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I am beyond ecstatic that you all are enjoying these so much! This one is light and fluffy! A nice balance to the earlier ones.
Prompt from EvilRegal21: Regina and Robin fight over something silly and then get back together in the end. (Hope you like it!)
"But Papa does it!" Roland reasoned.
There were perfectly good laundry baskets in every bedroom. Two in the actual laundry room. For what ever reason Regina still ended picking up his dirty clothing. Every single day.
It started innocently enough. After Robin had moved into the house they had laid out simple ground rules. Dirty clothes going into laundry baskets being one of them. He stuck to the rules for about a week. Then she started noticing articles of clothes that had been discarded on their bedroom floor. It was understandable when it was after a night of lovemaking, but these were not. A shirt across the back of her chair, jeans somehow stuffed in the corner, and socks everywhere. Even when the clothes were in the bathroom they managed to land directly next to the basket rather than in it. This went on for months.
The last straw was when Roland started mimicking the behavior. He came home after school on a rather warm day and, like many young boys do, stripped his shirt. Rather than going into the downstairs bathroom, he flung the garment randomly and it happened to land at Regina's feet. "Oh I don't think so young man. What makes you think it's alright to fling your dirty clothes on the ground?" Roland looked back with so much innocence that Regina could clearly see he did not think he did anything wrong.
"But Papa does it!" Roland reasoned.
And that is what started the argument they were in. She had tore into Robin the moment he arrived from work. "I don't understand what is so hard about putting your dirty clothes in the basket! I do the laundry, keep the house clean, get the boys off to school. The least you can do is put your damn clothes in the proper place!"
He was completely caught off guard. The truth was that he didn't think about where his clothes ended up after he took the off because they always ended up in the right place. It never crossed his mind how they got there. However, she was being completely unreasonable and he would not allow it. "Regina, I don't understand why you are making such a big deal about this. They are just clothes. Why does it matter where I take them off at?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth he knew that the couch would be his bed tonight.
The vein in her forehead began to pulse. "It matters because I am not your housekeeper! I am your fiancé! Do you know what Roland did this afternoon?" She watched him shake his head and all too gladly explained what had occurred. "Is that the example you want to be to our children? A slob?" Her voice had lowered but there was still venom in her words.
Even with was his love had said, Robin still did not understand all the hostility. "I understand that you are upset, but it is just clothes. I will have a chat with Roland." He tried to reason and bring the argument to a close.
"Forget it! If you don't understand neither will he!" She stormed off to her office, leaving a clueless thief in her wake. The request was so simple, why couldn't he just say 'yes dear, I will try harder.' That is all she really wanted.
They slept apart that night. Him on the couch and her in their bed. Neither slept well, but they slept. When breakfast came the next morning both boys could feel the tension in the room. Henry observed the violent eyes his mother kept shooting Robin and knew they must have had one heck of an argument while he was at Emma's. "So ah, Roland, do you know what happened between Mama and Papa?" He whispered to his younger brother.
Roland looked up. He knew that Mama was mad for him leaving his shirt on the floor yesterday, but he cleaned it up. "I think Papa left his shirt on the floor." The Duke of Dimples giggled. Papa was in big trouble!
Henry almost choked on his cereal. Keeping his laugh down was nearly impossible. When he was younger, Regina had disciplined him for the same reason, because he also had trouble always hitting the clothes basket. Going through it again must have been driving his mother crazy.
Once Robin left for work, Regina turned to her son's. "Boys I need your help." They both looked up excitedly. "I want you to get all the laundry in your rooms and throw it on the floor in the living room and hall. Especially you Roland." Her step-son had a quizzical look upon his brow.
"But I thought that was bad." Was Papa no longer in trouble?
Henry smirked because he knew what his mother was trying to do. So instead of her answering the question, he did. "I think she is trying to teach Papa what she taught you yesterday. Just on a bigger scale." Even if he did not fully understand Roland nodded agreement and ran to his room. Henry smiled and did the same, but not before checking that he was not going to have to clean up this mess.
Robin did not know what to expect when he got home that evening. He was hoping that his love had calmed down and gotten over the 'clothes not in baskets' issue she seemed to be having, so he could sleep peacefully tonight. When he turned the knob and opened their front door, he realized just how creative Regina could be. Everywhere he looked there were articles of clothing. The floor, hanging off pictures, across the television, one of Roland's shirts was in the sink. "Okay Regina I get it." He called into the chaos.
"Oh no you don't" She walked over to him with an empty laundry basket. "You don't understand until every piece of clothing has been picked up. By you. Come on boys, I hear ice cream calling." She had the most evil look on her face that she could muster. The boys rushed past Robin, Henry with a smirk and Roland with a big grin. Clearly they were having fun watching the man of the house get punished. The Queen leaned to her thief's ear before leaving. "Maybe if it is all cleaned up, you might get a little desert of your own." With that she left a kiss on his cheek and took the children to get ice cream.
A large sigh escaped his lips as he picked up Henry's underwear off the floor. Robin had to hand it to her. When she wanted to prove a point, she proved it.
This is a common problem in my house.
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