Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, everyone. Thank you to my amazing beta, la-la kate, for her extreme patience with my struggle over past/present tense. I swear my other stories will never stray from past tense again. ;) Having said that, I did play with the story after getting it back, so any mistakes are all mine.

Enjoy.

Regina watches from the front porch as Robin settles their bags into the SUV in the driveway. The back door of the vehicle closes with a dull thud, and then he's there stepping away from the Dodge and towards the house, Robin's eyes meet hers a gentle smile on his lips as he climbs the steps in her direction.

"Ready?" he asks her, as he draws closer to her.

It's cold outside, and she wraps her arms around herself, nods with a sigh not trusting her voice.

Even after these last couple days, no matter how hard Regina tries to convince herself that it is merely her imagination, something stills niggles in the back of her mind. Her stomach has been in knots from the moment she agreed to leave, and as much as she wants to ignore it, the word trap keeps lingering in the back of her mind.

The situation is a harsh reminder of how quickly things are about to change and her absolute and unquestioning faith in the man before her will be pushed to the very limits. As Robin had so succinctly put it, she isn't alone anymore.

The thought is as uplifting as it is terrifying.

His hands are on her arms, rubbing up and down to warm them, and perhaps to sooth her jangled nerves as well. "Is the little one all ready?"

"Bundled up and fast asleep in her car seat," Regina's voice is quiet but much steadier than she expected.

He looks down at her with that dimpled smile that tugs mercilessly at her heart. "And her mother?"

"I think so."

"Don't worry, love." Robin pulls her forward a bit, and places a kiss on her brow. "We'll figure this out together. And I happen to know of two very excited boys that are looking forward to seeing you."

Regina's eyes fall to the floor between them.

A concerned frown adorns his brow, and he tilts her chin up gently, his hands palming the sides of her face tangling lightly into her hair. "What is it?"

Regina lets out a small sigh, and then studies him for a moment. There was something vaguely familiar in his question, but it is difficult to put her finger on exactly what it is. Perhaps it is his tone, concerned and knowing, yet gentle and searching. He knows her so well, she thinks and she wishes she could say the same. She licks her lips, nervously Regina admits, "I just don't want to disappoint them." She looks away again, and can hear his sigh.

"Regina."

"I won't remember," She gathers her courage and looks up at him adding, "I won't remember my own son."

"You will, Regina," he promises, placing another kiss to her brow.

This time it is not he that pulls her into his arms, but it's her that seeks him, and Robin galdy wraps his arms around her. They stand there for a moment, while she draws strength and warmth from him before they set off.

It has only been two hours into their journey when Wren decides she's had enough of her car seat, kicking her legs and gnawing on her tiny hand, turning her head from side to side, starting to get factitious. Her soft mews turning into great loud cries, demanding Regina's attention in hopes of being cuddled in her mother's arms. Their hope of getting to Storybrooke before night fall is starting to look dim. They had meant to leave early, but deciding what would stay, and what to leave behind, was harder than Regina imagined.

She imagined once she left, there was no coming back, and there are things she was not leaving behind. Packing for herself was easy, but for her daughter, there was just so much. A blanket, clothes, diapers, wipes... essentials. She couldn't take the crib, but did she take the pack 'n play? It doubled as a crib, so yes she would need that. Car seat, obviously. The white bunny the nurses gave her the day she was born, Wren's first toy. Regina's pregnancy book she poured her soul into, kept memories, and Wren's baby book.

She's being sentimental, she knows, but she can't help it and Robin doesn't complain. He even encourages her to take things. Needless to say, it had been late afternoon by the time Regina was ready to go.

"There's a town up ahead not far," Robin tells her, his eyes darting from the road, to the mirror looking back at Regina who had climbed in the back a moment ago to sit beside her daughter. "We could stop and get something to eat and rest a bit?"

Smiling her thanks, she gives him a nod. "That would be great, thank you."

A few minutes later, Robin pulls the SVU into the parking lot of a small cafe, as he did, Regina reaches into Wren's car seat and picks her up, whispering words of apologies to her, she knows she's hungry, and she's so sorry.

"I'm going to feed her before we go in," Regina's soft voice carries up from the back seat.

Robin swallows, tells her of course, and he focuses his attention out the window. "Did you want me to wait outside?"

Regina's rich chuckle fills the car. "I'm sure there's nothing you haven't seen already."

He can't help it, his lips pull up at that at the wash of emotion the memory evoked, and Robin closes his eyes for moment and then opens them again to peer up in the mirror before quickly looking forward once again. He is sorely tempted to look back, to share the moment between mother and daughter, but he can't help it, he feels out of place. Eyes still fixed out the window, he replies, "But if it would make you more comfortable?"

"Well I'm fine," she assures, holding her daughter close as she nurses. Without the warmth of the heater from the car, the inside becomes a bit chilly, and she takes Wren's blanket from the car seat, covering her with it. She leans back into the soft leather and sighs. "How much farther do we have to go?"

"Not too long, another four hours or so," he tells her.

Regina waits for the baby to drink her fill, her tiny hand is settled against her chest finally perfectly content, and her eyes begin to fall shut as her belly fills. Regina ran her hand over her daughter's hair smoothing it down.

"Did we plan for her?" At his raised brow she clarifies, "Did we ever talk about have a family?"

Regina imagines she would have wanted one. Can't imagine not wanting to experience pregnancy, or having a child with Robin. They must have wanted one, but she has no recollection. She smiles as his eyes look away from the mirror a moment before they glance back up and meet hers. He's been watching their daughter, and Regina finds she really doesn't mind.

Robin clears his throat. "Honestly, we hadn't. Once Marian returned with Emma, there was so much to sort out. Making sure she was settled in this new land, taking the time to make sure Roland understood that just because his mother and father were not together didn't mean we all weren't a family. It wasn't until a couple weeks before you disappeared that things had settled down. In that time, it was all I could do to find the right moment to propose to you."

Regina smiles widely, he hasn't told her he had proposed, but it makes sense given all they've been through together, but the way he says it, waiting for the right moment. She wonders if that moment ever came and her smile turns curious. "But you never got the chance?"

Robin shifts uncomfortably in his seat but then smiles. It is dazzling and changes his face remarkably. "I did, actually. The very night before you vanished."

Astonished, Regina stares at the man before her, but quickly gathered her wits. "I said, yes."

A flash of hurt passes across Robin's face just briefly, and his voice is a bit more of a whisper when he confirms, "You did."

Regina nods but her eyes flick towards the baby. "It's not your fault, Robin." She has no memory, no recollection but she knows this to be true.

Looking at Regina, he raises his brow. "I hope you're right."

Regina nodded. "I am."

Robin smiled again and Regina found herself smiling in return.

"Thank you, Regina." He turns in his seat so he can see her fully. Not just an image in the mirror, and tells her, "While we may not have planned for her, I would have been just as ecstatic to learn of our daughter, as I was a few days ago. I've always wanted a family with you."

Robin's revelations knock her breath from her, she can't help this feeling… she can't put a name to it, but simply describe it as a deep affection for him. Their tie to one another reaches far and wide – pass time and memory loss, it seems.

Regina shakes her head chuckling lightly. How is he so perfect? "I hope you know what you're getting into. I can be a bit stubborn, and I have a feeling our daughter here won't be much different."

Robin nods gravely. "Yes, well I wouldn't have it any other way." Tearing his gaze away from his two loves, he eyes the diner ahead and gestures with a quick nod. "How about we get you some dinner?"

Regina follows his gaze and nods. "That sounds lovely."

As she stares, out the window for several minutes, she takes the time to try and familiarize the town. She remembers the welcome sign of Storybrooke, it drifting past her mind's eye, and somewhere in the background she hears the echo of Robin's voice as he told her they were here. They were home. She pictures his warm eyes and soft smile, and can almost feel the gentle touch of his hand on her cheek from earlier that morning. His reassurance is what grounds her and keep her from telling him to turn around.

Taking a deep cleansing breath, she checks the time on her phone. It is nearly eleven. Robin called her family earlier, told them they would be in late, and would meet them in the morning so Regina could settle in before the added pressure of 'meeting' everyone. She suppresses another sigh, she is grateful for Robin.

She tries to turn her thoughts elsewhere, but his handsome face came into her mind each time.

Robin.

She is hesitant of what tomorrow will bring, and knows there is nothing she can do about it, and yet she pictures herself with him beside her and her anxiety lifts. She knows how he feels about her. He holds nothing back. He is still madly in love with his Regina, and she wants to be this woman. Wants to be the one he's in love with. And even though she's never given voice to her thoughts, that didn't mean her feelings aren't there as well. She can see herself falling so easily for him. She takes a deep breath and allows herself to admit she already is falling for him. Only, isn't that the point? To break the spell on her memory required True Love's kiss, as he says.

They sit quietly as he drives through the town, and Robin studies the woman sitting beside him. She glances at him as well and for the first time he notices some of the light in her eyes has returned. She no longer seems as fearful as she once was. He smiles at her.

"Are you alright?"

She returns his smile and shrugs. "Yes, I was just thinking about us."

Robin's eyes widen and then he chuckles. "And what about us, Milady, are you thinking?" He smiles at her warmly, but a knot of sadness forms in his middle as vivid memories of the days after her disappearance resurface. He pushes his fears aside, reminding himself that she's here. Right here beside him, and she's not going anywhere.

She gives him a small smile. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking that… I'm glad you found us."

Robin reaches across the space between them and covers her hand with his. "Me too."

Regina feels a lump form in her throat, and blinks back the burn of tears. "You're a good man, I can see how she... how I... fell for you." She can see the hope in his eyes. Can see how he's taking her words to heart, and he looks at her like a man so incredibly in love with the woman she wishes she were. She can't give him her though, and it pains her to see it, so she changes the subject quickly. "Okay, then. Tell me." she gives him a sideways smirk, and looks out at the houses that are passing them by. "Does this town have a decent place to get coffee?"

He laughs. "Well we have Granny's Diner, where more often than not get your coffee, and more often than not, always manage to find something wrong with it. Personally, I think it's the way you and Granny bond. You tell her the coffee is rubbish and she tells you she's not forcing you to drink it." His face twists into a wry grin. "It's a love/hate kind of relationship. You'll find out soon enough, I imagine. Though, I'm sure she'll be a bit more understanding, what with your memories being momentarily absent."

She chuckles out loud at that thought, at the woman she was before.

He slows the SUV, pulling into the driveway of a very very large home. Her face must be giving her away and he confirms her suspicions. "We're home." She takes in the darkened house, watches as Robin put the car in park and turns off the engine, then turned back to her and leaning back, he studies her face.

She is still looking away when she says with a smile, "You're staring."

"Hmmm. I know. But you're going to have to forgive me, Regina." She turns to him and their looks hold. "I can't pretend what a relief it is to have you home." He is still staring at her, his eyes light pools of love and anxiety. Robin huffed out a breath. "So, how about I get the little one, and then once we get inside, I'll give you the grand tour."

Regina chuckles. "There's not only a tour but a grand tour, huh?"

"Indeed. One that befits a beautiful, yet willfully stubborn Queen." He reaches across the barrier between them and takes his hand in hers, and squeezes. Her small fingers are wrapped around his larger hand and his fingers clasp hers protectively. It signifies so much. All of a sudden Regina realizes that this is the only thing that matters to her, getting her – their family back together.

As they exit the car, Robin opens the backseat door to get Wren's car seat, and finds to his surprise that she is wide awake, and looking all around her. Robin chuckles down at her, "Hello there little one. How long have you been up?" He places a small kiss upon her brow and her little eyes widen, her hands reaching up in excitement to see him. Their eyes never leaving one another's he tells her, "Just as soon as we get inside I'll get you out of this infernal contraption, my darling. For now let's leave you nice and tucked in, alright?"

Releasing the seat from its harness, Robin gently lifts Wren out of the car. Regina is standing behind him. A soft smile tugging at her lips, as she follows him to the door. Unlocking the door, he steps in first to turn on the light for them.

Her breath catches as she steps into the entrance. It's even bigger than it looks on the outside.

He hasn't taken his eyes off her and still smiling happily, he indicates a room just off the entranceway. "This way, it's warmer in here."

The room, although not too large is – in her eyes – perfect. It spoke of a classic style, very much a reflection of its owner, and in keeping with the age of the house. There was a large stone fireplace on the far wall, tall sash windows, with curtains pulled closed.

Seeing the home –her home- sends a sharp pang to her middle but she stamps down the sensation and muses idly if she will see it through the eyes of her former self. She hopes so.

Turning towards him, she smiles. "It's big."

He nods with a rueful grin, as he looked around the room. "Yes well, you always liked to be comfortable."

Regina laughs softly, her brows knitting together she teases, "I think this qualifies as a bit more than just 'comfortable.'"

He grins, setting the car seat on the ground he kneels down to unbuckle the baby. "As someone who slept in the forest for most of his life, I certainly can't argue with that. Would you like me to make you something? Water or tea, perhaps something to eat? I could fix you something…" His words tumble over one another.

She shakes her head. "No, I'm fine."

Robin reaches into the seat and picks up Wren, cradling her in his arms he watches her as his little daughter looks around at the unfamiliar room. "How about that tour?" he suggests turning and smiling at Regina as she follows behind him.

He takes her through the downstairs. The kitchen is first, which is for the most part, completely spotless. He admits that he and Roland have been meeting Henry, or Marian at Granny's for most of their meals. Then they head into the laundry room, where there is unwashed laundry piled up on top of the washer. Robin gives her a sheepish smirk and tells her he'll get right to that in the morning. A smile of her own tugs at her lips, but instead she pulls it back and nods in a most serious fashion.

Robin leads them upstairs, the baby starts to hiccup, and Robin lifts her up in his arms so her head is resting on his shoulder, softly patting the her back. He's such a natural with her, she thinks. Regina's attention shifts as he shows her Roland's room. A small bed with a jungle comforter, books, tiny cars, and stuffed animals litter the floor. Robin then leads her to Henry's room. There are no toys in this room, but there are books. Lots of books. Robin tells her Henry's been working with Belle for a while now. Pouring over everything they could on magic and curses. She nods, and blinks back tears that have sprung to her eyes. She swallows them back, and curses herself for letting her emotions get to her, but she's only given birth three weeks ago and she can't help the hormones that still have a hold of her. She lingers there, notices a picture of her and the boy Robin says is her son. Her fingertips tracing over the frame, and she thinks they look happy.

Regina turns to him, and he gives her a soft smile. He holds out his hand and she takes it. Lacing their fingers together he walks them into another room.

"And here we have…" he pauses, seeming to stumble over the word.

Regina takes pity on the poor tongue tied man and finishes for him, "Our room?"

Robin chuckles and bites his bottom lip. He looks down at the ground before meeting her eyes. "Yes, that'd be it."

She shakes her head, and begins to wonder around the room. She lets out a low whistle as she takes a step into her closet. "I'll say one thing," her voice calls from far inside adding, "I have fabulous taste in shoes."