(A/N-Special thanks to Bekki boo for beta reading this. And to those who read, review, follow, fav this story.)


Robin nearly chokes on his beer.

"Excuse me, a what?"

Regina sees sweat gathering on his forehead. It's the first time that she's seen him be anything but calm, cool, and collected, which probably says a lot about how he's taking her announcement.

To be fair, she did spring this on him suddenly, though she didn't come up with the idea on a whim. She's been looking into artificial insemination and even adoption for several months now. Actually, for more like a year—since her last birthday when she turned twenty-eight and realized how close that was to twenty-nine which is practically thirty and how the hell could she be not even thirty and have her life be complete? Because it didn't feel complete.

It doesn't feel complete.

But what else was there that she wanted to accomplish? She had the degree that she wanted. She loved her job. She owned her own condo. She didn't want to get married. As Belle put it, what was there left to want?

A child. That's what.

Regina's always wanted a child. It was the one thing that she always imagined for her future. Even after she decided that she was done with men, she still wanted a kid. She wants one more now, actually. Maybe it's because she's lonely and thinks a child will fill some emotional hole. Maybe it's because she has a lot of ideas and thoughts she'd like to pass on. Maybe it's because she wants someone to love, someone that she knows is going to love her back. Someone she knows isn't going to run away when things get hard.

Maybe that makes her selfish.

But are those really such bad reasons to want to procreate?

She'll be a good mother.

She'll be attentive.

She'll be adoring and protective but not too protective.

She'll be there. Isn't that what matters most?

She knows that she can parent alone, that doesn't worry her, but she's seen the way Robert keeps Belle running around. She wants to be young enough to keep up with a toddler. Young enough to still remember puberty when her child hits that phase.

So, it seemed if she was going to have a baby, she should have one before the angel of death arrived in the form of her thirtieth birthday. She did her research. She'd been considering her options. It just hadn't occurred to her to go about it the old-fashioned way. There haven't been any men in her life to choose from, really. No one that she wanted to procreate with and definitely no one that she wanted to sleep with.

Then Robin came along.

This man…

Not only does she want to rub every part of her body against his exquisite genetic makeup, but also it would be a crime if he didn't pass that shit on. She can already picture his eyes on a miniature face with her features and his perfect smile.

Unf.

Thinking about it makes her womb ache.

So, she's absolutely serious when she repeats her request. "Your baby. I want your baby, Robin."

He swallows. "That's." He nods. "No." He shakes his head. "I." He fidgets in his chair, looking around the restaurant. "Waiter!" he calls to the server walking by who is most definitely not our waiter.

"Can I get you something, sir?"

"I'm going to need another drink." Robin holds up his beer. "Another two drinks."

"I'll tell your server," the waiter says and slips away.

She opens her mouth but Robin says, "I'm going to need a minute." Regina starts to speak anyway, and he puts a finger up to silence her.

She sighs. She knew that she was going about this wrong. She should have blown him first. Or she shouldn't have approached this from the sex angle at all. Should never have let him think it was a date. Should definitely not have let him touch her like she did.

God, though. She can still feel his fingers. Feel how they brushed across her cunt. Feel how they stroked inside of her.

Regina shivers at the memory.

He was right—she didn't just come here tonight without panties because she didn't want panty lines. The truth is she'd been prepared to use any means necessary to get what she wanted, including the old razzle dazzle. Problem was he razzled her first.

She should have been straightforward from the beginning. Hopefully this isn't too botched to salvage.

She glances at Robin who is studying her, eyes squinted. He hasn't indicated that he's ready for her to speak, but fuck that. She has things to say first.

Leaning forward, she rests her elbows on the table. "Look. I'm not a crazy cop stalker, if that's what you're thinking. Or someone who's trying to trap you into a marriage or a relationship or even child support."

His expression doesn't change. "You have no idea what I'm thinking."

"Then what are you thinking?"

The twinkle is back in his eyes, which is a relief. "That you're a crazy cop stalker who's trying to trap me into a marriage or a relationship or child support."

Regina stifles a laugh. "I'm not. I promise. I don't want anything from you. Other than the baby, I mean." And really hot sex. Repeated hot sex.

"You don't want anything from me," he repeats, somewhat skeptical.

Regina clarifies. "I want a baby. But no marriage. No relationship. No child support. No parental claim at all."

He finishes the last of his beer and leans back in his chair. "I still don't understand."

He's a smart guy. So either he's playing dumb on purpose or he's caught up on some part of the details.

Regina decides to make it as simple as possible. Speak the language he speaks best. "It's easy, Robin. You want to have sex with me." She feels sensual and strong with her bold statement.

But suddenly she's afraid she's jumped to conclusions and her confidence falters. "You do want to have sex with me, don't you?"

It's his turn to look at her as though she's playing crazy. "Yes, Regina," he says with wide emphatic eyes. "Yes." He pauses only a second before adding, "Do I need to make myself clearer? Because I can, but it wouldn't be appropriate in a public venue."

Regina bites her lip, pressing her thighs closer together to ease the newest wave of agony. "I think we've already pushed the limits of public decency. But you're the cop. You'd know better than I would."

His lip curls up on one side, and she know he's considering. Damn, what she'd give to have a peek at the naughty imaginings going on inside his mind, because she knows they're naughty from the gleam in his eye. Very naughty.

"Robin…" Regina warns.

"You're right, you're right. Already pushed the limits. Go on." But the gleam in his eye remains, and she's giddy knowing that she's his prey, and he's a predator just biding his time.

"Okay," Regina says, her voice barely steady. "So, when you have sex, there are these microscopic things called sperm that come out of a man's body when he ejaculates."

"Regina, I know about sperm. But go on ahead and tell me about ejaculation. I'd like to hear what you have to say about that."

His gaze never leaves hers and Regina flushes picturing his cum in unproductive places—places that won't make a baby—on her belly, on her breasts, spilling down her throat.

No, inside her. That's where she needs it most.

Regina licks her lips. "I'm saying you want to put it in me. I'm just asking to keep it afterward."

His grin is slow but magnificent. "I do want to put it in you. We're on the same page there."

Her breath hitches. She takes a sip of her wine, trying to hide behind her glass, and nearly choke, which only makes him grin wider. He sees everything. There's nothing she can do to escape his eyes, and the thing is, she doesn't really want to.

Which is good. It's good to be attracted to the person you're planning to jump into bed with. That doesn't mean anything's changed about her future. There are still no men in the picture in the long run. This is just a brief pit stop.

Robin plays with his empty bottle, tipping it back and forth between his fingers. "You really want to raise a baby by yourself?"

Regina shrugs like it doesn't prickle her that he's asked. Does he think she can't do it? "Women do it all the time," she says. "What do you care?"

So maybe lots of people do this parenting thing in twos, but she's never known her father, and as far as Regina's concerned, it hasn't hurt her in the least. Her mother is a strong woman. She might have had it tough, but she didn't complain. If she could do it, Regina could do it.

"Good point. What do I care?" He rubs his palms on his thighs, his expression unreadable. After a beat, he shakes his head. "I'm crazy for even considering this."

"But why is it crazy?" Regina asks, eager to push his consideration in the right direction. Regina runs through rational reasons he might be against her plan. "You don't have an STD or something, do you?"

"God, no!" He shudders as he scans the restaurant, as if he's afraid someone might have heard her. "Would you keep it down?"

"Something else that would make it irresponsible for you to procreate?"

"Shhh." He pats the air with both hands in a quieting motion. "No one else needs to hear us talking procreation," he whispers. "Babies are actually not a very sexy concept."

Uh, tell that to her exploded ovaries.

Regina doesn't have to respond, though, because the waiter comes then with their dinner and Robin's next beer, promising to bring him another when he finishes the first.

"You can cancel that," he says, side-eyeing Regina. "This one will be enough."

Regina chuckles, placing her napkin on her lap before cutting into her steak as the server has asked to test the center.

"Perfectly pink and tender," Robin comments, looking at her plate. He makes even steak sound like porn, and she knows her cheeks are equally pink when she says, "It looks good. Thank you."

They eat for a few minutes in silence, the air between them just as charged as ever. But now it's also thick and tense while she starts to consider what she'll do if he tells her no. Will she still sleep with him without the excuse? What excuse does she have not to?

He's cleared half his plate when he wipes his mouth with his napkin. "You might not get pregnant right away. It could take a few months."

He's thinking the same things she is right now, she realizes. Thinking less about the product and more about the production.

Thinking about a lot of production.

Regina clears her throat. "I know." She hasn't been on birth control so she doesn't have to worry about getting that out of her system. Still, statistics say that only twenty percent of women get pregnant in the first month. "And we should probably, um, do it several times over the course of the week that I ovulate each cycle for the best chance."

He smirks when she says "do it" but he doesn't push her on her choice of terms. "I mean, it's not likely it will take long. I'm sure I have super sperm."

Regina laughs and plays along. "I'm sure you do. How could you not?"

His smile fades as he grows serious. "But, do you think you can handle that? It seems like quite a commitment for someone who's sworn off men."

"I've sworn off men because I don't want emotional entanglements, not because I don't like sex. I figured you wouldn't have a problem with an arrangement that left out feelings." The words are out before she really thinks about them. "Ouch." Regina cringes. "That sounded less shitty in my head. Sorry."

"I'm not at all offended." He heads right to the part of what she said that interested him. "So, you like sex then."

She bites back another laugh and shrugs, not wanting to give too much of herself away. "It's not exactly terrible."

"You do like sex. My little librarian's a sex kitten. Admit it. You're naughty."

She can't admit that she likes sex because she's not really sure if she does. Regina hasn't had a lot of good sex to know. She does, however, like orgasms. And she likes fantasizing about good sex while she gives herself good orgasms. If sex with Robin is even half as good as he makes it seem like it might be...

"I'm not admitting anything," Regina says looking anywhere but at him as her body heats from the thoughts that have just entered her mind.

"You will," he taunts. "I'll show you just how naughty you are."

Her gaze crashes back into his, drawn there by the fascination of his filthy words. The way he looks at her makes her go crazy. Turns her into someone that she's never been. Her belly tightens and her vagina clenches and the sudden ache she has for the fingers he'd had inside her so briefly is sharp and intense.

Regina has to have him.

She has to have this, too. This baby. This meaning for her life that will extend past this moment. Past this year. Past her death.

But, right now, she has to have him.

"Then you'll do it?" Regina's on pins and needles. She's on the very edge of the edge.

"I might already have kids," he says more to himself than to her. "What's another one? That I know about."

"That you have no contact with," Regina says, reminding him of the terms, but she's relieved because she knows he's agreeing.

"Right."

Regina's beaming now, almost unable to contain her giddiness. "You're going to do it."

"I'm going to do you, yes." When Regina scowls, he shrugs, "It's part of it. I stand by my words."

She's not going to correct him. Fuck yes, he's going to do her. Regina's elated. She's over the goddamn moon.

With her appetite gone, she pushes away her half-eaten food as well as the centerpiece, making room on the table. Robin furrows his brow as she digs into her purse and pulls out the papers that she had printed up earlier at the library.

Regina sets them in the space between them, facing him and explain. "I used a legal forms database to pull together this contract. It's a bunch of mumbo jumbo legalese but basically it states that you agree to participate in conceiving a child and will give up any parental rights. I've already signed. There're two copies there. One for me, one for you."

He scans his eyes over the contract and his mouth quirks in—is that amusement? Is he hiding a smile? But his eyes are kind when he looks back up to her, so she dismisses it.

Regina turns back to her purse for a pen. "I couldn't add that you were doing this in exchange for sex—if that is why you are doing this—because that would make the whole thing null and void." She did her homework. "Sex isn't a legal means of trade," she adds a bit proudly. "Prostitution laws and all."

Regina looks up and realize he's trying not to laugh. And failing.

"What? Did I do something—" Oh. Realization dawns on her. "You're a cop. Of course, you already know that. You don't need to laugh at me."

"No, I think I do." He's still very amused.

She doesn't mind a bit of teasing, but this is serious. She worked hard on this contract. And this is a big deal to her.

Regina stares blankly until he's pulled himself together.

"Sorry, sorry." He holds his hand out. "Where's the pen? I'll sign."

"Thank you." Her elation returns quickly as he signs his name in fine block letters. "Underneath the two copies is a printout of my most recent health check. STD free, as you can see." He flips through the pages and glances at the one she's talking about. "I'll need one from you too, please. Before. You know."

He hands her pen back. "Not a problem. I'll get you my records." He folds the top contract into perfectly even quarters and puts it in his back pocket before handing her the rest of the papers.

And it's done.

He's agreed.

Robin Locksley is officially going to bang her and put a baby inside of her.

She's nervous and excited all at once.

There's just one last thing. "You can't sleep with anyone else until I conceive," Regina says as she tucks the newly signed contract into her purse.

"That's cute."

His face suddenly falls. "You're serious."

"I need to be sure your STD screening stays current."

"I always use protection."

Regina ignores the way her chest pinches at the idea of Robin sleeping with someone else and concentrate on the very real, very logical reason why she's dying on this cross. "But we won't be using protection, and I need to feel safe about this. It's a non-negotiable."

He taps his thumb on the table rapidly while he thinks, but for the life of her she can't tell what he's thinking. Is routine sex really that big of a deal for him? So much so that he can't miss a couple of weeks a month?

Her head says it's ridiculous that he can't keep it in his pants. But her body says there's nothing ridiculous about it at all. Her body likes how primal and base his urges seem. Her body wants in on that.

Regina can't believe she's about to say what she's about to say. "If sex during the week I'm ovulating isn't enough..." Regina swallows. "Well, I suppose we can discuss some other arrangements between the two of us."

She hasn't even slept with him once, and she's already doesn't know what she's doing.

It works though.

"Okay," Robin says, suddenly amiable. "You make a valid point. You need to know you're safe. From now on, I'm only fucking you."

Regina crosses her legs tighter. "Until I'm pregnant."

"Until you're pregnant."

Pregnant. She's going to be pregnant. If all goes well, she'll be having her baby before she's thirty. She needs to double-check her maternity leave.

On the topic of work… "We can't tell Belle."

"No," he agrees immediately. "Belle must never know."

"She'll try to make us into a couple," Regina says at the same time Robin says, "She'll try to tell you awful things about me."

She tilts her head, curious. "Awful things?"

"I meant she'll try to make us a couple." But he can't look at her.

"What awful things, Robin?" It's her turn to try to hunt his eyes down. Her turn to wish he wasn't hiding from her.

"Nothing. Pretend I didn't say anything."

"You're going to be the biological father of my child. I think I should know in case there's anything that might be passed genetically." She's teasing him.

"She'll try to tell you about a toy I had. When I was a kid." He shakes his head, his mind changed. "It's stupid. I'm not telling you."

"Officer Locksley. Tell me right this minute." When he doesn't give her anything but another one of his cocky grins she pulls out the big gun. "Fine. I'll just ask Belle next time I see her, you know."

"Noooo." He drags out the word like he's really adamant. "Do not ask Belle."

"Then tell me."

"You're going to laugh."

"I won't. I promise." Which isn't a fair promise. She might laugh.

"Okay, but if you do, I'm going to have to spank you later." His eyes darken. "Or I can spank you anyway."

"Robin!" Now she's imagining his hand on her ass. Imagining how the slap of his palm would sound on her skin. How he'd massage the sting away after.

It's a good thing she'll be walking out of the restaurant with a coat on because she's so wet, she's pretty sure the back of her dress is damp.

He sighs, resigned. Then, with no trace of humor, he says, "She'll tell you that I had a baby doll until I was seven."

Regina can't help it—she laughs.

Not because she thinks it's funny that he had a baby doll, but because she thinks it's funny that his manhood is so threatened by telling her.

Regina has to tease him about it. Forever and ever. Starting now. "Robin Locksley played with dolls!"

"Doll. Singular. One doll. I cannot believe I told you this." He's mortified, and it's payback for all the times he's mortified Regina. "I had a baby sister. I saw my mother taking care of her all the time. It was natural to pretend—" He cuts himself off. "Don't look at me like that."

"I'm not looking at you like anything." She's managed to contain her laughter, but she's grinning. He's a good guy. He's got good genes. He's going to make a good kid. She tries not to wonder whether he'd make a good dad too.

Because, at least as far as her kid-to-be is concerned, Robin won't be one.

When they've finished dinner, Robin helps Regina with her coat and walks her to her car, his hand pressed at the small of her delicate back.

Strangely, she doesn't have to direct him to her car. He already knows which one's hers.

"There are certain advantages to being a cop," he says when she confronts him about it. "It would be unwise of me not to use our databases to check out my date beforehand. What if you were a serial killer or a vegetarian?"

Regina rolls her eyes. "Your police database did not tell you that I wasn't a vegetarian."

"No, the Belle Locksley Gold database was useful for that one."

Regina leans with her back against her Prius door and licks her lips before she realizes what she's doing. She wants him to kiss her, but she doesn't want to be obvious about it. And she shouldn't want him to kiss her as badly as she wants him to kiss her, but she does, and her eyes keep darting to his lips, begging him with her body when she refuses to do it with words.

"I'll, um." His eyes are so blue, even in the dim of the streetlight. It's distracting. "I'll text you to work out the details about…" Regina trails off. It's real now. The foreplay is done, so to speak. Now onto what's next.

Oh God.

He steps toward her, putting his hands on her hips inside her coat, which is unbuttoned. "About where I'm going to fuck you first?"

Regina's heart beats double time. "Yeah. About that."

"It's okay to like it when I say that, Regina. Do you?" He towers over her, his six feet so much taller than her five foot five frame. Five foot six in these heels.

Regina has no chance against him.

"Do I what?" Regina says, her voice barely a whisper.

"Do you like it when I talk about fucking you?"

Regina blinks then tilts her head up toward him. "I don't know."

"You do know. Do you want me to tell you about how I'm going to fuck you?" His mouth dances around hers.

"I don't." She can't breathe. "Know."

"How about this—do you think about me fucking you? I know you do."

She shakes her head, but it's the slightest movement. Because she does. She so does. But Regina's not ready to admit it to him. She hasn't really even admitted it to herself.

But he's determined. "I know you do or you would have worn panties tonight."

She can't deny it. She can't do anything but fall into his eyes.

"I want you to admit it before I let you go."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can." He steps in closer, their pelvises so near to touching. Robin's lips just above hers. "Admit you think about me fucking you. Admit you're going to go home tonight and think about me inside you. Can you do that for me?"

It's one word. Yes. That's all she has to say, but she shakes her head again, refusing for no good reason except that she's not ready for him to leave.

"What if I make you admit it?"

"You can't." He's so close his exhale is warm against her skin.

"Yes. I can."

"No, you—"

He cuts her off, his mouth crushing against hers, and everything, everything stands still and speeds up all at once. Like the world around them has suddenly gone into slow motion, but they're moving fast and frantic, unable to kiss and taste and discover each other as quickly as they need to.

He feasts on Regina, and she feasts on him. His lips devour every sweep of her tongue. His teeth are playful and nip at her jaw. His stubble is rough and will leave burn marks with swollen lips, but she doesn't care. She wants it all. She'll take it all.

Regina throws her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, letting him know she consents. He takes her cue and his hands move from her hips to her behind. And then they're under her dress, grabbing her ass, touching her skin-to-skin. One finger moves lower, sliding past her rear hole and dips inside her cunt. She wraps her leg around him, and he lifts her up against the car, not much, just high enough that her pelvis presses against his, and she can feel the stone ridge of his erection at her core.

Jesus, he's hard.

So fucking hard that she's lost all sense for anything but him.

She's ready to go home with him tonight. Forget about the fact that she's not ovulating for a few more days. She's primed now. Besides, didn't he mention super sperm? Surely, they can last a few days. Or even if they can't, call this a warm-up round. Call this figuring things out before the real thing. Call this Mama needs a night out before baby comes along.

Regina shifts and suddenly Robin's cock is knocking at just the right spot. There. There. There. With this and his finger in her cunt, she's about to explode. She digs into the fabric of his shirt and starts to make a sound she doesn't recognize from herself. A sound between a whimper and a moan, and she decides right then and there that she can never complain about VPUs at the library now that she's been Very Personally Used in a public parking lot with absolutely no regrets.

Robin grinds harder against her. "You're sure you aren't going to be thinking about this?" he asks against her open mouth. "Tell me you're going to imagine me fucking you when you go to bed tonight. Tell me, kitten."

Regina's never going to stop thinking about this. She's going to replay it over and over. Thinking of this night, thinking of Robin, will be what gets her off for the rest of her natural life.

"Yes." She's so close. "Yes. I'll think about you," Regina gasps.

Instantly his hands are off her, and her feet are back on the ground.

She blinks several times, confused. Dazed. Her clit is throbbing so hard she's in pain.

Robin straightens his sweater, his breathing heavy. "I knew I could make you admit it," he says, his cocky grin lighting up his perfect face.

"But—" Oh my fucking God, she's going to murder him.

Murder him.

After she calms down anyway, which will require several cold showers.

"Don't pout, kitten." He pulls her coat together and buttons it while he talks. "We're going to be naked together the next time we see each other. I want you thinking about me until then."

Regina's too mad to talk. Too horny to talk. Too dazed by his kiss and her hormones, and his stupid twinkling blue eyes.

After finding her keys in her coat pocket, he clicks her car unlocked, opens the door, and helps her inside. He bends down so he can pull her seatbelt across her body and fastens it.

"So, we can be safe," he says.

And seeing him with his nephews was the whole reason she decided to pick him to be the father of her baby. Which is the reason she agreed to the date tonight. Which is the reason she's about to drive home with the most painful arousal she's ever felt.

"Don't even be cute right now," Regina grumbles, finally finding her voice.

"There's my kitten," Robin says. He brushes his lips against hers once more. "And Regina, I'll be thinking about fucking you too."

He shuts her door and backs up a few feet but makes no move to go to his car. She knows him well enough already to guess he's going to stay there until he sees her drive off safely.

His waiting is the only reason she doesn't stay in the parking lot and rubs one out before leaving.

As she drives off, Regina steals one last look at him. He's pulled his shirt down, but he can't hide the tent he's sporting. It's a minor consolation knowing that she's leaving him in similar agony.

And as he said, the next time she sees him, they're going to be naked together.

Regina ends up smiling all the way home.