She wasn't surprised to find Robin waiting on her doorstep when she opened the door at 8:00 the next morning. After all, she'd promised him that they'd figure out what to do tomorrow, and it was never in Robin's nature to wait her out. From the way he was pacing when she opened the door, she guessed that he'd been there a while.

"Good morning," she said coolly, smoothing imaginary wrinkles out of her pencil skirt.

"Regina," he said, and she fought to hide an involuntary shiver at the way he said her name. She loved the sound of her name rolling off his tongue. Loved the weight he put into those few syllables.

Not the time, she thought. "Robin," she replied, as levelly as possible. "What brings you here so early?"

Her question annoyed him, she could see that immediately. The walls she was putting up between them were confusing him, and making him more than a little angry. She might have felt a twinge of guilt, but she stamped it down quickly. Robin's emotional well-being was no longer her problem.

Ha, a voice echoed in her head. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Emma's.

"I need to know what we're going to do about Zelena," he said. "What have you done with her?"

The question was enough to rile her, even though his tone hadn't been in the least judgmental or angry. "What I've done with her? I've put her where she can't hurt anyone. I thought that's what you wanted."

He took a step back, reacting to the fire in her tone. "It is what I wanted. But I need to know that the child will be all right."

She laughed at that. "Really, Robin? After all this, you should know that I wouldn't let a child suffer for my mistakes."

"They're not your mistakes. They're mine," he said quietly, putting a hand on her arm. She shook him off gently. The sound of his voice was bad enough. She couldn't bear the feel of his skin touching hers.

"Regardless," she dismissed, "I won't hurt your child."

He stared at her, a coldness in his eyes Regina had never seen before. "Do you think I don't know that?" he finally asked. She wanted to apologize, but her pride got the best of her. "Well, I am the Evil Queen," she said with a shrug.

"Not to me," he said softly, and her breath caught in her throat. She turned her back to him and stepped off the porch. "Let's go," she said over her shoulder. "We need to go talk to Whale before he starts hitting the bottle."

The drive to the hospital was among the most uncomfortable stretches of time Regina had ever experienced, and for a woman who had spent the last five years living with people who knew she had cursed them into oblivion, that was saying something. She knew that Robin was searching for an opening, a way to crack her shell, but she wasn't going to give him one. She had made her apologies the night before, and that was all she was willing to give him.

It wasn't all she wanted to give him, not by a long shot, but it was all she was willing to give him.

As they drew up to the hospital, Robin finally broke the silence. "Did you talk to her?"

She nodded. "She came out of it before I left."

"What did she say?"

"Nothing of consequence. Just pouring salt on the wounds."

Robin looked down at his lap. "I knew I should not have left you alone to deal with her."

She laughed at that, the thought that Robin could protect her from her sister. "It was nothing worse than I've heard before." He offered her a wry smile. "Yes, well, she does know how to hit where it hurts," he agreed.

Regina felt guilt, once again, creeping up her spine. She had been so angry that Robin had betrayed her that she hadn't even stopped to consider the fact that he'd had to deal with Zelena, alone, for several days. She imagined that whatever words they'd exchanged weren't pretty, to say the least. "I'm sorry," she said. "I know that she wants to ruin my life, but I keep forgetting that she'll do the same to anyone else who gets in her way."

"It's all right. It's over now."

"What did she-" Regina started, then thought better of it. "Never mind. You're right. It's over now."

He was studying her profile, and she could feel the weight of his thoughts. Finally, he spoke. "She used the glamor to turn into you. Asked me if that's what I wanted."

"Was it?" the words came out before she could stop them.

"Was it you that I wanted? Yes. Always. Even when I never thought I'd see you again. Even now, when you won't even look at me."

He was right – she couldn't look at him. Not after that. "Robin-" she breathed, not quite sure what to say to him.

He reached over and took her hand. "We should go in, yes? Get this over with." His hand was warm on hers, and he gave her a reassuring squeeze. "We can talk about this later."

Whale was, for once, sitting in his office. He looked up as Regina entered, and a sneer spread across his features. "Your Majesty. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"We've brought you a new patient. I need you to check her out and confirm some things."

"Like what?" he asked.

"Her pregnancy, for one." Regina kept her voice steady. No need to give Whale any reason to antagonize her further - not that he ever needed a reason. She really should have made sure that the curse produced more medical professionals than this jackass, she thought.

Whale looked mildly interested. "Who is it?" he asked.

"My sister," she answered. "The Wicked Witch." Whale's jaw dropped, and she could tell that she wasn't alone in wishing that there had been another doctor present. She supposed she owed him an explanation, so she summarized it all for him – Marian's death in the Enchanted Forest, Zelena's glamor, and the pregnancy. Whale's eyes shifted from her to Robin and back, but he kept his mouth shut.

"I put her down in the asylum," she said.

"Well, then," he replied. "Let's bring her up."

Not giving birth to Henry meant that Regina had never seen the modern tools of obstetric practice. She had never heard a fetal heartbeat until this moment, and in a way, it was more magical than anything she had ever conjured. She couldn't help but imagine what it would have been like if it were herself on the exam table with a monitor strapped to her belly, hearing the echoes of a child growing inside her. She shook off the thought. It would never happen for her, she knew, but she had Henry, and that was enough.

Robin stood next to Zelena, lying prone on the exam table, but it was Regina's hand he sought. She thought to pull it away, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She took in the look of wonder on his face, and her heart melted for the man who so dearly loved his son, and already loved this child that was barely formed.

She thought of Emma, carrying Henry to term, knowing that she would give him up, and she felt a pang of sympathy for what Emma had gone through. She squeezed Robin's hand, offering what comfort she could.

Zelena reached up to grab Robin's forearm. "That's our baby," she said smugly. "That's our daughter."

Robin jerked his arm from her grip. "That's MY baby," he said through gritted teeth. Regina squeezed his hand again, willing him to hold his temper in check.

"Seems everything is progressing normally," Whale said. "We can schedule the first ultrasound in about four weeks."

Robin looked at Regina. "What's an ultrasound?" he asked.

"It's a way to see how the baby is growing," she replied. "It's sound waves, or something." She was at a loss as to explain how medical technology worked in this world. "It doesn't hurt the baby," she said, knowing that what he really needed was reassurance.

He nodded. "Very well, then. We'll return in a few weeks."

Zelena's eyes narrowed. "You're going to leave me in that cell until then?"

Robin leaned down to her, so close that his breath disturbed the red hair by her ear. "I would leave you in there forever, if it weren't for this child. Know that." And with that, he walked out of the room.

Zelena stared after him, her expression that of a petulant child. Regina tried not to take satisfaction from her angry glare, but she failed. "Come on, Zelena," she said, pulling her sister to her feet, "Let's get you back to your little room."