A/N Hello, so this chapter is very short but there is a reason.
It has been updated for spelling mistakes.
I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to let me know what you think the reviews help me and make me want to carry on writing. And Olivia, I'm sorry.
Regina was beginning to get concerned, it had been a few days since they had found out she was pregnant and Robin had began to act strange. Coming home late at night, acting shifty if she asked where he had been. The faint smell of alcohol could sometimes be smelled on his breath. And then apart from the one day in the morning, he hadn't had sex with her since. Regina didn't need to have sex with him every day, okay yes, her hormones made her want it, a lot. But knowing he seemed to not want to do it as much was beginning to worry her. Did he find her body less attractive? Did he not want the baby? Thoughts roamed her mind, making the female worry.
Regina was in her office late one night, in fact precisely 2am. She heard the door open and close at a quiet sound then the quietened walking of Robin's feet toward their bedroom. Regina stood up from the chair behind her desk and walked out of the room. She had gone in to the office to do late night work and wait up for him, something she never did. But she had to catch him and while she was fully awake.
She got to the foyer, his back turned to her.
"Robin." She spoke gently, not trying to alarm him. The man froze, turned around slowly like he had been caught and well he had.
"What are you doing up so late?" He asked as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her small frame and she turned her head the smell of alcohol getting to her.
"You smell of alcohol." She said, not answering his question keeping her head to the side.
"Sorry." Was all he said as she brunette looked to the side and down.
"Where have you been?" Regina moved out of his embrace, far enough so she didn't have the reminder he had been out drinking, doing who knows what.
"I was just out." He shrugged.
"Out? You have been going 'out' for days." She kept herself calm, but all she wanted to do was shout at him.
She was pregnant, pregnant with his baby and all he could tell her was 'out.' Not telling her where? Why? Regina had a bad feeling about what was going on. He must be doing something. A gang? They were still teenagers. Had he turned into a drunk? The thoughts ran through Regina's mind and the smallest sob left her lips. And then one more thought… Was he going to leave her?
The sob didn't go unnoticed by Robin, he could read her like a book. He knew when she was upset and so he leaned forward to give her a hug but she moved back.
"Get out." She whispered as her head stayed facing the floor, he hadn't spoken and she was sure those thoughts had been going on for minuets, and he couldn't even think of an excuse or tell her the truth.
"What?" He asked slightly shocked.
Her face shot up at him, starring daggers at him.
"You're going to leave me anyway so get out." She nearly shouted, and it made Robin angry. She thought he was leaving her? She had that little trust in him. That he was going to leave her by herself with a baby? Now Robin was angry, and no he wasn't leaving. He wasn't going to let her get away with that accusation.
"You think I would leave you?" His voice as angry and shouting as hers.
"How do you explain the late nights, the drinking." She walked passed him and he turned around.
"No, you do not walk away from me." He demanded and she turned back around.
"Oh, so now am I your no good for anything house wife, who listens to her man's every demand." She laughed, mocked as she walked further to him eye to eye as she spoke. "I ain't that kind of girl." She used a threatening tone as she spoke, and this wasn't the Regina he knew, had never seen this side to her. In fact, she was so out of character it frightened him. But he was angry as well.
"Fine you want the truth? I have been meeting father. My father." And Regina laughed once again. Not believing it for a second. If he had been meeting him why was he coming home drunk and why was it every night. Plus, Robin either took Regina with him or he would tell her he was meeting him.
"I don't believe you." She said, and it hurt, and he just in that moment realised one thing. She didn't trust him. She didn't trust him. And it hurt. How was they even meant to be together, raise a baby together if she couldn't even trust him? Tears began to fall down Robins face. And Regina's anger softened in her features.
"I can't do this. If you don't trust me." She frowned at his words, a look of confusion on her features.
"Are you-?" Robin nodded, cutting her off when he said.
"You don't trust me. Tell me you do and then, then it will be okay." He said taking her hands in his and Regina shook her head. She didn't trust him. She had, always had trusted him. But this she didn't. she couldn't see the truth in this.
"I think it's over." She said, because what do you have if you cannot trust the person you are meant to love?
"I am going to go."
Robin nodded, turned around and walked out of the house. Not saying a word to her as he went, not turning around to see her. Then the door closed and she was by herself. The tears she had been holding began to fall as her body collapsed to the floor. Sobs, loud heart breaking sobs left her lips. He had left. She had made him leave. What had she done? Why couldn't she believe him?
Her now fragile body stayed there for an hour, crying, sobbing. Aching with pain and hurt over what had happened. She still loved him, of course she did. But this, whatever he was doing. Just didn't feel right.
After an hour, she stood up. Making her way to the stairs. Regina could hardly walk, keep herself standing. She gripped the banister with her hand as she made her way up the stairs. Never in her life had she felt so venerable, so weak. Everybody knew her as 'Regina Mills, strong, independent, can face anything, can do anything' But now she was nothing, she felt like nothing. She felt like nobody.
Once she got to her room, the young female got into some pyjamas, her hand roaming over her now slightly formed bump. She was nine weeks. And the little one was beginning to make a presence on her weight. Her and Robins baby was safe, unaware of what had happened between its parents.
A sniffle, and a few tears formed as she continued to do so.
Then she walked over to her bed, and climbed in. The first time in months her and Robin had been alone. They always slept in the same bed. Either at hers or his before they moved in together. It felt lonely, not right. She struggled to sleep. Tossing and turning in bed, waking up every half hour. Yes, she had been not sleeping with him recently. But he always came home at some point in the night. Now she had the harsh reality that was not going to happen.
