I worked on this during vacation. Hopefully you enjoy it!

It was the dead of night. A soft rumble of thunder echoed through the house. Regina snuggled close into Robin's side, as was their customary when he allowed her to turn the heat down in their bedroom. She sighed a gentle sigh. Robin adjusted his weight back and draped his arm over his wife's belly. He was vaguely aware of his unborn child moving underneath his hand.

"He's always doing that," Regina spoke into the dead silence of the night. She twisted her head and cracked an eye open to see if Robin was coherent.

"To whom are you speaking? Me? It couldn't be the baby, you're convinced it's a girl." Regina closed her eyes, grabbed Robin's hand and traced lazy circles on her belly to soothe her child. It seemed more active at night while she wanted to rest peacefully.

"You, silly. The baby always moves whenever you rub my belly. I'm going to have to limit how much you do this if I ever want to get any sleep," Regina hummed. Robin stopped his ministrations. "What are you doing?" She asked when Robin stilled his hands.

"Allowing you to get some rest, mi'lady."

"It's no use now, you've already got him started. Might as well continue."

"Oh, really?"

"Mmm hmm," Regina nodded her head against the pillow she was resting on. Robin hesitantly replaced his hands onto her belly. He just held them there this time, not rubbing, willing his child to stop moving through his hands so Regina could get some rest. Regina adjusted herself a little further down the bed, a little closer to Robin's crotch. "If you're done rubbing my belly could you at least rub my back? It's feeling sore."

"Of course babe," Robin responded and began kneading the muscles on Regina's low back. She moaned in pleasure.

"I wish I wasn't so lazy and actually brought baby stuff into the bedroom." She was feeling rather talkative.

"Why would we bring baby stuff into our room? We put it in the baby's room, where it belongs."

"Well, not everything in the baby room is for the baby."

"It isn't?"

"It's not. Mmm, can you work the sides a little?" Robin shifted his hands a little higher on her back.

"Well what have you got in there that's not for the baby?"

"Mary – Margaret brought me a boppy."

"A boppy?"

"Yeah."

"What's that for?"

"You can use it to support the baby while breast feeding. But for now, I can put in between my legs to alleviate some of the stress on my back."

"For breast feeding, eh? Is that something you want to do? Did you breast feed Henry?"

"Mmm hmmm, for a little while. He kinda outgrew it after about six months."

"Outgrew it? How does one outgrow breastfeeding? I thought you had to wean the baby. Lydia and I formula fed Roland. It was too stressful for her to try to get Roland to latch on."

"Sometimes you do have to wean the baby, but Henry just stopped taking my breast. That was very emotional for me. I thought I was already failing him as a mother."

"Oh, I didn't know that and I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"It's alright, it took a lot of support and researching to accept it happens sometimes. I was mostly more devastated because I thought Henry was the only child I would have an opportunity to nurse. But now, I get to try again with this little guy here," Regina smiled and turned her body so she was face to face with Robin. Robin grinned at Regina's smile and she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. They lie like this for some time. Eventually the low rumbling thunder gave way to a light pitter pattering of rain, pounding harder on the roof of their house. Robin tightened his hold on Regina as if she were his security blanket. She wrapped her top leg across Robin's leg, effectively sandwiching his legs in between hers.

"Mmm, comfortable, my love?"

"Yeah, you're going to be my human boppy," she responded. Robin laughed into her hair.

"Is that so?"

"Mmm hmm," she nodded. "Now be quiet, I'm finally comfortable and I want to hear the rain. It's wonderfully relaxing."

"Alright, I'll quiet down. Does that mean Squishy has calmed down too?"

"Yes, he drifted off a while ago, I think. I'm not certain. Maybe when you stopped rubbing my belly."

"Oh, you were serious about that?"

"Quite. Maybe it is a girl seeing as she responds whenever you're around."

"Really? She doesn't move at all when it's just you?"

"Well, she moves around some, but it feels more intense when you're around, when you're speaking, or touching me."

"I would love to have a daddy's girl."

"I think every dad wants a daddy's girl. Just so you know we're not spoiling her. We need to be united on that front. I don't want to be the mean mommy and you let her get away with everything. I don't want her to hate me like I hated my mother."

"Is that really why you hated your mother?"

"A little, not that my father let me get away with things. My mother was controlling and my father was sympathetic towards me. Her actions definitely did nothing to endear me to her." Robin wasn't sure what more he could say on the subject. He knows how touchy of a subject it is with her and is actually quite surprised she's speaking so openly about it and even more surprised talking about it didn't send her into a fit of anger or a bubbling mess of tears. Instead, he pulls her even tighter to him, into a hug and releases her slightly. She readjusts her grip on his legs, sweat now clinging to their bodies. He loves having her in his arms and wonders how much longer she will remain before she decides it's too hot to be in his embrace. He felt her relax in his embrace and eventually soft snores every now and then could be heard coming from her. He watched her. He watched her inhale and exhale. He watched her unconsciously shift her hands over her baby bump. He watched the tightened skin stretch this way and that as his child seemed to try to shift with its mother. Eventually his eyes fell closed.

Robin wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the rain seemed unrelenting and darkness still shrouded their room. Regina, however was no longer in bed. The covers on her side of the bed had been shoved to the side. Robin sat up and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. There was a light beaming from beneath the door to their ensuite bathroom.

"Regina?" He called out.

"Hmmm," was the only response he got. He swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"Regina, love, are you alright?"

"Mmm," he heard again, followed by what sounded like his wife vomiting.

"Shit, Regina!" He hopped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. Regina had herself braced over the toilet, rocking back and forth. Her face was flushed red. She'd been in there for a while. Robin hurried to his wife's side, pulling her hair out of her face. He reached over to the side of the sink and grabbed one of her hair ties so he could tie her hair up for her. She reached out one of her hands for him. She grasped it tightly as her body tensed to empty more contents from her stomach. Now that her hair was tied up, Robin could rub soothing circles on her back. Liquid sloshed into the toilet. Robin momentarily left Regina's side to wet a wash cloth. He returned and pressed it to the back of her neck. She steadied herself over the toilet. After a few minutes, when nothing more happened Regina rocked back and Robin helped to sit her on the floor. He went to wet another cloth and placed that one on her forehead. A few more minutes passed.

"Regina, are you okay now?" All she could do was shake her head. "Do you think you can make it to the bed if I helped you?" She shook her head no. "Alright, I'm going to pick you up." Regina looked up at Robin and the tears that escaped while she was throwing up increased and her cries became audible. "Oh no, Regina, don't do that. Why are you doing that?" Robin asked as he stooped down to position himself to pick her up.

"Because, I'm too heavy for you to pick up and carry to bed," she choked out in between sobs.

"Nonsense, love. You will never be too heavy for me to carry," Robin responded as he hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He settled her down and was about to pull the covers up when she placed a hand on his wrist. "What?"

"I didn't quite get it all into the toilet." Robin flicked on the bedside table light. Her pajama top was stained red from whatever she'd eaten earlier.

"Okay, alright, no big deal. We'll just take this top off and get you another one, how does that sound?"

"Ughh, I feel like you're treating me like a little kid."

"Relax babe, you take this top off and I'll get you another top, okay?"

"Okay. Could you re wet the washcloth with some soap? Sponge bath me off?"

"You got it." Robin headed back to the bathroom and re wet the washcloth with soapy water. He returned to Regina and sponged off her neck, back, shoulders and front. He went back to the bathroom to rinse the soapy residue from the washcloth. He went back to Regina to wipe the soapy residue from her body and to dry her off.

"Alright love, is there any particular top you want to wear now?" Regina peered up at him.

"Actually, I'm pretty worn out. I think I just want to lay here like this. Help me take my bottoms off." Robin chuckled and helped his wife wiggle out of her pajama bottoms so that all she had on, well, she actually wasn't wearing anything underneath her pajama bottoms. Robin smirked. "What?" She asked in response to his face as she adjusted herself in the bed.

"Going commando now?"

"Ugh, really? Is that what you're paying attention to now?" Robin chuckled some more, glad his wife's spirits seemed to perk up.

"I'm just trying to lighten the mood. What brought all this on? Why didn't you wake me?"

"I'm sorry, I thought it was just heartburn from the spaghetti. I went to get some Tums from the bathroom. I couldn't quite swallow it down and once I started throwing up I couldn't stop."

"Oh love, I'm sorry. Did you have heartburn with Henry?" She shook her head against Robin's chest. She somehow migrated into his arms after he climbed back into bed.

"No, I didn't. Take off your top." Robin looked down at his wife, not sure he heard her correctly.

"Take off my top?"

"Yeah, your top is too hot. I want to feel your skin." Robin leaned forward a bit to pull his top off. Regina relaxed herself into his hold, blowing her hair out of her face. It had gotten longer and thicker and he loved it. He moved a few pieces out of her face and dropped a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Oh man," she squeezed her eyes shut.

"What?"

"I need to rinse out my mouth. I taste vomit."

"Alright, can you make it to the bathroom? Feeling up to it?"

"Yeah, let me rest here for a few minutes. Do you think you could bring me some gingerale and saltines to help settle my stomach? I think I probably threw up everything I had for dinner."

"You got it babe," Robin said as he hopped out of bed. Regina sat up with her legs dangling over the side of the bed until she regained her equilibrium. She hadn't felt so great after dinner but didn't think this would be the resulting scene hours later. She hoisted herself up from the bed and made it over to the bathroom where she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth with the mouthwash. It made her feel ten times better now the acrid taste was gone from her mouth. She grimaced as she made her way back to the bed to wait for Robin's return. Regina was surprised she was still having bouts of sickness in her twenty – ninth week of pregnancy.

"Here love, I got your gingerale and crackers as requested." Robin brought her requested items to the nightstand. She immediately gulped down the gingerale first before munching on two of the crackers. Robin stood over her, watching. "Is that all you're going to have?"

"Yeah, I don't think I can tolerate much more. Now come, get back in bed, I need cuddles."

"Oh, you need cuddles do you?" She nodded her head against his chest as they positioned themselves in bed. Robin pulled the covers around them, Regina was shivering.

"Yes, I was sick. Now be quiet and let's get some sleep before it's time to get up for work."

"Do you think you should go into work?"

"Well, yeah, why wouldn't I go?"

"Because you just spent thirty minutes puking your guts out."

"I went to work when I had morning sickness all throughout my first trimester."

"Yeah, but you haven't had any sickness in a while. I would feel better if you stayed home today, okay? I'll get the boys off to school."

"Robin, I really have to go into work. We're almost ready to publish the fifth book in the series and we need to get started on the planning on the sixth book."

"Isn't there anything you can work on from home?"

"I would but my lap top is at work."

"Why is it there?"

"Seriously?" She asked him, her face echoing her sentiments. Robin nodded his head. "Because you make me leave it there. Work is for work. Home is for home. Does that sound familiar?" Robin looked sheepish. He did make that request of her around her fifthteenth week. He could tell how stressed she was getting working on the Forbidden Fruit series practically twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Her Type A personality wouldn't let her take a break from it especially since she wanted it completed before she went out on maternity leave, which was still up in the air on when exactly she would take it. They had discussed some dates. Sometimes she wanted to work into her fortieth week, sometimes she would be so angry she threatened the baby it would be evicted in the thirty – sixth week, to which, oddly enough it would respond with some placed kicks into Regina's ribs.

"Alright, alright, fair enough. How about this. You call in, tell them you're not feeling well, but you will work on some things from home. Have Mal get everything ready and I'll pick it up and bring it to you."

"You'd do that? For me?"

"Of course love, I'd do anything for my girls."

"Your girls?"

"For today, it sounds cute, doesn't it?"

"I suppose." She said as she snuggled back down in his arms.

"Well, we could always find out what it is."

"Nope, not going there again. We've already settled this. We'll wait for the kid to pop out to find out the gender."

"But how are we supposed to pick out names?"

"Easy, we pick out two. One for each."

"But how are we supposed to get used to calling the baby by its name?"

"We don't. That's a bit pretentious anyway. Placing such expectations on a baby before it even gets here."

"Alright, alright. Now, close your eyes my love. Get some rest."

Regina awakened to the sounds of birds chirping and the light streaking into her bedroom. She sat up with a start and called out.

"Robin? Robin are you here?" She didn't immediately hear a response. She glanced over at her alarm clock to see the digital read out flip to 10:24. "Shit!" She cried out as she threw the covers off her body and stumbled out of bed, forgetting momentarily she was naked. She tried to catch herself on the night table and ended up knocking her plate of forgotten saltine crackers and leftover gingerale onto the floor with a crash. "Fuck!" She exclaimed as she kneeled onto the floor to collect the plate, glass and crackers.

"Regina! What the hell are you doing?" Robin appeared in the doorway and then rushed to her side.

"It's ten thirty! Why didn't you wake me? I was supposed to call in so you could get my stuff!" She was in hysterics now.

"Hey, hey relax. I'll pick this up, you get back in bed. I called Mal and she sent your secretary over with your stuff. It's in the downstairs office, waiting for Sleeping Beauty to make her arrival. Mr. Gold sends his regards and doesn't think you should really be working at home. He says Mal can handle the account for a day or two if needed. They're still working on the final draft and cove-rart."

"He told you all of this? He said I didn't have to work on it for a few days? Are you sure it wasn't Sidney? That sounds uncharacteristic for Mr. Gold."

"I promise everything I just told you came straight from Mr. Gold's mouth." Regina narrowed her eyes at Robin. He was in his lounge pants and a plain white undershirt.

"What are you doing home?"

"Well, you're sick."

"Yes, I'm sick, you're not."

"I asked off for today."

"You just happened to have today off?"

"Yep."

"What for?"

"Don't worry about what for. Just don't come in the nursery."

"Robinnn, what are you doing in the nursery? You're not supposed to work on anything without me!"

'Relax love, it's a surprise."

"You know I don't like surprises. Why do you do this?"

"I promise, if you'll just trust me, that this is a good surprise. And it is something we've talked about." Regina eyed her husband once more before standing up from the floor to let him finish cleaning up. "Where are you going?"

"To put on some loungewear. If Mr. Gold says I don't have to actually work from home because you told him I was sick, I'm going to go downstairs and binge watch all the shows I can't watch while the boys are home. And since you asked for the day off too I expect some personal services." Robin laughed as he finished picking the items off the floor and followed his wife downstairs.

Robin deposited the plate and glass into the sink. He could hear the low rumblings from the television out in the den. He decided to make Regina a fruit plate with some yogurt and a glass of orange juice. He carried the items out to her and deposited them on the side table. She was thoroughly engrossed in her show.

"Here ya go. I'll be upstairs, so just give a holler if you need anything more, okay?" Regina nodded her head as she pulled the plate of fruit into her lap and bit into a strawberry. The juices gushed down her hands and she ever so delicately flicked her tongue out to lick the juice. She turned her head towards Robin, her eyes catching his. She popped the rest of the strawberry into her mouth and chewed. She then picked up another strawberry and placed the entire fruit into her mouth before biting down. When she reached for a third, Robin caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. He bit down on the strawberry and chewed.

"Hey! That was mine!"

"Oh, my love you don't play fair and you know it."

"But, I'm not feeling well, you can't treat me like this."

"Oh, I think you're feeling perfectly fine right about now."

"No, no I'm not," she poked her lips out and pouted.

"No?"

"No."

"Well, what can I do to make you feel better?" She quirked her lips and brought her finger to her chin, tapping on it lightly.

"For starters, you can massage my back."

"Alright, I can do that."

"Really?"

"Really, now sit up so I can get behind you." Regina quickly obliged, moving so Robin could sit behind her on the sofa but so that she could continue eating her fruit and watching her show. He started off at her neck and worked his way to her shoulders and upper back. Her plate of fruit and yogurt was eventually emptied. "Alright, was that good?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Anything else?" Regina craned her neck towards her husband and he was a bit startled at the hooded look in her eyes.

"Why yes, I do think there is something else you can do for me," she said as she placed her empty plate on the sidetable. She turned her body fully around, leaned forward on her hands to place a delicate kiss on Robin's lips. She sat back and grinned. She leaned forward once more, this time wrapping her arms around his neck before teasing the entrance of his mouth. It took a moment for Robin to catch on, but not long before they were making out on the sofa like teenagers. Eventually, one of Regina's hands snaked down to Robin's loungewear, flimsy loungewear judging by the stiffness she felt as her hands grazed his crotch. Robin strangled out a cry when Regina touched him, for her lips were still locked onto his. Robin broke their kiss, gasping for air. Regina stared hard at him, a little upset he interrupted their little session. Robin smiled at his wife and pushed her so she was laying on her back. "What are you doing?" She asked as he covered her body with his.

"Don't worry, just relax. I'm glad to see you feeling better. I want to show you how glad I am that you're feeling better." Robin pecked a kiss on her nose and then her lips before his hands drifted down her sides, sending a shiver up her spine. His hand stopped at the top of her pajama pants and then he dragged them down her body, pausing as she shimmied them off. Robin moved his hands up and down her thighs, giving them a squeeze here and there, massaging them. He could feel her body tremble and tense with each pass. Soon, soft sighs could be heard escaping her mouth. She shut her eyes and draped her legs open. Robin's hands coasted to the inside of her thighs as she dropped one of her hands down to rub at her clit while the other snaked underneath her shirt to grasp at one of her breasts. "Mmm, this more along the lines of what you wanted me to do for you?" Robin asked as he stared at Regina playing with herself. She tightly nodded her head, reveling in the pleasure she was giving herself, waiting for Robin. Robin stilled her hand and removed it. Her eyes popped open as she watched him tuck his head in between her thighs and gave her an impossibly slow lick against her folds. She moaned out, her thighs bucking just a little. Robin grasped her thighs, pulling them over his shoulders and scooted her body further down the sofa. He gave her a few more strong licks before latching onto her clitoris for a hard suck. She yelped out and rucked her shirt up all the way over her breasts where she began kneading them and pinching her nipples, rolling them in her fingers the way Robin would during foreplay. Deep guttural moans ripped from her throat of their own accord. Her hips rolled more as Robin dipped his tongue in and out of her folds, earning breathy moans from his wife. He reached up to steady her bucking hips but found her pregnant belly made that a little difficult. Robin continued his oral assault until one final scream ripped from Regina's lips, her body stilling as liquid gushed forward.

"Well, fuck, I think that's a first," he said as he used the back of his hand to wipe his face now sticky with his wife's juices.

"Hmmm," Regina giggled. Robin allowed Regina's legs to drop as she stretched out her body as far as it would go across the sofa.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Oh yes, much better, but not tip top shape."

"And what, mi'lady, would bring you to tip top shape?"

"I think I need a bath."

"A bath?"

"Yes, I've just finished quite the workout."

"You were working out?" Regina smacked Robin's chest as he hovered over her, peppering kisses across her jawline, on her lips, in the valley between her breasts.

"Glute raises, deep breathing, crunches, which are not safe for my abdominal walls, I'll have you know." Robin sat up and held his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, alright, you win. I'll go draw you a bath. I'm setting a timer though, no longer than ten minutes and then you must shower off, okay?"

"Okay, daddy." Robin stood and pulled Regina off the sofa. He reached for her hand and led her up the stairs to their bedroom. She stood behind in as he drew the bath for her. "No bubbles?"

"No, no bubbles, we don't anything irritating your vagina."

Regina scoffed, "and what you just did didn't irritate it?"

"Mmm, quite the contrary, I think I made it very happy. Now, climb in and I'll make us some lunch. Anything in particular?"

"How about a grilled chicken salad, with some more of those strawberries and maybe some mango? Do we have anything of that?"

"I believe we do dear. I'll get started on that and pop back up here to check on you in ten minutes, okay?" Regina simply nodded her head as Robin assisted her in sitting down in the tub. He watched her as she leaned back and let out a satisfied sigh as she closed her eyes.

There was a soft knocking on the door and a soft voice calling out her name.

"Noooo," she whined out. "It hasn't been ten minutes!"

"Oh my love, I promise you it has. I'll drain the water for you and you can rinse off. I brought the tv trays up here." Regina nodded her head as Robin bent down to release the tub stopper so it could drain. Sometimes she hated he was so attentive to her and the pregnancy. She wouldn't have minded a twenty minute soak. Maybe she could get one on Saturday when he was out and about. Of course she would have to find him something to be out and about with. The tub let out a gurgling sound alerting her to the last of the water draining.

"Hey, Robin!" Robin poked his head back around the corner.

"Yes love?" She reached her hands out towards him.

"A little help please?"

"Oh yeah, of course," he bent forward and pulled Regina to her feet. He pecked a kiss on her cheek and she turned the shower on and washed off. Ten minutes later she exited the bathroom with nothing but a towel around her form. She headed over to her dresser to pull out a pair of silk pajama bottoms and pulling out one of Robin's drawers, she pulled out an oversized shirt she was sure would fit over her belly.

"Hey, if you wear all my shirts what am I supposed to wear?" Robin whined as she crossed over to the full sized mirror, picking up the body cream that sat on Robin's night stand. Regina shrugged her shoulders and sat on Robin's side of the bed, handing him the body cream so he could rub down her back.

"Looks like someone might have to do a little bit more of laundry."

"Is that someone you?" Regina grinned at him in the mirror, biting her lower lip.

"Oh, sorry, all those dirty clothes in the laundry basket hurts my back. No heavy lifting. Perhaps you could do it or teach Henry. We wouldn't want anything to happen to me or the baby from such strenuous activities, would we?" Robin finished with her back and rested his hands on her shoulders, pulling her back a little so he could look properly into her eyes.

"Strenuous activities, eh? So I guess sex is out of the question." Regina's mouth dropped open as she let out a surprised gasp. She smacked his arm and retrieved the body cream from his hands to continue rubbing the cream into her freshly cleaned body.

"You've been very gently and kind and I've been very mindful of my body when we engage in sex. I think it's a safer activity for me. We can make modifications to accommodate the belly. Bending down to pick up laundry or trying to reach the bottom of the washing machine to get out all the clothes is a bit difficult with the belly." Regina set the body cream container back on the night stand, pulled on her clothes and sat next to Robin on the bed. They both ate the lunch Robin prepared while they watched whatever show Regina left off of on her DVR recordings from when she was downstairs.

When Regina woke next the curtains in her room were drawn. The covers were pulled and tucked around her and she could hear the soft pitter patter of rain drops on the outside of her window. She blinked a few times to allow her eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room. The alarm clock blinked eight eleven pm. She leaned up on her elbow and called out to Robin. It was a few minutes, but he soon appeared in the doorway.

"Hey love," he said as he sat down on the bed, pushing a bit of her hair out of the way. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah. How long did I sleep? Why didn't you wake me? Are the boys okay?"

"Shh, shh. You slept for maybe four hours. The boys are fine, they're getting ready for bed. Are you hungry? I made dinner."

"No, I don't want a repeat of last night. I'm still plenty full from lunch. The baby doesn't allow for much food."

"Alright, well you go back to sleep. I'm going to check to make sure the boys have everything they need for bed."

"Okay, hurry back though, I need my human boppy if I expect to get a good night's sleep."

"Is that all you want me for? I could get you the actual boppy if that's the case."

"No, I want you." Robin nodded his head and pecked his wife's forehead with a chaste kiss. Minutes later he returned to their bedroom, stripped of his clothes from earlier in the day, dressed in his pajamas and climbed into bed with Regina. She snuggled down into his welcoming arms, inhaling his warm scent. They both soon drifted off into peaceful sleep, lulled by the rhythmic sounds of the rain outside.

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