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Soft music echoed through the recently painted room. Robin took a step back to admire his work. He finally finished the mural he and Regina chose for one of the walls in the baby's nursery. A creaking on the floor could be heard just outside the bedroom door. Robin sighed and shook his head, Regina was a little antsy. Nesting had begun.

"I can hear you, ya know. You might as well stop right where you are mi'lady," he called out as he pulled the door open, startling his wife, making her drop the glass of water she carried.

"Damnit Robin," Regina scowled at her husband. He gathered her into his arms in an attempt to soothe her. She went stiff. He caressed her back.

"There, there dear. Serves you right trying to sneak in without permission." Regina pushed away and looked Robin squarely in the face, scoffing at his remark.

"Serves me right? I just want everything to be perfect. We've discussed this, we've even discussed this with Dr. Hopper. I need to be able to worry about this, why won't you let me worry?!" She exclaimed. Robin reached out for his love's arms and rubbed them up and down. She threw her arms up to break his contact. He huffed out an exasperated sigh. Patience. Be patient with her, he reminded himself of Dr. Hopper's words. Regina had been an okay sport throughout the pregnancy for the most part. However, as things were getting down to the wire they found themselves decidedly stressed. There were still things to be purchased such as another vehicle, van or SUV they couldn't decide. They also needed a crib mattress, a stroller, a car seat and perhaps another high chair. Regina was torn between what kind of stroller they needed, a jogger or just a plain stroller and did they need two, one for Robin's car and one for hers and oh, did they need two car seats? And what about a carrier? Cloth diapers or plastic? So yes, the soon to be newish parents were stressed. Robin tried his best to take on her worries, to be the strong one, and as glad as he and Mary – Margaret were that Regina finally gave in to regularly scheduled sessions with Dr. Hopper, he was quite worried when she came to him a few weeks ago, quietly, telling him they needed to have a talk and the talk needed to be in the presence of Dr. Hopper at the behest of Dr. Hopper. Her statement sent him into a near panic, worried what she could possibly need to talk to him about that couldn't be done in the privacy of their own home. The week that stretched on before him was one of the most stressful times in his life, not counting proposing to Regina and fearing she might actually say no.

Regina stilled herself and stalked off down the hallway, tossing a "You better clean that up by the time I return," over her shoulder as she made her way to their bedroom. Robin hung his head and shook it. What indeed had he signed himself up for?. And should Fate be on their side, could they have another child together if this was how she was going to be? Then he thought back to what life might have been like between Daniel and Regina when she was pregnant with Henry, what kind of neurotic mess she was. What a strong partner Daniel must've been and he respected the long departed man even more. Robin bent down and picked up the glass. He made his way over to the hall closet and pulled out a towel to mop up the puddle of water in front of the nursery door. He tossed the towel in the pile of dirty clothes in the closet and headed to the kitchen to refill Regina's glass of water. He made the slow climb back up the stairs to their master bedroom, composing himself, thinking of how he might soothe things over with his wife. The bedroom door was slightly ajar. He lightly knocked on the door to announce his arrival. He pushed the door open, ignoring the "go away" from his wife. She was seated, reclined, on their bed, her legs resting on top of that stupid boppy she had to sleep with every night. He handed her the glass of water. She took it from his hands, rolling her eyes before taking a sip and placing it on the night stand. Robin sat down on the bed beside her, raised his hands, pausing to see if his wife would resist and he began to rub her legs, kneading them, even working his way down to her feet. A small gasp and moan erupted from her lips as he continued his ministrations in silence for a few minutes more.

"You know, we're going to have to talk about it."

"Quiet. I'm trying to relax." Robin shook his head and chuckled.

"Look, you're the one who dragged me to your sessions with Dr. Hopper."

"Yes, because you won't let me see what you're doing in the nursery!"

"And if you recall, in the sessions with Dr. Hopper, this is how I'm helping out with preparing for the baby." Regina turned her head to properly look at her husband. He had a point.

"I still don't see why you won't let me see." Robin paused his motions.

"Do you really need to see it that bad?" Truth is, he had kept the nursery under lock and key. Anything she needed out of the room, be it baby clothes to wash or bottles to sterilize either he or Henry would be the ones to get it for her. It was driving her mad to not be in control. She had many discussions with Dr. Hopper. Dr. Hopper was unsuccessful in convincing Regina it was okay to let Robin paint the nursery with the agreed upon theme without her seeing it. Regina wanted Dr. Hopper to tell Robin to let her see what he was working on. Dr. Hopper reluctantly agreed to meet with both Robin and Regina and ten minutes into the session Dr. Hopper saw he really had his work cut out for him. He thought the sessions with Regina were going rather well despite a few hiccups in their first sessions. He thought they finally hit their groove once her pregnancy progressed into the second trimester. He was wrong. He was impressed with how well Regina maintained her composure in present Robin with her reasons why she should be allowed to see what was going on in the nursery. However, when Dr. Hopper suggested that this was Robin's way of nesting Regina turned into someone he didn't know. It took a lot of effort on both Robin and Dr. Hopper's part to calm her down and have a rational discussion. She reluctantly agreed, but only because she stepped up her attempts to get a glimpse into the nursery.

So here they were, for the umpteenth time, Robin had lost count, discussing what they both agreed to in Dr. Hopper's office. Robin stared into Regina's face, for her eyes were downcast. He reached up to tilt her chin to look at him. She snatched her head away, her scowl deepening. He dropped his hands into his lap and exhaled a long sigh.

"Alright," he plainly stated. She looked up at him, her eyelashes dampened with tears.

"Alright, what?" Robin held out his hands for her to take.

"I'm going to take you to the nursery so you can see what I'm doing in there. The paint is fresh so you might not be able to stand the fumes for too long and it's not quite finished, but rest assure it will be finished before the baby gets here, as long as he stays in there the requisite amount of time." Regina was so shocked, her lips parted in surprise. She reluctantly placed her hands into his outstretched hands and he helped her up off the bed. Robin was quite surprised by her reaction, her pace so slow he felt he was practically dragging her down the hall towards the nursery. A complete turn around from just a few moments ago in which she was pitching a hissy fit. Her hand tightly clasped his and he felt her quaking as they neared the door. He paused in front, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Regina halted. Robin glanced back at her. "What are you doing? I thought you wanted to see it." Regina shook her head.

"I didn't think you'd give in."

"Well I think I've tortured you enough with waiting. Perhaps there are some elements you would like to add maybe? Maybe we could move the furniture around some more? Would that be okay?" She slowly shook her head. "Great, now come on, don't let all that bluster go to waste," Robin said as he pulled his anxious wife behind him.

Now that the moment had finally come, Regina was scared shitless of what kind of disaster he might have created in their child's nursery. In the two years they've been together she hasn't known him to be the artistic type. In fact, she'd wanted to ask a good friend of the family, Marco, to do the mural. She researched some themes on the internet and found one suitable to her liking and showed it to Robin. He enthusiastically shook his head in agreement but frowned his disapproval at asking the older gentleman to do the artwork. Regina had bitten her lip, ambivalence etched into the fine features of her face. Now, now was the time to witness her husband's handiwork and she found herself unprepared. All the sneaking around she'd done was to catch him ruining everything. She would laud it over his head from now until kingdom come, it would be a funny thing, for her at least. Yes, Regina was woefully unprepared for the emotional reveal. She shut her eyes and dug her heals into the floor. Robin gave her hand a gentle tug and she stumble forward. He was right, the paint smell was still fresh; her nostrils flared out.

"Regina, love, open your eyes." Robin moved so that he stood behind her with his hands placed upon her shoulders. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open and let out a gasp. She was truly taken aback by the scene before her. There were the walls they painted together early on in her pregnancy, the softest shade of green, a gender neutral color. Her theme had been Enchanted Forest and the scene before her was definitely enchanting. Words could do no justice. On the far wall opposite where she wanted the crib to sit was a most delightful scene playing out before her. There was a magnificent willow tree that stretched from near the floor with a wide trunk to the ceiling with billowing leaves. There were butterflies and faeries dotted within the leaves. There were rolling hills in which stood a unicorn and a small dragon breathing fire, well attempting. Near the base of the tree sat two small children, boys, boys that looked suspiciously like Henry and Roland. They were reading out of a book with the title 'Once Upon A Time' decoratively displayed on the cover. Atop the older boy's head sat a squirrel peaking over top as if it too were trying to read the words written in the book. The younger boy had a small blue bird resting on his knee. There was also a fox curled up next to the young boy, a quiver of arrows and a small basket of apples resting in front of it. It was all so wonderful, more wonderful than what she imagined. She turned to look at her husband, finally closing her mouth. She tilted her head, reached out a hand and caressed his cheek. He leaned into her embrace, took her palm and kissed it. He pulled her towards him and turned her around in his arms so she could still face the mural. He wrapped his arms around her front and she held tightly onto them as they swayed together to the soft sounds echoing from the blue tooth speaker Robin was listening to earlier.

"I take it mi'lady approves?" Robin spoke after a few moments. Regina turned in his arms and laced her arms around the back of his neck. She sighed. She leaned forward to press a chaste kiss on lips, ever so gentle. He responded in kind, not asking for anything more. He broke their kiss and embraced his wife in a tight hug. She broke away and turned to look once more at the mural her husband painted on the wall.

"So, you did this? All by yourself?" She asked as she approached the mural to further inspect.

"Oh, you wound me!" Robin exclaimed, grasping his chest as if he indeed had been wounded.

"No, I've just never seen you do artsy stuff."

"Well, if you stick around for a few more years there are many other hidden talents you might unearth."

"Really now?" She offered a big grin. "Would one of those talents be moving the furniture around?"

"If that is what you wish."

"It is."

"Alright, what do you want to move first?"

"How about the crib? Put opposite the mural? And perhaps we can put the changing table in the corner by the window?"

"Alright, sounds good. How about the wardrobe?"

"Let's put that by the door."

"Are you going to finish washing these clothes? I can get this stuff moved around while you do that and then we can put the clothes away. How does that sound?"

"I think that sounds perfect," she stated as Robin approached her. She craned her neck to pepper kisses on his lips and across his jawline. She departed from the nursery, content that things were finally coming together; heralding that the arrival of the baby wasn't all that far away.

There you have it! Please read and review! Offer constructive criticism. Make some suggestions on what would be some great scenarios. I promise I won't bite!