He's standing where she left him, only now he's facing the stairs, and this time it is he who appears guarded. His arms are crossed, save his hand that covers his mouth. His eyes are riveted to hers, and then to the bundle she holds in her arms.

Regina takes a deep breath when she reaches the bottom of the stairs. She looks down at the baby who is now awake, looking up at her with her dark steel blue eyes, and she thinks they may lighten a bit as she grows. She looks to Robin and then back to the baby, she's very much her father's daughter, Regina thinks, and she pats her back a bit as she walks, smiling down at her, walking toward Robin, who still hasn't said a word. She realizes he's waiting for her.

"A little over seven months ago, I woke up in a hospital here in Boston. I was in an accident, and I had no memories of my past, but…" She comes to a stop in front of him; their eyes are connected until she looks down at the baby. "But I had her. I was eight weeks pregnant."

It takes only a moment for her confession to sink in and she watches closely at his reaction. His eyes are filled with tears, as he looks down at the baby, whose gaze is now absorbed onto their new guest. A broken gasp leaves him, "Regina." He shifts slightly so he can look down on her better, "We ... We have a daughter?"

She can only nod, as both their eyes fill with tears, she can't help it. His jaw clenches and he swallows, taking a deep breath from his nose, she can see he's trying to absorb it all without breaking down.

Regina puts a hand on his arm, and he takes it and places a kiss to her palm. She inhales sharply when his lips make contact; she's filled with an overwhelming urge to fall into his arms because that feeling is back. The one that tells her that this is it. That Robin is the one. He's looking down at her and it doesn't take a genius to figure out he wants to hold her just as much.

The baby yawns widely, breaking their spell, and his eyes light up, wide with wonder and delight. A smile spreads across his face, he has the most amazing smile, and it does something to her. Something she can't explain, but as she watches how his eyes are drawn to her and to their daughter, and her insecurities about him fall away. She feels she can trust him, more importantly she can trust him with their daughter, and it's that feeling inside herself that she has come to believe in.

"May I hold her?" he asks her.

"Yes." She lifts the baby into his waiting arms, and he takes her with all the skill of a natural father.

"Oh my God, Regina. She's absolutely breathtaking." Regina watches as he takes her in, and it reminds her of when she first held her, in the early hours of the morning. Taking note of the color of her eyes, her soft cheeks, ten little fingers, and it's those fingers that latch around one of Robin's, making his smile widen. "Hello, my darling. You look just like your mum. Did you know that?" His gaze pulls away from the baby's to Regina's. "She's still so small, when was she born?"

Regina's hand comes up to her daughters head, her thumb caresses over her golden locks. "She's a little over two weeks old."

His face falls, and the look he gives her is filled with remorse. "I'm sorry, love," he tells her and adding, "I'm so sorry you had to go through that alone."

She swallows, and pushes down any regrets she may feel now that he's here. Even though she might have wished things could have been different, the birth of her daughter was one of the most extraordinary beautiful moments of her life. And she had Natalie. "I wasn't alone. I have a friend who was with me for her birth."

He shakes his head, his attention is back on the wide blue eyes of his daughter. "Still, you have no idea how much I wish I could have been there."

"You're here now," Regina tells him with a nod. "That's what matters."

"Thank God for that." He looks back down at the girl in his arms. "I truly had no idea." He's still in awe and it sets a warmth flooding through her. "What's her name?"

She blushes at that, she's poured over baby name books and websites these last few months, and every time she came across the name she would read its meaning, a lilting songbird name, could be the next Robin... her pull to the name now made all the sense in the world. Why she couldn't get it out of her head, despite Nat's attempts to dissuade her. Don't you think maybe a pretty, Whitney or maybe Annabelle might be better?" Regina had made a face at those, and told Nat if she liked those names so much she was free to use them herself for her baby.

Besides she loves the name and has already been calling her by the name the last few months.

"Wren."

"Wren," he repeats in a gruff whisper, one hand cradles her while the other brushes softly over her hair. "It's perfect."

She felt her face heat in his praise. "Thank you."

"My, she's got loads of hair." He runs his hand over her head, and her hair brushes back with it.

"That's she does," his smiling eyes meet hers and she adds, "I've been wondering if she got her coloring from her father. I guess I was right."

"Aye, she may have got that, but she looks just like you, you know. Her eyes, her little nose, and those lips. She's stunning." He adjusts her up higher so he can place a kiss to her brow, and then chuckles when the baby hiccups. Regina can see he is clearly captivated by her. Robin admits, "I've imagined what a child of ours might look like but never, in my dreams, could I have imagined she would be this beautiful."

Her breath catches in her throat. He's imagined their child? She may not be able to remember their relationship, or how much he must have meant to her, but she is deeply touched.

"You're very natural with her," she observes, loves the way he holds her. Protective and gentle.

He smiles. "It's been a while since Roland was this small, but it's something you never forget."

"Roland?"

"I'm sorry, I apologize. Roland is my son. He's five, and he also misses you very much."

Regina nods because she's not sure what to say to that. "Roland is my son," so not theirs. Just when she thinks she almost has them figured out something else comes up and throws her for a loop. She's beginning to get frustrated. Not that his having a son is frustrating. It's the fact that he's yet to fill in the missing pieces, and it leaves her feeling impatient.

"So," Regina began, looking down at her hands and not into his eyes. God, she can't help it. She's always thought of herself as made from tougher stuff, but she's just given birth not long ago, and damnit, under the circumstances she's allowed to be a woman and feel her insecurities once in a while. "How long have we been together?"

"Well, you could say we were friends for about a year before we both admitted we were in love."

Oh, okay that's better, she thinks. At least it's not like they only knew each other a week or two. God, she wishes she could just remember, but that's a pipe dream, and they need to talk. Mostly about where they go from here. She has a son, and almost eight months is a long time to be without a mother, she needs to know more.

"I think you should tell me that story now."

He sighs, and she thinks he looks almost regretful. "Indeed, I should." Robin places another kiss on Wren's head and hands her delicately back to Regina."Again, Regina I must ask that you keep a very, very open mind."

"I'll be as open as I can be."

So they sit, and he hesitates only a moment before he begins. She never interrupts him, and his eyes fall from hers to Wren's, and sometimes to his hands that are threaded together. It's quite the fairy tale. An Evil Queen and a Savior. Bloodshed and heartache. True Love and Soul Mates. It's all ridiculous and completely crazy. And she thinks that if she were anyone else she would have called the police a long time ago, but she hasn't. She's not going to because there is something else she hasn't told him, and that secret is not something she fears anymore. His tale explains it, even if it is the most convoluted story she's ever heard.

Regina is staring down at Wren as she sleeps now. She holds her tiny hand in between her fingers, as Robin tells her of Marian and her return from the past, and after some time he and Regina, were able to find their way back to one another. They were together for three months before she disappeared. Robin had come home with Roland and Henry to discover she was gone. They thought she might have just gone out for something, to the store perhaps? But then as night fell and there was no word, they grew worried. Henry had called her cell phone, but Robin found it in the kitchen. They called all their friends, went to Granny's, to her vault, but nothing. She was gone.

"When morning came, there was still no sign. We all began searching. Tink had gone to Blue and the other fairies, they tried to locate you with some sort of locator spell, but even that failed. By the end of the week, I was desperate, and I went to see the Imp. I've never trusted him, but I didn't know what else to do. We needed answers. But even his magic was no use, or so he said," he finishes with a derisive snort. She can tell he does not like the man he speaks of, this Rumplestiltskin.

Regina tilted her head and asks, "So, what finally lead you here?"

"Pixie dust," he tells her simply and with a bit of a slight smile pulling at the corners of his lips, and he reaches across the distance between them and takes one of her hands in his own, his thumb rubbing along the soft skin of her knuckles. "You used it once to lead you to me, and now, its lead me to you."

Regina looks down at their hands as she takes it all in. She takes her hand back from his and instead of pulling away, she takes his wrist and turns it to look at the black in there, then traces along its edges.

"It seems the very moment we are free to be together something always happens." Robin takes her hand between him, and vows, "But I promise you, I'll do whatever I can to get us back there, and to help you through this."

"I believe you," she tells him. And she does. She wants this. Wants to remember the life and the family she's lost. As impossible as it should be to believe, she does.

"I must say, you're taking this all rather well…" Robin says to her, as his brows knit together. "I was sure you'd have tried to chuck me out long before now."

"Yes, well," Regina's eyes leave their hands and travel up to meet his curious stare. "There's something else I haven't told you."

His brow creases, if it's possible he looks even more confused. "What is it?"

She wordlessly, passes the baby to him, whom he gently cradles in the crook of his arm careful not to wake her. Robin watches her as Regina brings a hand up between them, and for a moment her focus is on the tips of her fingers. Then once she feels the energy travel through her, she focuses it, channels it, until it's there in her hand, in the tips of her fingers like hot pins and needles. And she rubs her fingers together softly. His small gasp leaves him, and his eyes widen, as small flames appear there.

His voice is but a whisper of awe and surprise. "You still have your magic?"