I know it's been a while since I've updated, but it's taken time to put this chapter together. It was a suggestion from a reviewer and I hope I've done an alright job. I have taken some liberties so please forgive me for that.
Emma finished spreading the red rose petals across Robin and Regina's bedroom. She took a step back to admire her handiwork. Nodding her head in appreciation, she checked the CD player to make sure the CD she burned earlier was queued up. Next she set about placing pillared candles around the room, some on the dresser, some on the night stand tables and some in the bathroom. How she got tasked with setting up this lover's den, she wasn't sure. Robin had come to her and Mary – Margaret, wanting to do something special for Regina for their first wedding anniversary. Mary – Margaret had a few misgivings given how the Mills – Hood treated her at the gender reveal party. It took quite a lot of begging on Robin's part, even a promise of watching Neal for Mary – Margaret and David on three separate occasions. Eventually Mary – Margaret caved and preparations were underway. Unfortunately, Mary – Margaret roped Emma into her stupid shenanigans. Emma loathed every spare minute she had to spend with the pixie cut haired brunette, but at least she got bear claws and hot chocolate out of it. On the other hand, some small part of her was glad she could help celebrate her friends and their marriage. It was only eight thirty in the evening. Emma had made quick work of her task and now she had plenty of time for lounging around and exploring the house, awaiting Robin's text to signal they were on their way home so she could light the candles in the bedroom and make herself scarce.
Emma first made her way down the hall towards the baby's nursery. Up until a few weeks ago Robin held the room under lock and key while he worked earnestly on decorating the room. Every now and then she and Mary – Margaret were forced to listen to Regina bemoan the fact that she had no earthly idea what Robin might be doing to their child's room and it was driving her bananas. The only way to get her to shut up about it was a trip to Granny's for a double cheeseburger with onion rings and a milkshake, no whipped cream and three cherries. Sometimes they would have to go to the ice cream shop and get her a fudge sundae, mostly more fudge than the actual ice cream part. Emma chuckled to herself as she turned the knob of the nursery door. Her mouth gaped open at the sight before her eyes. She was in complete awe of the Enchanted Forest motif Robin painted. Regina had shown them a rough sketch that she had the art department at the publishing company mock up for her but the final product did it no justice. Emma had no idea Robin could paint, in fact she wonders if he had help from Marco, the town's infamous carpenter. She wandered over the wall to gently glide her fingers over the fine detailing of the tree and the woodland creatures scattered throughout. She stooped lower to take in the painting of the two young boys that bore a striking resemblance to Henry and Roland. Next, she stood up and worked her way over to the glider and rocked it back and forth. The crib drew her attention as she stood, peering down and imagining herself in this position. Imagining if she could have a child, did she want one and did she want one with Killian. Did Killian want kids. She absentmindedly twirled the celtic knot ring on her finger. She sighed, those were imaginings for another day.
Regina was seated in the car, blindfold over her eyes. She'd been kidnapped, shanghaied and she had no idea where she was. She was disoriented and found herself on the verge of a panic attack. She hated not being in charge. She was trying her best to tamper her nerves. The afternoon had started out innocent enough. Regina wanted to go baby shopping and who better to tag along than Mary – Margaret. Regina had finally settled on a brand of wraps, cloth diapers and breast pump. Mary – Margaret suggested Regina finally sign up for a registry so that she could throw her a baby shower, afterall Regina owed her that much given the disaster of the gender reveal party. Regina reluctantly agreed if it meant that Mary – Margaret wouldn't bother her with the details of the shower, just tell her where and when and she'd do her best to show up. And there would be no bow hat or measuring of her belly. Mary – Margaret snapped her mouth shut and nodded her head in agreement with the terms for she really had no choice if she wanted to throw the shower. Strange then that once they were done shopping for baby items Mary – Margaret managed to drag Regina back to that stupid maternity clothing store and insisted Regina pick out a nice low cut dress that showed off her curves. Strange that Mary – Margaret insisted Regina wear the clothing out of the store and even stranger still Mary – Margaret somehow managed to blind fold Regina for a secret surprise. To say Regina was pissed was an understatement. And now she had the blindfold on and had made a promise not to take it off under penalty of releasing Emma's picture of Regina with toothpaste on her face. The car had come to a stop after what felt an eternity.
"Mary – Margaret are we quite done with this silly game of yours? I'm starting to freak out here."
Silence.
"Mary – Margaret? Mare? Where are you? What are you doing?" Regina heard the driver side door open and shut. A heartbeat and then her passenger side door was pulled open. "Mary – Margaret what are you up to?" A strong hand grasped hers. It wasn't Mary – Margaret's delicate hand, oh no. This hand was warm and slightly calloused from hard work. She gasped. "Robin? Is that you?" A warm breath from a chuckle graced her cheek. The mystery person placed a finger on her lips to silence her. The hand pulled her forward and she reluctantly followed in step. Her movements were so hesitant the person leading her stopped walking and dropped her hand. "What's going on? Can I take the blindfold off now?" Silence. Big strong arms wrapped around her to carry her to wherever their mysterious destination was. She wrapped her arms around her mystery person to secure herself. Nuzzling into their neck she whispered, "I know it's you Robin, I can smell your pine scent." She kissed his cheek and felt the rumble of a low laugh in his chest. She relaxed into his hold. Eventually he came to a stop and placed her gently on her feet. "Can I take the blindfold off now?"
"No, just a few more steps, okay? Just trust me," the mystery man finally spoke. He took her hands and led her up a few steps before backing her into a chair and seating her. Then in a flourish he removed her blindfold. She wasn't prepared for the sight before her eyes. They were in the gazebo in the park where'd they'd gotten married almost a year ago, for it was still a few days before their anniversary. There were dainty lights woven throughout the trellis. There were strings of lights radiating from the light fixture in the rough of the gazebo. The table was wonderfully decorated with colors from their wedding. Candles were lit and champagne sat in a bucket at the side of the table. Robin stood across from her, waiting for her to take it all in before seating himself.
"Happy Anniversary, love," he grinned. Her eyes pricked with tears and she let out a slight laugh.
"My goodness, dear husband, I must say I am thoroughly impressed and pleasantly surprised."
"Good, but this is just the beginning of what I'm sure will be a most wonderful evening."
"I hope so. I also hope this evening doesn't last too long. I was out all afternoon shopping with Mary – Margaret and I did not get my afternoon nap. You know that makes me cranky."
"I know love, I know, but just try, for me, okay?"
"I make no promises, but I will try," she responded. A movement in her periphery startled her. Mary – Margaret moved from where she was standing carrying two plates with food. She sat one plate in front of Regina and the other in front of Robin.
"A light garden salad with spring mix, strawberries, walnuts, feta and a light strawberry balsamic vinaigrette." She took a step back, clasped her hands in front of her and took a slight bow. Regina chuckled and nodded in response.
"Who's watching the boys?"
"David is having a guys' night with Killian," Mary – Margaret responded.
"I suppose that's alright."
"Don't worry, they'll be fine! This night is for the two of you. I'll be back in a little while with the main course, sound good?"
"Yes, thanks Mary – Margaret," Regina nodded her head in Mary – Margaret's direction and the pixie – haired brunette disappeared back into the shadows from whence she came. Regina offered her husband a wide grin before picking up her fork and eating some of the salad. Robin mirrored her actions and they ate in silence for a few minutes. Regina every now and then set her fork down to sip some water. Eventually both of their plates were clean.
"So, whadya think?" Robin asked once Regina placed her fork down.
"I," Regina started, reaching for her husband's hand, "think that you are an excellent husband and I, am a shitty wife." Robin stared aghast at his wife's comments.
"Whadya mean you're a shitty wife?"
"I completely forgot to do anything special for you on our anniversary. I think I may have even let it slip my mind."
"Well, to be honest, that was the idea. I didn't want you to have to worry about a thing! You have enough on your plate. Believe me, this is the least I can do for you. In fact, I only have a few more weeks before my present arrives." Regina smirked at her husband.
"Online shopping with our household account?"
"No, don't be silly. I'm talking about Squishy," Robin replied, nodding towards Regina's protruding stomach. She released Robin's hand and leaned backwards in her chair, smoothing circles on her belly. "Is she moving now?" Regina chuckled and tilted her head as if she was trying to detect any motion."A little bit, granted, there's not much room left in there and still a lot more time to go," she stated, tap tapping on her belly to see if she could get the baby to move in a more responsive manner. Robin rose from his seat and approached Regina, kneeling before her. "What are you doing, silly?"
"Shhhhh, I'm trying to feel," he said as he placed an ear on her belly and poked around. After a few moments he was rewarded with a jab to his ear. His wife chuckled. "What was that?"
"Serves you right. Mmmm, not sure maybe a foot," she responded as she ran her hands through his hair. A few more moments passed before they heard the slow approach of footsteps, presumably Mary – Margaret's, and she looked to be carrying the rest of their meal.
"Here ya guys go," she stated as she placed the dishes on the table and removed the now empty salad plates. "Baked chicken with a rosemary and lemon glaze and roasted asparagus." Once again, Mary – Margaret retreated back into the shadows. Robin returned to his seat and Regina leaned forward to inhale the aromatic flavors floating from the dish before her.
"Goodness, this smells wonderful. Where did you get this from?"
"Who said I purchased this from somewhere?"
"Well this certainly seems beyond your culinary skills Mr. Beanie Weenies," Regina joked lightly.
"What? I'll have you know I can cook things besides Bean Weenies. It's just what Roland likes to eat."
"He likes to eat that because that seems to be the only dish you don't screw up."
"Mi'lady, I take offense!" Robin grasped his chest as if he'd been mortally wounded. Regina cut into her chicken and lifted it to her mouth.
"Oh. My. God. This is absolute heaven."
"Hey, hey, slow down. Don't want you to choke," Robin commented as he too took a bite of the chicken. "Oh wow, this is good." Regina glanced up towards her husband, a knowing look graced her features. "What?"
"I knew you didn't cook this."
"Alright, you got me. It was Killian."
"Killian?" Robin nodded his head. "Seriously?"
"As serious as a heart attack my dear."
"Hmmm, I wonder if it would be in poor taste to divorce you so soon after our one – year anniversary and marry Killian instead."
"What? Hey! You're carrying my kid in there, you're pretty much mine now."
"Ah, but you see, dear husband, I belong to no one."
"Well, that may be true, but that child binds us together, forever."
Their light banter continued on until there was just a little bit of food left on Regina's plate. Robin stood up and popped the cork on the champagne, offering a toast.
"To my dear, sweet, wonderful, adorable wife. Thank you for taking this second chance with me. A second chance with love, a second chance with marriage, and a second chance with another child. There is no other place I'd rather be than right here with you, in this life. Happy Anniversary, love." He planted a kiss upon her cheek and they clinked their glasses together.
"My dear sweet husband, you're too good to me. How am I supposed to top that?"
"Well, you can't really, can you?"
"I'll let you have this for now."
"Don't worry. As I said before, this is for you. Now, are you done eating? There's more to get to."
"There's more?"
"Yep."
"Well, to be honest, I wasn't lying when I said there was no more room in my belly. Is there a way we can package this up. I'll probably be hungry a little later."
"Uh, yeah, sure. Hang on a bit." Robin dashed off from the gazebo and returned a bit later with Mary – Margaret in tow.
"No room for dessert?" She queried.
"Dear god, no. I feel like a beached whale."
"Alrighty then. Well, off you two go. I'll clean up here. Enjoy the rest of your evening."
Robin grabbed Regina's hand and pulled her from her seat. They walked hand in hand towards the crossover vehicle.
"This isn't exactly a date night car."
"Aww, shush, it's fine. We're just heading back over to the house anyway."
"The house? I hope you don't have too much planned because I'm exhausted."
"Well, I did plan on putting you to bed," Robin responded cheekily.
"Pretty sure I'm exhausted," was Regina's only reply. Robin simply nodded. He situated Regina into the car and sent a text to Emma, signaling their return to the house.
Emma was on her second episode of Once Upon A Time when her phone chirped, notifying her of an incoming text message. It was from Robin, it said "go time". Emma hopped off the sofa and scurried upstairs to light the candles she set up earlier and started the CD player. After lighting the fifth candle she realized that perhaps it wasn't the wisest of decisions to set out so many. She headed into the bathroom and started water for a bath, adding in lavender oil for relaxing. It wouldn't take the couple long to return to the house. She continued lighting the candles while the water ran. She shut the water off just in time to see lights pull into the driveway. She was meant to be out of the door already. She quickly scrambled down the stairs and skittered into the dining room just in time to hear the front door open. Emma quickly dove behind the dining room table, knocking a few of the chairs.
"Alright love, here we are," Robin said as he pushed the front door open. He guided Regina through the door. She paused in the foyer to allow Robin to shut the door and guide her over to the stairs.
"You weren't kidding about putting me to bed, were you?"
"I want this to be a special night for you. Here, let me take your coat." Robin helped Regina out of her coat and placed it in the hall closet. "And now I will go put these leftovers in the kitchen, you head upstairs, okay?" Regina smirked and took to the stairs. Now was Emma's chance.
"Robin!" Emma called in a loud whisper when he walked by the table.
"Emma! What are you still doing here?" Robin crouched low to talk to Emma.
"I know, but timing running bath water and lighting the candles so the house doesn't burn down or flood is hard."
"Okay, well get out of here before Regina sees you," he cautioned.
"Well I don't really understand why we need the secrecy. Mary – Margaret served you guys dinner." Just then the pair could hear Regina's footsteps on the stairs.
"Robin? Who are you talking to?"
"Crap, how am I supposed to get out now?!" Robin motioned for Emma to stay silent.
"Uh, no one dear, you're hearing things," he hollered to his wife.
"No, I hear you talking and I don't think it's to yourself, who are – fuck." There was a series of loud thuds on the stairs. Robin and Emma rushed forward towards the stairs.
"Regina! Regina! Are you okay?" Regina was reclined on the last few steps, rolled into her side and tears were leaking through her eyes. Both Robin and Emma were at her side, grasping her arms and pulling her into a seated position.
"Does it look like I'm okay?!" Regina lashed out.
"Okay, right, I'm sorry. What happened?"
"I slipped on the stairs."
"How are you feeling? Are you in any pain anywhere? Is the baby okay?"
"How am I supposed to tell if the baby is okay? My hip smarts."
"Okay, well do you think we should go to the hospital to get you checked out?" Regina stared hard at her husband before responding, checking to make sure it was his mouth that uttered those words.
"And embarrass myself by admitting I fell down the stairs? I don't think so."
"Regina, if you weren't pregnant, I wouldn't press the matter, but you are," Emma chimed in. Regina looked up in Emma's direction as if she just realized the blonde's presence.
"Emma, what are you doing here?"
"Uh, lighting candles and drawing you a relaxing bath?" Regina chuckled, grasping Robin's cheek.
"You were going to let me take a bath?"
"Yeah, I was even going to let you soak for twenty minutes instead of the usual ten." Regina leaned forward and pecked a kiss onto Robin's lips.
"How sweet."
"Thanks. Quit trying to distract us though, it won't work."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"You trying to stop us from making you go to the hospital." Regina looked into Robin's eyes, then Emma's before rolling them.
"Okay, how about this, I don't go to the hospital right now. If any issues arise later then you won't hear any protest from me. How does that sound?"
"Regina," Robin started to protest, but his wife held up her hand.
"I promise the only thing that smarts right now, other than my pride, is my hip. Perhaps I'll soak in the tub and then ice it down. Does that work for everyone?" Robin and Emma looked at each other before shrugging their shoulders. It was obvious this was a fight neither of them were going to win. "Good, now help me up." Robin and Emma pulled Regina to her feet. "I think you can see yourself out, right Emma? I'd like to salvage the rest of the evening." Emma nodded.
"Okay, but if you guys need anything, anything at all – "
"We'll let you know, thanks, for all your help." Emma stood and headed towards the front door, letting herself out. Robin turned to Regina. "Alright, let's get you upstairs, shall we? I'll help you into the tub and then I'll get the ice pack." Regina simply nodded and allowed Robin to peck a kiss onto her forehead.
Emma saw herself out after the commotion. Regina allowed Robin to take her upstairs. Once there, she shooed him away, telling him she was perfectly capable of undressing herself. He asked if she was certain to which he received a hard stare in response and the threat of he'd better shut his face if he wanted the evening to remain romantic. He quickly shuffled out of the room. It wasn't until after she'd pulled her dress over her head and went to unclasp her bra that she felt it, an ever so slight twinge in her lower back. She had to stop her movements and take deep breaths.
"Regina, you okay?" Robin interrupted from the doorway to their bedroom.
"Hmm?"
"You're breathing hard, are you alright?"
"Oh, yes, just a little frustrated that I can't quite reach down to take off my shoes. Would you mind?" Robin rushed quickly over and pushed his wife onto the bed so he could take off her shoes. He then pulled her to her feet, unclasped her bra and shoved her panties down for her. They stood facing each other for a moment. Regina sucked in another breath and leaned forward to grasp Robin's shoulder as she shuddered out deep even breaths.
"Regina, are you sure you're okay? You're not hurting?" Regina hummed out, shaking her head.
"Yep, I'm good. My hip's really starting to burn. Is there bruising?" Robin leaned to the side to look at his wife's hip.
"Can't really tell, it looks a little red. Why don't we get you into the tub, hmmm? The sooner we do that, the sooner we can get an ice pack on that, alright?" Regina nodded her head as the pain subsided. Robin escorted her to the en-suite and helped her get situated in the tub. She was amazed by all the candles and rose petals that decorated the bathroom. There were even petals in the tub.
"Oh Robin, this looks so wonderful. I'm sorry my little slip down the stairs kinda put a dampener on the evening."
"Oh shush. We had a nice dinner together without having to worry about the boys. We're still going to have this evening together even if it is me holding an ice pack on your hip. The important thing is we get this time together. Now close your eyes and listen to the music. Emma worked really hard on the playlist." Regina chuckled as she reclined further into the warm water, inhaling the lavender scent as she closed her eyes.
She wasn't sure how much time passed in undisturbed bliss, but her low back twinged. She sighed. The baby was beginning to be a pain in the ass. How was she to enjoy a soak in the tub if it strained her low back so? Her back spasmed again. As loathed as she was to get out of the relaxing bath she called out to Robin.
"Robin!" She listened for the sound of Robin's footsteps on the stairs. He was supposed to bring her an ice pack for her hip anyway. Emma's playlist echoed through the bathroom. "Robin!" she called again. This time she heard the heavy footsteps of her husband rush up the stairs. He appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.
"Regina, what is it? Are you okay?" She eyed him.
"I'm fine, my low back, however, isn't too happy. I'm afraid I can't sit in the tub anymore," she whined a little.
"Oh love, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you out. I got the ice pack all ready to go."
"Great, help me over to the bed and you can massage my back."
"Alright love." They spent a few awkward moments getting Regina out of the tub and getting a towel wrapped around her body. She could really only get it tucked over her breasts while allowing the rest of it to fall open across her body. They ambled over to the bed where Robin helped position her on her side. He grabbed the massage oil from the night stand and began the full body massage by working on Regina's shoulders first. He elicited small moans of pleasure from her lips the deeper he worked on the muscles in her back. He eventually worked his way down to the middle of her back and finally on her lower back. The sounds she made rivaled the sounds uttered from her lips during their love making. He was certain her towel would become soaked not from having dried her off of water but from her cumming. He stopped his ministrations to lean over and peck a kiss to her cheek. "How was that love?"
"Mmmm," she hummed in response. She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs slightly. "That was amazing, thank you. Where's the ice pack?" Robin chuckled.
"One track mind, I see."
"Or maybe it is you with the one track mind. Having Emma decorate the bed room in such a way."
"Well, yes, was it too much to ask to worship your body on a day such as this?" She quirked her lips before responding.
"I suppose." He pecked another kiss to her forehead.
"Alright, I left the ice pack downstairs when I heard you yelling. I'll have to change out the ice so it may be a few moments. I'll be back as soon as I can, love."
"Okay, I'll be here, prone like a beach whale awaiting your return," she smiled and stuck out her tongue.
"Lovely," Robin responded before heading out the door. Regina rolled slightly back to her side, wincing at the dull ache in her back. While Robin's hands were wonderful, the massage still did nothing to alleviate the pressure in her back. She hauled herself out the bed and went in search of some sleep shorts and one of Robin's shirts to wear to bed. She grabbed the towel from the bed and tossed it towards the hamper. Robin could actually bend down and place it in the hamper later. She returned to the bed and settled herself in it, waiting for Robin's return.
It didn't take Robin long to trot back up the stairs. True, his plans for sex tonight with his wife were derailed, but it was nice to just enjoy a romantic evening with her. He saw her figure tucked underneath the flat sheet on the bed, the comforter pulled back onto his side of the bed. He shook his head and approached his wife. Her eyes were drifting shut. He walked around the room blowing out the candles that were still lit from their romantic evening before climbing in behind her and spooning her. He placed the ice pack on her hip and they both drifted off to sleep.
Some time passed and Regina woke with a start. She felt something wet between her legs and her back hurt infinitesimally more than when she first lied down. She tucked her hands between her legs in search of the ice pack which she was sure was the cause of the wetness she felt. She pulled back her wet hands, confusion etched on her face when she felt no ice pack. The wetness that coated her hands was sticky. She flipped on the lamp and sucked in a deep breath.
"Robin!" She yelled out. He grunted. "Robin, get up, we need to go to the hospital." She yelled once more, this time shaking her husband out of his sleep. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Regina, what's going on?" She turned to look at her husband and showed him her hands.
"I don't know, but I'm bleeding," she whispered out in soft sobs. Robin jumped up from the bed and rushed around their bedroom throwing on some pants and his slippers.
"Okay, um can you stand? Do you need me to help you stand?" Regina sniffled tears as she hauled herself into a sitting position so she could push herself up into a standing position.
"Ahhhh," she screamed as she doubled over in pain. She sat back down onto the bed. Robin came and kneeled before her. Regina sucked in more breaths.
"Breathe Regina, slowly, in and out, okay? Follow my breath." Regina nodded as she looked into her husband's eyes. Once she seemed to calm down, she parted her lips.
"Robin, I'm sorry." Robin reached forward to tuck her hair behind her ears.
"Love, whatever are you sorry for?"
"We're going to lose the baby because I didn't want to go to the hospital." Robin rose from his position on the floor to sit beside her on the bed. He pulled her close.
"Shhhh, don't think that. You're 32 weeks, if the baby decides to come now she's going to be fine, you'll see. Don't think like that. We can try getting down the stairs so I can take you in. Do you think you can handle that, once we get you standing?" Regina shook her head. "Alright, I'm going to call Emma too, okay?" Regina nodded her head once more.
Killian groaned when Emma's phone rang out into the dead of night. Emma was a heavy sleeper. She was sprawled across their bed, drool crusted on the side of her lips. He reached over her body and grabbed for her phone. His eyes went wide when he saw Robin's name flash across the screen.
"Swan," he nudged her body. She grunted and scooted closer to Killian. He tried again, "Swan, Robin's calling."
"Huh?" She asked, seeming to be waking from her stupor.
"I said, Robin's calling, do you want me to answer?" The phone stopped.
"Ahem, maybe he just butt dialed me. He and Regina are probably on their third round," she stated with her eyes still closed. She rolled back over and curled into her side. Killian relaxed and settled back down into the bed alongside her. The phone shrilled out again. Emma grunted.
"Robin you're butt dialing me, I don't want to hear anything you – "
"Emma, Regina's bleeding."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Regina's bleeding, I need to take her to the hospital."
"What? No, no, it's too soon right? What is she 30 weeks?"
"32, I need some help getting her to the car, can you come over and help us out?"
"What? Me? Call the ambulance!"
"We don't have time for this, just throw on some damn clothes, okay?"
"Alright, alright, I'll be there. I'm using the lights."
"Fine, do whatever you gotta do." Emma hung up the phone. Killian leaned up on his elbows.
"What's going on Emma?" Emma looked at Killian.
"Regina's in trouble. She, she's bleeding."
"I gather that's bad?"
"Yeah, that's bad. Damnit, I knew I should've made her stubborn ass go to the hospital. Babe, I gotta go," she said, leaning forward to peck a kiss onto his lips. He sat in the bed, stunned, as he watched his love run around their cluttered bedroom. She put on her red leather jacket and dashed out the door. He laid back down in the bed. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he knew it must be really bad for Emma to interrupt her sleep and actually leave the apartment. He would check on her in the morning, maybe even bring some coffee and bear claws to the hospital later.
Robin saw the lights flashing out his house and two seconds later he heard the front door open and slam shut. Then he heard her yell. Robin had returned to kneeling in front of Regina, working her through breathing exercises. She was experiencing contractions. They managed to get her changed out of her bloody clothes. She had some leftover pads from menses long stopped during her pregnancy that they used to cover a fresh pair of panties to absorb any more bleeding.
"Upstairs, Emma!" Robin called out. Regina's evenly placed breaths stopped as she seemed to return to regular breathing. "Is that one over?" Regina shook her head. "Alright, I'm going to find Emma, okay?"
"Alright," she whispered out. Robin placed a kiss on his wife's head and headed for the bedroom door.
Emma was at the bottom of the landing by the time Robin made it to the top of the stairs. She quickly rushed up the stairs.
"Robin, what's going on? Regina's bleeding?"
"Yeah, she woke up and her hands were covered in blood. We've got her changed, but I'm having trouble trying to get her to stand so we can get her into the car. Can you help?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, I can do that."
"Thanks, and she's having contractions."
"What? Robin, you should've called an ambulance."
"I know, but she already feels bad. She feels it's her fault and doesn't want too much fuss. She's kinda resigned she's going to lose the baby. She's scared. I'm scared."
"Okay, alright, let's just get through this, one step at a time. We'll get her to the hospital, they'll check her out. They have meds for this. If she delivers I get to meet my god daughter sooner, but it'll be fine, just fine." Robin shook his head. He wanted so bad to believe Emma's words. He needed to believe them. He needed to stay strong for Regina. With one last glance at Emma they both headed up the stairs.
"Hey you stubborn old bat." Regina laughed harshly as Emma approached her.
"Emma, now is not the time."
"I know, but you know how much I love to call you on your shit. I'm going to help you stand and we're going to walk to the door, then we're going to walk down the stairs. We're going to get into my fancy car with the lights and we'll be at the hospital in no time, okay?"
"Emma, I can't do this."
"Yes you can. Mary – Margaret's not here to give you a proper hope speech, so this will have to do."
"What if I lose her?"
"The baby?" Regina shook her head. "We're not going to let that happen, okay? Have faith." Regina looked at Emma.
"You don't believe in God."
"We get through this, I'll come sit right next to you and Emmaline on the front row." Regina smirked.
"Emmaline?"
"Yes, I get to name her for saving her life." Regina started to chuckle again when her hand gripped Emma's hand tightly. Emma rubbed Regina's back soothingly. "Relax, breathe, in and out. Let me know when it passes, okay? We'll start making our way then." Regina simply nodded and focused on her breathing.
After a few moments, the contraction subsided. It took a lot of coaxing, but fifteen minutes later they finally had Regina buckled into Emma's patrol car. Five more minutes and they were pulling into the ambulance bay. Emma radioed ahead to the hospital and there was a team already waiting for them as soon as the pulled up. They opened Regina's door and assisted Robin in settling her into the wheelchair.
"Where are you taking her?" Robin called out to them as they wheeled her back towards the hospital entrance.
"Labor and delivery. Come find us when you can so we can get her registered." Robin looked at Emma.
"Go, I'll park the car and come find you."
"Will you call Mary – Margaret and let her know what's going on? Ask her to keep the boys?"
"Sure thing."
"But ask her not to tell them what's going on with Regina."
"Don't worry. We'll just tell them you guys wanted to spend more time together." Robin simply nodded his head and jogged after Regina's departing wheelchair. Emma sat down in her patrol car and headed towards the parking garage. She would stay at the hospital all night and all day and all night again to make sure her friend was okay. To make sure her god daughter was okay.
Robin caught up to the transport tech that was taking Regina towards the elevators that led to the Labor and Delivery ward. He could see his wife's delicate hands grasping the arms of the wheelchair as she worked her way through yet another contraction. Robin allowed this small moment to himself to worry over the fate of his unborn child for when they finally got settled in their room it was up to him to be the calm one. Regina would need his strength, love and care. They would get through this together. He mentally kicked himself for caving so easily to his wife. He should have been more insistent she get checked out, but then again her only complaint had been a sore hip and busted pride.
"Are you the husband?"
"Hmm, yeah, Robin Hood," Robin offered his hand to the nurse who arrived by his side once they exited the elevators. The nurse stared at his proffered hand. "What?"
"Seriously, your name is Robin Hood and you have a British accent?"
"Yes, that's his name!" Regina yelled from the wheelchair.
"Right, okay. This way. We'll get you settled into your room and get you checked out, alright?" Regina gritted her teeth and nodded her head all the while cradling her belly. The trip to her room wasn't very long once they passed the nursing circulation desk. The nurse that greeted them on the floor helped Regina onto the bed. She retrieved a hospital gown and handed it to Robin. "Will you help her get changed into the gown? It opens in the back. If you can give us a urine sample while I go get started on your paperwork that would be a great help." Robin took the hospital gown and the urine container from the nurse's hand and she exited the room. He turned to his wife who was seated on the side of the bed, leaning on her thighs. He could see her body shake with tears flowing down her cheeks. He sighed a heavy sigh and walked towards his wife. He placed the hospital gown and urine container beside Regina on the bed and knelt in front of her, laying his hands on top of hers. She tilted her head to look into his eyes.
"Oh Robin," she shuddered out, her cries becoming more audible. Robin stood up and pulled Regina into a tight hug, rubbing her back in what he hoped were soothing circles, shushing her cries.
"Hey, love, it's gonna be alright, okay? She's going to be fine, you're going to be fine. We'll get through this."
"Robin, it's too soon, you can't promise that the baby will be okay."
"Hey, now, don't talk like that. I know she will survive because her mother is a survivor. Her mother is strong."
"I don't feel very strong right now."
"I know. You don't have to be. I'll be strong enough for the both of us if that's what you need. You don't think about anything else other than making sure our little girl has a safe journey into the world if she is to be born now, okay?" Regina didn't respond. "Okay?" She nodded her headed against his belly. A knock sounded at the door. It was Emma.
"Hey guys, how's it going?" Regina wiped at her face as Emma walked further into the room.
"We, uh, just got in. I'm supposed to be changing clothes and peeing in a cup."
"Ah, I see, is there anything I can do to help?" Another knock sounded on the door.
"Alright, looks like you guys didn't exactly get your pre registration paper work turned in so we'll have to get that filled out. Mr. Hood can you help me with that?" Robin looked at his wife before glancing back at the nurse.
"Hey, why don't I help Regina get changed and everything while you go fill out the paperwork okay?"
"Right, thanks Em."
"No problem." Robin followed the nurse outside the room while Emma stayed behind.
"Alright Regina, let's get you into the gown. Do you need to pee right now? Can you pee?"
"Uh yeah, I'm sure I can manage, the baby likes sitting on my bladder." Emma pulled Regina into a standing position and helped her undress. "Don't say anything about what you see."
"No worries, I can be professional. Now let me help you put on the gown and we'll head over to the toilet so you can pee. Can you manage that? I'm not sure I feel comfortable holding the cup for you. Maybe there's a hat?" Regina cut her eyes at Emma. "Ohhh kay. Glad to see you can make time for sass."
"Emma," Regina whined.
"What? I'm trying to distract you, is it working?" Regina bit down on her bottom lip as a few tears trickled down her face.
"Thank you Emma for being here."
"No problem. I wouldn't miss this for the world."
"What if she's not okay? What if I hurt her?"
"Hey, don't think like that. She's going to be perfectly fine, okay? Now, let's go pee!"
"Right, now Mr. Hood I'll need a copy of your wife's health insurance and a photo ID."
"Uh, okay, right. Um I think all that's in the room with her."
"Okay, no worries, we can grab that when we head back in there. So, she's having contractions?" Robin nodded his head.
"Um, yeah, but it's early, it's too soon."
"Ok, that's okay, give us some time to assess the situation. You are both in very capable hands here. How far along is she?"
"She's uh, 30 weeks maybe? She might be the better person to ask, I, uh, I can't - " Robin stuttered in his speech. His strength was starting to fail him, but he couldn't exactly freak out right now because he needed to be Regina's strength.
"Okay, and how long has she been having contractions?"
"Um not sure really, she uh, she fell down the stairs earlier this evening. She insisted she was fine, but then she woke me and said she was bleeding and we needed to go to the hospital."
"Ok, so how long ago did the bleeding start?"
"Um, maybe an hour or so ago?""Okay, well let's head back in there and see how she's doing? The doctor should be here shortly." Robin nodded his head and followed the nurse back down the hall to his wife's room.
Emma was helping Regina into the bed, swinging her legs onto the bed and tucking the sheet around her lower body. He immediately went to her side. Regina grasped his hand and held on for dear life. He bent to kiss her head and smooth the hair back on her head.
"Shhhh, shhh, it's okay, it's alright, I'm here." Regina choked out sobs.
"You can't know that."
"No, but I know how strong you are, you are so strong. You will get through this and I will be right here by your side, okay?" She nodded her head as Robin pecked another kiss to her forehead.
"Alright Mrs. Hood, my name's Imogene, Ginny for short. I'll be taking care of you until shift change at 0700. We need to get the rest of your paperwork filled out. There were some questions your husband was a little spotty on. Then we'll check your progression, okay?" Regina nodded her head. She gripped Robin's hand hard and leaned into him. She evened out her breaths. "Okay, okay, are you having a contraction right now?" Regina nodded her head as she sucked in breaths. Ginny approached Regina and rubbed soothing circles on her back. "That's it, just breathe. You're doing good. Let me know when it's over okay?" Regina nodded her head. She breathed in and out a few more times before relaxing her grip on Robin's hand and sitting back into the bed. "Good, good. When we get finished with this part I'll start an IV and get you onto a monitor. Now, your husband said you fell down the stairs and then a little while later you started bleeding having contractions, does that sound about right?"
"Well, I didn't fall, I slipped."
"Okay, you slipped on the stairs. Were they hard wood, carpeted? How far down the stairs did you slip?"
"Um, I don't know, maybe the last five? They're hardwood."
"Did you land on your belly?' Regina shook her head no.
"No, no I just kinda slid down the stairs. I was able to grab onto the handrail. I mostly just took a hard fall onto my hip."
"Okay and how soon after did you start experiencing symptoms? You didn't have any back pain?"
"Um, well, maybe a little." Regina heard Robin suck in a breath. "But I thought it was just regular back pain from being pregnant.""Okay, that's okay. How long did that go on before you decided it was something more?"
"When I woke up, I felt something wet. I thought it was the ice pack Robin made for my hip."
"And that's when you decided to come in?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, I'm going to check and see if the doctor has made it up here yet and I'll tell him everything you told me. He'll probably come in and ask you to repeat all this, so hopefully you'll have some more time to remember any other details, alright? Do you need anything else?"
"No, I think we're okay," Regina responded. The nurse walked out of the room. Regina turned to look at Robin, guilt written all over her face.
"Uh, Emma, could you give us a minute?" Robin asked.
"Uh, yeah, yep, I'm gonna call Killian and let him know what's going on. Do you need anything? Water? Coffee?"
"No, just go," Robin motioned his free hand. He turned to gaze down at this wife. He stood and paced for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. He was usually a patient man and rarely let things work him up into such a state, but right now he was feeling just a little betrayed. Had he not done everything within his power to make sure Regina and his children were safe? No, he may not be able to physically carry their unborn child, but he was trying his very best to do his part to make sure his child entered into the world unscathed. He was kicking himself for not insisting Regina come to the hospital to get checked out immediately. He let her intimidate him. "Regina, why didn't you tell me you were experiencing back pain?" He immediately started in with the questions.
"I don't know. It's just like I told the nurse, I thought it was regular pregnancy back pain."
"I know what you told the nurse, but you'd fallen on the stairs. You told me you would tell me if you started experiencing anything. You promised we would go to the hospital."
"Please, don't start. I'm not in the mood."
"You're not in the mood? Our child's life could be in danger because you're so damn prideful!" Robin snapped. Fresh tears sprung into Regina's eyes. He immediately regretted his words, but only in speaking them because damnit he was hurting too. Regina grasped her belly protectively and ran her hands in circles. It was a nervous habit she'd picked up when her belly took on a more pronounced appearance that Robin took notice of. "Regina, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that."
"Yes, you did. You think this is fun for me? You think I don't know our child could die? You don't think that's not killing me at this very moment? That I don't feel incredibly shitty for risking our child's life, hurting me, hurting you? Taking away your happiness? Wondering if she does die if you'll stay? If I haven't ruined something else in my life? God, you have no idea." Footsteps echoed in the doorway and a throat cleared. A knock sounded.
"Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Hood?" They both nodded their heads. "Great, I am Dr. Bones. Don't laugh, it's my legal name." Silence. "Alright, I see you're here because you're experiencing contractions at 30 weeks after a fall at home? Is that right?" Ginnny stepped in behind the doctor and approached Regina to start her IV.
"32," Regina whispered.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Dr. Bones couldn't quite hear her. She cleared her throat.
"I said 32, I'm 32 weeks."
"Oh, alright, that makes our odds even better," the doctor let out a grin that he hoped was somehow reassuring for the parents.
"It makes our odds better?" Robin parroted the doctor.
"Yes, if we aren't able to stop the labor and end up having to deliver the baby is much more mature at 32 weeks than 30."
"You're gonna try to stop the labor? Is that possible?"
"Yeah, we'll give you some medicine and monitor you to make sure the contractions have stopped. Your water hasn't broken, has it?" Regina shook her head. "Good, I'll go wash my hands so I can check you and Ginny here will finish up with your IV. How does that sound?" Regina nodded her head nervously, unconsciously reaching out for Robin's hand. He brought her hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss. Regina glanced at him nervously, not sure where they stood given the doctor interrupted them mid fight. It didn't take long for the nurse to start the IV and flush the line. She brought over the IV pump and started the drip. The doctor returned to Regina to do a more thorough exam. After a few tense minutes the doctor snapped off his exam gloves. "Well good news is your cervix seems to be shut tight. I'll bring in the ultrasound to check positioning just in case, and after that, it's pretty much just a waiting game, okay? I don't want to get your hopes up only to have to crush them, but I'm being realistic, okay?"
"Okay. So what happens if we are successful in stopping labor?"
"Then we would release you with strict orders for bedrest for at least two weeks. Think you can handle that?" Regina nodded her head vigorously. "Great, I'll be back in about 20 minutes, how does that sound?"
"Sounds great," Robin responded. He grasped Regina's hand tighter, grasping it with both hands, planting more fervent kisses. Hoped surged through him and he didn't know how else to communicate it to Regina; he was afraid speaking it might somehow jinx their seemingly good fortune at this turn of events. Regina grasped her belly with her other hand, rubbing circles, calming herself. He could see a faint smile on her lips as she sniffled and tears leaked through the corners of her eyes. A knock sounded on the door. They both looked towards the door.
"Hey guys, it's me."
"Hey Emma."
"Is it okay if I come in?"
"Yeah, sure sure. The doctor's just gone to get the ultrasound machine," Robin responded. Emma walked further into the room so that she was standing at the foot of the bed.
"So, what did he say? Is everything okay?" Regina nodded her head.
"He said my cervix is still closed so they're going to try to stop the labor with some meds and if they're successful with that two weeks bed rest." Regina responded. Robin sucked in a breath. "What?"
"Babe, maybe you should think about taking early maternity leave, just to be safe." Regina relaxed her grip in Robin's hands, withdrawing so she could rub circles with both hands. "I, I know you really want to continue working until you can no longer work, but please, love, I don't want anything bad to happen to you or the baby. I, I couldn't, can't, won't live the rest of my days without you or her." Regina sniffled as more tears leaked from her eyes, sniffling a little, wiping at the snot coming from her nose with the back of her hand. She nodded her head a little.
"Maybe. We're on track with the final book. You know I really have my heart set on finishing it before the birth."
"I know. How about we ask Mr. Gold if you can work on it from home? Would that be a good compromise?"
"Yeah, yeah, I have the office at home. A fax machine. My secretary can come and pick and deliver anything I may need." Another knock sounded on the door. The three looked towards the door to see the doctor pushing in a cart and parked it beside the bed.
"Oh, hello, Ms.?"
"Uh, Emma, godmom to the fetus." Regina shot Emma a look.
"Ms. Swan, the godmother has not been determined as of yet."
"Awww, come on, who else are you going to pick? Mary – Margaret has Henry. Please? I'll be the coolest godmom ever!" Robin chuckled, nudging Regina.
"We'll take it into consideration, won't we, babe?" Regina reluctantly nodded her head. The doctor pushed the ultrasound machine further into the room. He checked the settings before queuing it up.
"Alright, are you guys ready to see your little one?" Robin and Regina nodded their heads, along with Emma. "Okay, Ginny, would you mind getting the lights for me?" The nurse walked over to the door and dimmed the lights. Dr. Bones placed the ultrasound wand onto Regina's belly and pressed hard, running it up and down, side to side to get imaging of the baby. He took a breath. "Well, looks like he's in a head down position." Regina and Robin looked at each other, mouths agape.
"He? It's not a girl?"
"Oh, uh, did you guys not know the sex?" They both shook their heads.
"We, uh, we wanted to be surprised," Regina spoke up.
"Well, I actually don't know it's a boy, I just tend to use masculine pronouns. I know, it's terribly sexist of me. Would you like to find out?" Regina and Robin looked at each other again. Not only were they possibly about to meet their child within few hours, the doctor may possibly have just ruined the mystery that was the gender of their child. They both convinced themselves it was a girl. The seed of doubt the doctor just planted sent their minds into overdrive. Robin spoke first.
"No, we'd still like to maintain that particular mystery, if it's all the same to you."
"Alrighty then. Welp, everything looks good, we'll get the Terbutaline going and I'll be back to check on you in a few hours, how does that sound?" Robin and Regina nodded their heads. "Good, now, try to relax and get some rest, sleep would be even better. You two," he pointed to Robin and Emma, "keep her calm. If her blood pressure gets too high you'll have to leave, okay?" Robin and Emma both shook their heads. "Okay. If you need anything, don't be afraid to let Ginny know, she'll get in contact with me if need be." Dr. Bones patted Regina on the leg and shook Robin's hand firmly. He shut off the machine and handed Regina a rag to clean the conduction gel from her belly. The doctor then disappeared out the door with the ultrasound machine down the hall.
"Okay, I'm going to get the Terb and be right back. Can I get you any water?" Regina shook her head yes.
"Uh, yeah, get her some water," Robin answered for his wife. Her hands had drifted back down to her belly once she finished wiping the gel off. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Robin asked in a hushed whisper.
"Good, I'm alright, feeling a little better, a little pissed too, though."
"Oh yeah? Why are you pissed?"
"Well, he basically told us we were having a boy, I was kind of settled on a girl, was kind of leaning towards a name."
"You picked a name?"
"Well, maybe. But that doesn't matter, he says we're having a boy," she grunted out.
"Hey, come on, he said he didn't know, that he uses masculine pronouns. He didn't show it to us, did he? They would show us."
"I suppose."
"Alright, welp, it's getting late and I'm gonna have to take the early shift since you're here Robin. I'm gonna see how much sleep I can get."
"Of course, thank you so much for all your help, Emma," Robin responded.
"No worries, it's what a godmother would do for their godchild," she stated with a wink. Regina rolled her eyes. "It's gonna happen," Emma said in response. "Now, we all know how much I enjoy my sleep, but if you need anything, anything at all, don't feel like it's a bother or that I'll bite your head off, okay? Call me."
"We will." Emma leaned over to give Regina a hug and rubbed her belly. She placed a hand on Robin's shoulder and departed. Robin leaned over and kissed his wife's temple.
"Alright love, you heard the doctor, try to get some rest. I'm gonna be over here on this chair, alright?"
"Will you," she paused, "will you sleep here, with me."
"I'll pull the chair closer."
"No, I mean, in the bed."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea, I don't want to hurt you."
"Please, I don't think I can relax without you. I want, no, I need to feel your arms around me, please?" She was on the verge of tears. Robin sighed before bending down to take off his shoes. Regina tried her best to scoot over to accommodate Robin. She turned so she lay on her left side, allowing Robin to climb in behind and spoon her. He pillowed his left arm under his head and rested his right arm atop Regina's as she cradled their child. He nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her scent before planting a couple of kisses behind her right ear. She snuggled down further into the bed, tucking herself into his front as best she could. Robin removed his hand and began rubbing circles on her back. This was their normal bedtime routine at home. He hoped continuing with something familiar would help soothe her. She startled him by reaching back and stilling his ministrations, dragging his arm back across her abdomen. They lay in silence in that position until her breaths evened out even more and he hears the soft snoring she swears she doesn't do. He allows the steady rhythm of the fetal heart monitor and Regina's steady breaths to lull him into sleep, but not too deeply lest his wife need him.
He wakes later, unsure how much time passed and realizing he must've been a lot more tired than he initially thought. His hand feels like it's in a vice, a death trap and he snaps his eyes open, remembering, and silently cursing himself for forgetting, his wife might possibly deliver their child far too early for their liking. Regina is letting out soft moans, breathing in and out, shaking, squeezing Robin's hand. He coos into her ear, whispers that he's there for her, to take slow even breaths as he rubs slow, comforting circles on her back. After a few moments, Regina's shuddering sobs cease and her grip on his hand lessens. He pecks a kiss on the back of her neck and he leans forward a little bit, trying to catch her gaze.
"How was that one? Was it that bad?" Regina shakes her head before responding.
"No, it was more bearable since the last ones."
"That's good, right?"
"I don't know, they're still coming. I thought the point of the meds was to make them stop." Robin lifts his hands to stroke her hairline.
"I know, I know, we'll take the little signs. How long has it been since the last one?"
"I'm not sure, I don't remember. I don't remember falling asleep either." A soft knock sounded from their door.
"Can I come in?" A voice rang out.
"Yeah, yep," Robin responded as he sat up on the bed and swung himself off. He wasn't really sure he was supposed to be on the bed with Regina. Ginny came bustling into the room, checking Regina's vitals, making note of them on the chart before moving to the IV that hung just above the bed.
"How's mommy doing? Any more contractions?"
"One just passed," Robin answered.
"Okay, how was that one? Same intensity and duration?" Regina stared at the nurse.
"It was less intense, although I haven't really been paying attention to the duration."
"That's okay, just try to remember to time them next time, okay?" Regina shook her head in understanding and reached out for Robin's hand. He quickly grasped her hand in both of his and rubbed it, reassuringly. "How long has it been since the last one?"
"We're not sure, I think we both drifted off to sleep and she woke me by squeezing my hand. Was that the only one you've had babe?"
"Since they started the meds? Yeah, I think so."
"Alright, well it's about 0515 now and I hung this a little after 0430. The meds are still going in. Once this bag finishes, I'll check your progress. You may have to have another round."
"I only slept for about forty - five minutes? It seemed longer than that."
"Time can stretch for an eternity if you're exhausted enough. Now, everything looks okay here, so I'm going to go check on some other patients. Do you need me to get you anything?"
"Um, no, I think I'm good, if not just a little worried. Does it always take this long for the meds to do their job? Do patients typically need more than one round?"
"Every woman's body is different. If we're not getting the desired results, we may try a different drug, but let's see how things are at the end of this round, okay?" Regina and Robin nodded their heads. "Alright, and at the next check we'll probably take some cultures, just in case."
"Cultures? Just in case what?"
"We need to check you for group B strep colonization. It could hurt the baby if it gets exposed to it during delivery." Fear quickly etched Robin and Regina's faces. "Don't worry, if the doctor is really concerned you may deliver, we'll go ahead and start you on a round of antibiotics. Are you allergic to any medications? Penicillin?" Regina shook her head.
"No, I don't have any drug allergies."
"Perfect. Are you sure I can't get you anything? Maybe some more water? Ice chips? Popsicle?"
"Will I be able to eat anything at all?"
"I'm sorry, we typically don't allow you to eat during the labor process. Only clear liquids."
"Great, I'm so exhausted, how am I supposed to recoup any energy?"
"I know, I know. I'll talk to the doctor, but I don't think he'll allow."
Robin leaned forward and whispered into Regina's ear, "Please babe, why don't you get some more water and a popsicle?" Then he looked to the nurse, "Do you have apple?"
"Apples?"
"No, the idiot means apple flavored popsicles," Regina gritted through her teeth as another contraction began.
"Okay, alright, Robin you coach her through this one and I'll time it, okay?" Robin nodded his head as he allowed Regina to squeeze his hand tight once more. She curled in on herself, bearing down as the contractions tightened across her back and worked their way forward to the front of her abdomen. After a few tense moments, she relaxed. "How about I go ahead and check you now? Your contractions are irregular, which is a good sign, but I'd like to make sure your cervix hasn't decided to open up, okay?" Regina nodded her head as Ginny made her way down to the foot of the bed. She pulled the covers up from Regina's legs and moved to put on a pair of gloves. She braced her hands on Regina's legs and pulled them apart ever so slightly as she bent over and her hand disappeared under Regina's gown. "Okay, good, good, there doesn't appear to be any change. I'll be back with your popsicle and inform Dr. Bones of your progress. Let me know if you need anything, okay?" Both Robin and Regina shook their heads as Regina straightened out her legs. She reclined into the bed, resting her head fully into the pillows. To Robin, she looked so small, tiny and frail. He brought the hand he was holding during the contraction and pulled it to his lips, kissing it softly and then stroked his wife's head. She turned her head plaintively towards him.
"You're out of bed, dear."
"I know, I thought Ginny might kick me out, I'm sorry."
"That's alright. Come, get back in bed with me. I feel much more relaxed and calm when you're with me."
"Alright love," he said as he moved to climb back into bed with her. She shifted once more to the side as they burrowed themselves into the bed. Once they resumed their position before the last contraction it didn't take long for either of them to get lost in their own thoughts, worries and concerns before sleep claimed the both of them once more.
Soft knocking and then the opening of the door to their room startled Robin from his slumber. Regina still lay on her side, his hand firmly entrenched in hers. She looked peaceful and content since their whole ordeal began. Ginny entered the room, followed by Dr. Bones.
"Hey, how's she doing?"
"I suppose okay, I don't think we've been awake since the last check. What time is it now?" Robin responded, rubbing his eyes.
"It's 0600. I'll be coming off shift at 0700 so I just wanted to do another check and see how we're doing. The meds should finish out in maybe 10 minutes or so," Dr. Bones responded. He headed to the sink to wash his hands and put on examination gloves. He sat down on the stool at the foot of bed and called Regina's name. "Regina? Are you awake?"
Regina shifted slightly, letting out a moan. The baby was pressing on her bladder and she needed to use the restroom now.
"Hey, Regina, love, come on, the doctor wants to check you," Robin tried coaxing his wife awake. She shifted a few more times before sleepily opening her eyes.
"Mmm, what?"
"Hey glad you good join us! I hear you've had a couple of contractions since we started the meds. How are you doing now? Anymore since Ginny last checked?"
"Uh, no, I don't think so. Is that a good sign?"
"Yeah, yeah, that sounds great. I'm just going to check you and take some cultures, okay?" Regina nodded her head. She spread her legs so the doctor could check to see if there was any progress.
"I thought you wouldn't have to take any cultures unless you thought I might deliver."
"Well, we might be able to stop the labor, and you're going to be on bed rest for two weeks as a precaution, but that doesn't mean you're not at risk to deliver early. I'm just taking these as a precaution. Nothing to worry over," he stated as he reached his hand out for the culturette Ginny was holding. Robin could see Regina grimace a little bit. "Alrighty, all done, you can put your legs down now." Regina nodded her head and relaxed her legs.
"How much longer?"
"I'd like to do another round. If you don't have any more contractions after that, I'd still like to keep you for observation. If all is well you can go home later this evening provided to stick to bed rest. No lifting anything heavier than a gallon of milk. No standing on your feet for long periods of time. No rigorous activity. Think you can handle that?" Regina nodded.
"Anything so that she, or he, is safe."
"Good, I have to prepare for rounding and pass on your case to the incoming physician. It'll be Dr. Whale. His bed side manner could use a little work, but he knows what he's doing. You'll be safe in his care. Best of luck to you two." Dr. Bones patted Regina's leg and shook Robin's hand.
"Alright, I'll be back shortly to hang another round. Anything I can get for you?" Ginny asked as she finished cleaning up behind the doctor.
"Do you think I could something to eat? Maybe some fruit?"
"I don't see why that should be a problem. I'll go speak with Dr. Bones before he leaves and hopefully we can get dietary up here with some fruit for you."
"Thanks so much." Ginny nodded her head and left the room. Regina brought her hands to her belly and rubbed soothing circles.
"Hey, how are you doing?" Robin asked his wife. She nodded her head slightly.
"I'm doing much better knowing the labor has probably stopped. You're going to have to do all the housework," she smiled slightly, her spirits in a better place than where they were a few hours ago. "Have we heard from Emma or Mary – Margaret?"
"Uh, let me check my phone." Robin walked over to the bench provided in the room for the expectant fathers to try and grab a few hours of shut eye. He fished around in his jacket pocket for his phone. He held it up in the dim light of the room and squinted as he brought the phone out of sleep mode. "Looks like she sent us a text message. She says Emma let her know what was going on and that she'll keep the boys as long as we need her to."
"We should probably give them a call. They're probably worried since we didn't tell them they were going to have to stay longer."
"Yeah, but what are we going to tell them? I don't need them stressing you out by worrying about the baby. They're quite protective of the both of you, you know."
"I know, I know. We just tell them there was a little issue and that we had to go to the hospital to check it out but everything's okay now."
"And how do we explain that you're going to be on bed rest for two weeks? I'll have to get them to help me around the house. You can't get fussy if we don't do something to your liking. And you should probably stay downstairs. I don't think going up and down stairs would be good for you. I'll fix up the couch in the den and we'll be your personal servants."
"What am I supposed to do during the day if I need something?"
"I'll bring you lunch. You'll only need to go to the restroom. You can binge watch Netflix. I'll check on you and see if you need anything. Emma doesn't have to come into work until 2PM. I'm sure I could take a couple of days off."
"You know how much Emma loves her sleep. I want you to save as much time for when the baby is actually here. What am I going to tell Gold? I'm a little ahead of schedule with the book series but we've still got a few more loose ends that need tidying up."
"Gold will just have to find someone else to take that over."
"But that's my project. I worked really hard to land that contract. I just can't let it go to someone else after all the work I put into it." Robin pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.
"Alright, well is there anything you can work on from home that doesn't require you to leave the sofa?"
"I think I can sit at my office desk for a little while. I'll even get a foot rest to elevate my feet. Will that work for your majesty?"
"Ha ha, very funny. Why must you be a stubborn old woman?" Regina jerked head back in defiance.
"You love me this way." Robin approached her bed and leaned down to kiss her on the lips. She moaned softly before bracing her hands on his chest. "No rigorous activity the doctor said. Now, if you don't mind, help me to the restroom. Baby girl has been sitting on my bladder and that exam certainly didn't help." Regina held out a hand so that Robin could help her stand and walk her to the restroom with the IV pole.
"Baby girl? You really think Dr. Bones uses masculine pronouns?" Regina looked a Robin longingly.
"I don't know, but I'd like to keep thinking it's a girl, if that's alright with you."
"Yep, sure. Wanna give Mary – Margaret a call after we get you settled back in bed? Let her know our progress?"
"Yeah, sounds good."
Around six o'clock in the evening, Robin and Regina entered in their house on Miflin Street. They were greeted with silence, which was expected, if a bit disappointing. Robin helped Regina sit on the sofa. She started in protest but he quickly shushed her. Robin helped his wife out of her coat and shoes.
"Now, you sit here and anything you need, anything at all I will do my best to make sure you have it."
"Great, this will be fun," Regina said with an eye – roll. Robin sat down next to her and pulled her close. She snuggled down into his arms as the cuddled. She sniffled a few tears and so did Robin. The stress from the past twenty – four hours weighed heavily on them and all the emotions they had managed to quell during the entire ordeal finally made their way to the surface. The couple sat like this, holding onto each other as if it was the last thing they would ever get to do, for what seemed like hours before they were both consumed by exhaustion. Neither one responded to the buzzing of their cell phones, of Emma and Mary – Margaret calling to check on them, to see if they could bring their boys home. Eventually the phones stopped buzzing and Emma and Mary – Margaret resigned themselves to allow the couple to recover and stuff the boys full with all the things Regina would never allow them to have. What did they care if the boys were hyped on sugar when they were returned to their parents?
This is unbetaed and my eyes are hurting re reading through this. If you find any mistakes, please let me know and I'll try to fix them. Please R & R, let me know what you think!