Author's Note: A big thank you to my amazing beta Galxychld -who is managing to juggle four of my stories at once- bless her endless supply of patience for me and my story ADD. Also a thank you to my followers, I love all your comments and guesses as to what might have happened to Regina -though one of you already got it right. Good for you, you clever dear! And no, I won't tell you who the right person was either. ;) Okay, ready for more?

Robin sets up the pack n' play next to the bed, while Regina showers, and Wren sleeps blissfully unaware on the bed, pillows all around her. He glances back to the baby every now and then, knowing she is still too small to roll on her own, especially the great lengths it would take to get to the side of the bed, but still he worries.

He runs a hand through his hair, looking around, wondering what else there is to be done. The car is unloaded, and their bags are for the most part unpacked.

He keeps watch over the baby. His eyes drift from the bathroom door to their daughter. She's dressed in a white sleeper with yellow and purple hearts, her face soft and angelic in repose, her little rosebud mouth making small sucking motions. He smiles down at his daughter, remembering a few days ago, when Regina brought her downstairs and he realized he was a father once again. The moment Regina placed her in his arms, he'd fallen in love. In that moment he'd made a deep and everlasting connection with this little girl and there was nothing to be done about it. Just like her mother, she had stolen his heart.

Gently stroking her, he barely touches the soft fair curls on her head and her tiny shell like ear. It is wondrous. The baby jumps in her sleep, throwing her tiny arms out to the side. Robin jerks his hand back, not wanting to wake her. So instead, he sits up, and stares at the small babe that now owns his heart.

He looks up at the sound of Regina's light chuckle. "You'll wake her up if you're not careful."

She's standing in the doorway, towel drying her long wet hair. She's wearing a light gray t-shirt and cotton pants. Definitely not what he's used to her wearing to bed, but she looks just as beautiful. Softer, a bit younger perhaps? Some of the innocence lost so long ago to the Evil Queen? Robin swallows, and takes a deep breath.

"Thanks for watching her. She should sleep peacefully for a few hours now."

"Well then, I suggest we do the same."

She yawns, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, then chuckles. "I won't argue with that."

He nods his head. "Do you need anything?"

Regina looks around the room, her lips pursed in thought, and then a moment later she shakes her head. "Nothing I can think of."

"Good." Silence reigns again for a time. Robin isn't quite sure what to do. For all intents and purposes they're still together, but he's not sure of the boundaries between them. They are parents to a new baby, and yet her lost memories keep them from the intimacy they so very much wish to share. However, he vows to himself to be patient, to give her time and not push before she's ready. To Robin, it feels almost like falling in love with her all over again.

It's very late and they have a big day ahead of them. He decides he should go.

He stands up and looks over at her as she picks up their daughter, gently placing her into her makeshift crib, stroking her cheek and tucking the blanket around her. "Regina, I'll let you get to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

She was looks at him, thoroughly perplexed. "Where are you going to sleep?"

"I thought I'd take Henry's bed for the night, and let you have this room."

She sits on the bed. "That's very sweet of you, but..."

"But what?"

She hesitates, biting her lower lip and twining her fingers together nervously. "Stay with me? I don't want you to go, unless you don't want to stay." She is confused. He loves her, and at the end of the day they're a family. So why would he want to leave? "Do you…want to go?" Regina asks, looking down at her hands. She is not aware of the plaintive note in her voice, but Robin is, and he feels a warmth suffuse his body.

However, because he has vowed not to push her, and because he is honestly not really sure what she means by that, he clarifies. "You want me to stay?"

She lifts her head and looks at him. "Am I asking too much?"

"Of course not. Shall I stay until you fall asleep or do you want me here all night?"

"All night."

Attempting to hide his pleased smile, he tells her, "All right then. I'm just going to change for bed."

"Okay." She smiles back at him as she turns to pull the covers back on the bed, sinking down into the mattress, and turning on her side to face Wren's crib.

Robin grabs a pair of flannel pants and shirt from the dresser, and makes his way to the bathroom. Making quick work of brushing his teeth, he takes off his slacks and sweater, and dresses before he quietly makes his way out of the bathroom. Shutting off the light near the dresser, he climbs into bed, facing her back. He instantly hates the gap between them, and wishes with everything he is that he can close the distance between them. "Goodnight, Regina."

"Night," she mumbles, and then does something he never expects; pushing back on the mattress, she moves until she is right up against his chest. "Is this okay?" her voice is barely a whisper, and Robin thinks if he had been breathing he would have missed it.

"Very." Regina relaxes then, and Robin sighs; he can't help it any longer. His arm wraps around her, holding her close, and closes his eyes. Holding her and sleeping next to her makes him happier than he can describe. Tears burn in his eyes, and he shudders out a deep exhale. Regina is safe, and she is lying in his arms, while his beautiful healthy infant daughter sleeps peacefully beside them. Nothing can be better.

It takes only a matter of moments for Regina's breathing to slow and for her to grow heavy in his arms. He smiles when he hears the deep, even breathing that means she is asleep. Pulling her tightly against him, he nuzzles into the back of her neck. He has every intention of savoring the moment, of lying awake to hold her as she sleeps in his arms for the first time in so very long, but he is almost as tired as she is, and before he can stop himself, his eyes close and he joins her in deep restful sleep.

It is early when she wakes, and the warmth from Robin as he sleeps peacefully behind her sends a jolt through her heart. She wants to linger here with him if given the choice, but nature calls, and she also has to get up and prepare to meet her family. They aren't due until after ten, so she attempts to slide gently from his arms, but he must have been awake too, because he raises his head, his voice rough and cloudy with sleep as he says, "Time to get up, yeah?"

Regina sighs, melting back into his arms. Just a moment longer, she thinks, and closes her eyes. "I want to have Wren and myself ready before everyone gets here." Robin yawns while nodding, and rubs a hand over his face. "How did you sleep?"

"Better than I have in a very long while," he admits, not ashamed in the least that having her close brings him comfort. "Thank you."

She raises a hand and places it on his cheek, softly caressing over the stubble with her thumb. "I know you miss her."

"Very much so," he says, and blinks away tears that form so quickly.

Their gazes lock, lost in one another, and Regina is surprised by how much she wants him to kiss her. Oh, how she's falling for him. So hard and so quick it steals her breath away.

He hovers over her; he wants to kiss her so desperately. He needs her so much; to feel those beautiful lips against his once more. As eyes search his, a small coy smile tugs at her lips, and he thinks she'll let him. Just as he starts to close the distance between them, and her lips part slightly in anticipation, a shattering cry fills the silence of the room, and Robin chuckles.

"It appears you're wanted, milady." Regina sighs, the moment between them gone, and she eases out of his hold to attend to their daughter.

Robin rises with her, and announces he'll be downstairs, seeing what he can cook up for breakfast.

Once the baby has been fed and changed, Regina decides to take her downstairs to see what kind of breakfast Robin has managed to make for them.

In the kitchen she finds him at the table with a cup of juice for her, cup of coffee for him, and some muffins. He stands and holds out his hand for her, which she gladly takes, drawing her to the table and pulling out a chair for her. "Good morning. I'm afraid we are a bit low on groceries. However, it seems that we've been left a gift."

He gestures to the basket of muffins, and holding out his arms offers to take the baby while she eats. She hands Robin the fidgeting bundle, and Wren snuggles in and nuzzles at Robin's front. He gently rubs her tiny back, and she sighs and blinks sleepily against her father's chest.

Regina smiles as she watches the tender tableau, and then takes a sip of juice. "It's perfect." Taking another sip, she places her cup on the table. She breaths in deeply, and adds, "Though, you drinking coffee when I can't is really not fair, you know." She arches a teasing brow in his direction.

Robin's brows furrow. "But I thought… You had a cup at the diner last night?"

"Oh well, that was decaf," she states, and at his look of mild confusion, she adds, "It's a milder version of coffee. The stronger stuff is not really advised when you're nursing," she tells him, grabbing a muffin and sniffing it. Cranberry. Yum.

He nods and takes a seat next to her. "Well then, I shall procure this 'decaf' coffee for you tonight when I go out for more provisions."

"That's very sweet of you."

He throws her a gentle smile, and they finish eating in companionable silence, Robin managing to keep Wren calm and contented against him the entire meal. Regina is suitably impressed.

"Are you ready?" he asks her a short while later.

Regina takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and she nods once. "As I'll ever be."

He leaves her standing in the living room as he opens the door, and she can hear a murmur of greetings. Taking a deep breath, she steps into the foyer, and it's the young boy, Henry, who is first to spot her. He takes four quick steps and suddenly he is in her arms hugging her tightly. Regina hesitates for a moment, but putting her arms around him is so…natural.

"Mom!" he says, and Regina can hear the palpable relief there. "I'm so glad you're home."

"Regina!" Another pair of arms launches themselves around her legs. "Papa found you!"

"Hello, Roland," Regina chuckles and runs a hand through the young boy's dark locks.

Henry pulls away from Regina a bit. "You still don't remember do you?"

Regina gives a sad shake of her head. "I'm sorry, I don't."

She sees him blink back a few tears before he smiles at her bravely. "That's okay, Mom. We'll figure out a way to get them back. I lost mine once too, and you all found a way to get me to remember."

"Regina."

She looks up and into the warm eyes of a woman with raven hair in a pixie cut. "You must be Mary-Margaret."

The younger woman nods. It's been Snow more often, recently, but until Regina regains her memories, Mary-Margaret will be less confusing. "How are you?"

"I'm fine." Regina insists, giving her a small smile. "Glad Robin found me."

Mary-Margaret returns her smile. "We all are."

Robin invites everyone into the living room. He takes a seat beside Regina, Roland hops up into his lap, and once everyone settles in, he introduces everyone to Regina. She's already seen pictures of Henry, knows about Roland and Marian, and Mary-Margaret and David, so Emma is the most unfamiliar to her.

They all begin to break the awkwardness by sharing their stories, how they themselves and the town reacted when she'd gone missing.

Once they've finished, Regina recounts her story. About waking up in the hospital, the months alone, and how she mysteriously had a life all set up for her.

Robin can see intrigue in Emma's gaze, as Regina finishes with Robin bringing her back to town, and she asks, "So the entire time you lived in Boston, no one came to see you? No one claiming to be a friend or family?"

Regina shakes her head. "No, no one. Not until Robin. And the only friend I have there, we didn't meet until much later and she couldn't have anything to do with this... She's knows nothing about magic. She wouldn't have time what with her three kids and husband."

"I think it might be a good idea for me to check this place out, talk to some of the neighbors, and see what I can find."

"I'm not sure that would be very helpful. I've already spoken to every neighbor, and so have some of the most expensive private investigators in Boston."

"That may be but I have one thing they don't."

"And what's that?"

"The ability to tell when people are lying." Emma's smirk tells Regina not to doubt her, and the young woman adds, "Don't worry, this is something I'm good at. We'll find out what happened."

Regina sighs, she's not sure if she should be relieved by this or apprehensive. The thought of one of her neighbors watching her for the last seven months makes her skin crawl.

Robin lets out a breath, and taking Regina's hand, he threads their fingers together. It's time, she thinks, and as if he can read her thoughts, he gives her the barest of nods.

Mary-Margaret's voice fills the room. "Why do I feel like there is something you're both not telling us?"

Robin gives the former princess a half smile. She is more observant these days than ever she was. "Well, you see, Regina and I have something we'd like to share with all of you."

"Oh?" Mary-Margaret tilts her head, curious. Her eyes are bright when she asks Regina excitedly, "Have you... do you remember something?"

"Not exactly," Regina replies. She glances at Robin, who gives her an encouraging smile and squeeze of her hand. Here goes. She takes a deep breath. "When I woke up in the hospital in Boston, not only was I surprised to find my memories missing, there was also something else."

Everyone in the room glances at one another nervously.

"What is it, Mom?" Henry swallows, and sits up.

"Is something wrong?" Mary-Margaret asks.

Regina can tell everyone is jumping to the wrong conclusion and she jumps in, wanting to stay their fears. "No, nothing was wrong. In fact, it was great news. I was pregnant."

Mary-Margaret inhales sharply and covers her mouth. David and Robin share a knowing look of fatherly pride.

"But that would mean..." Henry begins, glancing back and forth between both Regina and Robin.

"You have a sister," Robin finishes for the lad, whose eyes go wide as does his smile.

The rest of the room erupts then. Mary-Margaret is the first on her feet, throwing her arms around Regina in a tight warm hug. Regina is understandably startled, but the unreserved happiness in action makes her smile.

"Oh, Regina, I'm so happy for you. When did you have her?"

"Three weeks ago."

"Where is she?"

"Upstairs." Regina's eyes drift up to the ceiling then back to the young man in front of her. "Would you like to meet her?"

"Of course I would!" Henry grins up at her.

Warmth infuses Regina's chest at his enthusiasm, and she's struck with a wave of sadness for them all. How much she's missed out on, how much they all have. It's truly not fair, and she feels a distinct wave of anger towards the one who's come between her and her family.

She pushes the negative aside for now, and focuses on the boy in front of her. "Give me just a few minutes, and I'll bring her down."

As Regina walks down the stairs with her tiny daughter, she notices Henry is smiling at her with a wide, wide grin, little Roland is practically jumping out of his shoes in excitement, and the other adults in the room look on with a mixture of shock and awe. She notices a new addition, a dark-haired man standing close to Emma, and realizes this must be the Killian Jones that Robin told her about. She nods to him, and he gives her a small smile.

It is Mary-Margaret and Henry who come to her first. Regina notices tears in the young woman's eyes as she admires the little one. "Oh, Regina," she breaths, "She's beautiful. Robin, she has your hair. Isn't that amazing?"

Regina finds Robin's gaze and they share a smile.

"Can I hold her?" Henry asks her.

"Sure," Regina tells him and she places the baby in the teenager's arms, while Mary-Margaret reminds him to cradle her head.

"I know, Grandma." He looks down at the still sleeping baby. "What's her name?"

Regina returns his smile. "Wren."

Robin takes a moment while Regina is occupied with Mary-Margaret, Henry, and Roland to refill their drinks. He rounds the corner heading for the kitchen, as David and Killian come towards him. They both stop in front of Robin.

Killian and David take turns shaking Robin's hand. "Congratulations, Robin," David tells him, clapping him on the shoulder. "She's a little beauty."

Killian, always the one with the smart quip, pipes up. "I bet that was a wee bit of a shocker."

Robin chuckles lightly, with a nod. "That's a bit of an understatement, mate, but Wren is a truly wonderful surprise."

"You could say that. I don't think I've ever seen Regina look so happy." David grins and Killian slaps him on the back.

"Aye, this calls for a proper toast," the former pirate says, pulling out his flask. "To you and finding your family, mate."

Robin thanks the man that he's grown to know over the last year and is proud to call a friend. Taking the flask from him he replies, cheers, before tipping it back.

Much later that afternoon, Emma and Killian take their leave. Emma has decided not to wait and leaves for Boston, just in case the person behind this gets wind that Regina has left. It goes without saying that Killian will accompany her. Henry insists on staying with Regina and Robin, which Regina doesn't mind in the least.

David is attempting to pull his wife from the baby, but Mary-Margaret isn't listening, she continues to babble happily at Wren, who is wide awake now and listening to her with rapt attention.

"We told Ashley we'd be back to get Neal an hour ago," he presses with an exaggerated sigh when she continues to speak to the baby.

"But David," Mary-Margaret pouts. "She's awake, and look at this face, she likes me." Mary-Margaret beams at David, then over at the baby's parents.

"That may be, but you have a son who probably would like some of your attention, too."

She makes a face at that and relents. She leans in and places a kiss on the baby's forehead. "Goodbye, Wren. I'll come see you soon, sweet girl."

Mary-Margaret stands and takes the baby over to Regina who has been watching then in amusement. "Regina, Robin if you ever need a babysitter..."

Robin chooses that moment to come into the room, Marian and Roland trailing behind. "We'll know exactly who to call on," he finishes for her with a smile.

After David and Mary-Margaret say their goodbyes, it's only Marian left. Regina smiles at her, wonders how their relationship had been before she left. Robin assures her they were very amicable, but there's something there, Regina is sure of it. Nothing malicious, or hateful, but something is there. She wonders if it has as much to do with Robin's relationship with her as it does with Roland's obvious affection for his almost stepmother.

Marian holds out her hand for Roland. "Come Roland, let's go meet Will and Tuck for a bit."

"Wait, I have a present for Wren." Roland holds something behind his back.

"Do you?" Robin directs him to the sofa to sit next to Regina.

Roland presents his stuffed monkey. "I want my sister to have this."

Surprised, Regina takes the stuffed animal from his outstretched arms. "Well, thank you. Are you sure?"

As he nods, Robin asks, "You won't be lonely without him?"

"Well, not no more because Regina is home. Now that she's here I won't need him to remind me of her. Monkey can protect Wren now."

Robin's chest is warmed with pride and he grins at his son. "That is very thoughtful, my boy."

Regina blinks back tears and tells him, "Thank you, sweetheart." She asks, "Would you like to hold her, Roland?"

Nodding vigorously, he asks, "Could I?"

"Of course." Regina beams at him.

"Sit against the back of the sofa," Robin tells him, and takes Wren from Regina and carefully lays her across Roland's lap, putting a pillow under the little boy's elbow to hold up the baby's head. "Be very still, she's still very little."

Roland is mesmerized by the infant in his arms. Wren looks up at his face and yawns widely, making Roland giggle. "I think she's sleepy."

"She sleeps a lot," Regina confirms.

Roland says, "I know, she's been asleep all day!"

Robin looks over Roland's head to catch Regina's attention. When she looks up, he winks at her, thinking about how much they would love for the baby to sleep all the time.

As soon as Wren's eyes close, and it is clear she is very much asleep, Marian says, "Roland, we'd better go."

"But I want to stay with Papa and Regina tonight." He looks between Robin and Marian. Regina sees it then, just a flash across Marian's face. Ah, then, not jealousy exactly, but perhaps…confusion…that her son holds another woman in the same esteem as herself.

Robin chuckles, and kneels down in front of his son. Ruffling his brown locks, Robin assures, "And you can stay with us, but right now you're going to go with your mum for a bit while Regina and I go see someone about getting Regina's memories back."

"Oh." Roland nods with understanding.

"So go with your mum, and I'll drop by later and pick you up."

Robin picks up the baby from her brother's lap, and helping the young lad off of the couch, he gives his son a kiss on the forehead.

Regina captures the young boy's attention before he turns to leave. "Thank you so much for the monkey, Roland. I'm sure she will love it."

"You're welcome, Regina." He beams, walking over to her and giving her a warm hug. "Bye." She echoes his goodbye as Roland runs out the door. Marian also bids them farewell, and Robin says he'll be there to pick up Roland before dinner time.

Finally, the house is quiet.

Robin sits down, cradling Wren in his arms, and gestures at the spot beside him. She smiles, and takes a seat next to him. Regina sighs. "That didn't go so bad."

"Could have been worse," Robin chuckles, and wraps an arm around her, adding, "Mary-Margaret could have actually tried to leave with Wren."

Regina laughs.