitting position. "We need to get cleaned up right now," she exclaimed, trying to pull Robin with her. He shook his head and allowed Regina to pull him to his feet and off towards the shower in their bedroom. Even their impromptu afternoon romps were still somehow under Regina's control, but Robin supposed that was something he could deal with as long as he got to spend the rest of his life with her.
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H. A.