Summary: Robin and Regina meet Lizzy's birth mother for the first time.


It'd been a while since he'd been able to take Regina out on a date. Between two boys and the work romance had fallen to the wayside for them. It was only when Will was asking for advice on where to take Ana for their anniversary, that he realized he hadn't taken his wife out since Valentine's day… the year before.

So he planned a night for them together. Hired a babysitter, picked a movie and a new restaurant for them to try. It wasn't the most romantic evening but it was more than they'd had for a while. He just wished she'd enjoy it more.

Sitting on the patio of the restaurant it almost seemed like she wasn't even there. All night she'd been distracted, looking over her shoulder, hardly listening to a word he said. It was halfway through dinner when he finally called her on it.

Reaching out to touch her wrist, he asked, "Hey, everything alright?"

"Yeah," she breathed, shaking her head. "I just feel… weird."

Robin sighed, sympathetically. "Are you still thinking about… Mary-Margaret?"

Regina immediately shook her head, making him regret bringing it up.

"It's not that," she mumbled, looking over her shoulder again. "It's just… does that truck look familiar to you?"

She described a beat up, old truck that Robin easily spotted near the end of the block. Narrowing his eyes at it, he shook his head. "Not really, no."

Regina sucked in a sharp breath before sneaking another look at it. "Really? i could've sworn I saw it outside our house this morning, and then again when I was leaving work this afternoon."

His eyes widened in surprise and he looked toward the truck again trying to place it. "Are you sure?"

Regina hesitantly groaned but ultimately shook her head. "No, I'm probably just being paranoid," she decided, waving it off. "It's nothing."

Robin gave her hand a comforting squeeze but glanced at the truck once more. Maybe it was just a trick of them mind but he couldn't shake the feeling in his gut that his wife wasn't being as paranoid as she thought.

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They left restaurant pretty quickly after that, only staying to get dessert for the boys before grabbing the check. Returning home, they found the boys safe asleep in their beds and the babysitter diligently keeping an eye on things. After she left they got ready for bed.

Brushing his teeth, Robin glanced out their bedroom window, his heart racing when noticed the same old truck from the restaurant sitting at the end of their block.

"Hey honey," he called out to Regina, who quickly appeared at his side. "Is that the car from the restaurant?"

Regina's eyes widened when she looked toward the street. "Yes," she frighteningly hissed. "Oh my god."

She looked up at him with worried eyes, realizing that she had been followed by this truck all day. A million different thoughts ran through Robin's head, more than a few included people he'd put away in the past, people who might want to hurt his family but he pushed them to the side. Telling her to stay inside the house, he went to investigate making sure to grab his service weapon from the safe before heading outside.

He cautiously approached the truck, noting it's make and license plate number. It was worn down. The blue paint was beginning to chip away with rust and the tires looked like they were due to be replaced. It looked like it was sturdy but it hadn't been taken care of well.

He didn't know who he expected to find at the wheel - but he was certainly surprised when he came face to face with a teenager.

Her blue eyes widened in surprise when he started tapping at her driver's window. Blush rising in her cheeks, she rolled down the glass using a squeaky old crank.

"Can I help you?" she asked, stuttering a bit as she looked up at him, frightened.

Blonde hair and narrow nose, she hardly looked a day over eighteen. Robin narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "What's your name?"

She hesitated before answering him in a small voice. "Alice. Alice Jones."

He grumbled curiously. He didn't know any Joneses and he didn't recognize her, not in the least.

"Can I ask what you're doing here… Alice?"

She narrowed her eyes at him and let out a nervous breath. "What are you a cop or something?"

With a blank face he flashed his badge at her, seeing her eyes widen in surprise.

"Of course," she mumbled under her breath. "Look I was just clearin' my head. That's not against the law, is it?"

"No," drawled Robin. "But loitering is. This is a private street, Ms. Jones. I'm gonna need you to move along."

Alice opened her mouth as if to say something else but decided against it. Instead she just nodded. "Alright… I'll go."

"Good," said Robin, staring her down. Though his instincts said that she wasn't a threat, he still didn't trust her. She was holding back about something.

But it was getting late. He didn't have time to interrogate her and he knew every second he was out here was another second that his wife was fearing the worst. So her gave her another small look before turning to walk away.

He hadn't taken two steps before she called out to him. "Hey!"

When he looked back, he saw her close to tears.

"I'm sorry I followed you," she cried. "I just… I think I want to give you my baby."

Robin's jaw dropped in shock, and he froze as he watched her climb out of her truck, revealing her very pregnant belly as she stepped out into the street.

The hinges of her car door creaked as she slammed it closed before helplessly shrugging at him. Looking down, she ran her hands over her stomach whispering, "It's a girl… if that matters to you."

Robin stared as she reached up to wipe a stray tear away, before clearing her throat and looking back at him. "So… do you want her?"


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