A/N: Hello everyone! Here is the second chapter as I promised. I am currently working on 3 and 4 as your reading this, so it will hopefully be up soon. See you babes later!

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Two: The Boy

Regina bent down to the child's height and smiled, "Hello."

Robin came from behind her, the boy's eyes suddenly brightening up as a smiled formed on his face. Robin's hand landed on Regina's shoulder as he spoke, "Hello, lad."

"Are you Robin Locksley?" The boy said.

Robin nodded, "That is me. How can I help you?"

The boy held out his small hand and gave Robin a toothy smile, "Hi, Daddy. I'm Roland, your son."

Robin froze in his stance, his mouth dropping and his eyebrows raising. Regina noticed his suspicion, so she stood and grabbed the boy's hand, pulling him inside with her and saying, "Let's get you a snack, Roland."

Regina pulled him with her into the kitchen, lifting him up and sitting him on the counter. She opened the fridge and grabbed an apple out of it, before silently cutting it up and handing it to Roland to eat. She assumed that Robin was still standing at the door, stunned as ever, and if he wasn't, then he was most definitely pacing the bedroom like a maniac.

"How old you, Roland?" She asked.

He held up eight fingers as he continued to chew his apples.

Eight.

How could Robin have a eight year old son if he was with Regina that entire time?

"Where do you live?"

"Mommy says not to tell strangers where I live." He replied.

Regina laughed and ruffled his hair, "But you take food from me?"

He shrugged and let out a small giggle, "I was hungry."

She pulled him off the counter and brought him into the living room, quickly switching off the crime drama that was on the TV. Robin came down the stairs and let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair and then coming to a stop in front of the two.

"Roland, is it?" Robin said, sitting next to the boy.

The boy nodded.

"How did you know where I lived?" Robin said.

Roland shrugged and then looked up at Robin, "I saw a picture of you on Mommy's desk. There was an address there so I asked my sitter to take me here."

"Your sitter just willingly let you visit a stranger who you thought was your father?" Regina said.

"He is my daddy. Mommy said so." Roland insisted.

Robin scooted closer to his supposed son and nudged his elbow a bit, "What does Mommy look like?"

"Pretty, very pretty, and she has big brown eyes and long, dark hair." He said.

Robin stuck his hand in his pocket to retrieve his phone, before quickly scrolling through his pictures and showing Roland a picture of Marian, "Is this Mommy?"

"Yes, very pretty I told you." Roland said.

Regina's mouth dropped at Roland words. She stood up and left the two in the living room. In a matter of seconds, she was pacing in the bedroom herself.

How could it come to this? Why had Marian always found a way to ruin everything? She always was pulling them apart.

She started to breath heavily as she stopped in front of the mirror and sent herself a death glare. She ran both of her hands through her hair and let out an angry sigh, before rushing to the bed and falling back onto it.

Downstairs, Robin was stunned himself. The boy had looked something like Marian - there was no denying that. He just hadn't pieced it together until he saw the sparkle in the boy's eyes a few moments ago. He should of really gone and checked on Regina, but his mind had forced him to stay with the boy and investigate more.

He dialed Marian's number and it rang. One. Two. Three. Four times and no answer. He dialed again and listen to the same amount of rings until he finally had given up. He tried to force himself to get up and head to the bedroom, where Regina was surely crying or pacing or talking to herself. He tried to get up and go to her. He did.

But every ounce of his body kept him in his position. He wanted to figure the boy out. Why did he come there? Why was he running from home? How was he Robin's child? Nothing made sense. If Roland was eight, there was no way he was Robin's kid. It just didn't piece together correctly. Eight years ago, he was with Regina. He had already broken up with Marian and she was out of his life.

Roland tapped Robin's knee and laughed, "I have pants like these at home."

Robin laughed and high fived Roland, "There pretty snazzy, if I do say so myself."

"Snazzy?" Roland raised his eyebrow in confusion.

Robin rubbed his back, "They are really good pants."

Roland nodded and then returned his attention to the cartoon on the TV. Robin did as well, but then sighed and looked at Roland, "It's late. Are you going back home or-"

"I was going to ask if I could sleepover tonight." Roland mumbled.

Robin, taken aback by the question Roland just spit out, rubbed his eyes and stood, "One moment."

Robin ran to the stairs and to his bedroom, where he saw Regina lying face down on the bed. He came beside her and slipped her heels off, rubbing her feet until she turned to look at him. She didn't smile, in fact, she sent him an annoyed face. She sat up, causing him to scoot closer to her so that she was practically on his lap. With a sigh, he continued to rub her feet, "I'm sorry for how you're feeling right now. I'm just as confused as you are. I'm in the dark, too."

She sighed as well, her gaze finally meeting his, "Did you just leave him downstairs all alone?"

"He wants to stay the night. He doesn't want to go home," Robin said, "I tried calling Marian, but she didn't pick up, so I'm worried. What do I do?"

"Robin, I'm not sure I have any place in this situation-"

"Don't say that. You are my wife. I know you're feeling distant now because apparently Marian and I have a child, but I need your help getting through this, please." He begged her as he stopped rubbing her feet and leaned towards her.

She leaned her forehead so that it was touching his, "I'll prepare the guest room. One night only. He needs to go back to his mother and we need to figure this all out later."

Without letting him reply, Regina stood from the bed and wrapped a robe around her body, before slipping out of the bedroom and preparing the guest room for Roland. Robin sighed and rubbed his eyes - oh, what trouble this child was going to bring to his relationship with Regina. He stood and made his way to his drawer, where he grabbed one of his smaller T-shirts that Regina had worn a few times. He palmed it and went downstairs, bending down in front of Roland and rubbing his head, "You can stay tonight. But only tonight, okay? You can sleep in this."

Roland grabbed the shirt and jumper for joy as he ran to the stairs and began up them. Robin laughed and followed him - never had he seen so much energy out of a child this late at night. When he made his way up the stairs, Robin noticed that Roland was already waiting at the door of the guest room, still jumping in his spot with excitement. He looked up at Robin with a big smile and then was greeted by Regina, who had finished setting the bed for him. She rubbed his arm and gave him a warm smile before slipping into their own bedroom, leaving Robin alone with the boy. He noticed that she didn't even look at him, which hurt him even more than the fact that she didn't want to help him in that moment with Roland. Robin held the door open for Roland as he changed into the shirt he was given earlier. He jumped into the bed and rolled around for a few seconds, before coming to a stop and staring at Robin, "You're cool, Daddy."

Robin's mouth dropped at the name, Daddy. He had thought about having a child with Regina, but they had never talked about it. And now, here was a child that was apparently his and Marian's, who wanted to be part of his life, and Regina didn't want anything to do with him. Or at least, not right now she didn't. With a quiet sigh, he sat down next to Roland and stared at him - he had his face, his dimples, his smile. He reminded Robin of himself.

"Who's that lady?" Roland said as he pointed toward the hallway.

Robin smiled and looked away from him, toward the hallway, where Regina had just left them, "A very special lady, she is, Roland."

"Why is she special? Is she a mommy, too?" He asked, poking Robin's arm.

Robin continued to stare into the hallway and shook his head, "No, but I'd love her to be one."

"Why aren't you with my Mommy? Why isn't she here?"

"Your mommy and I didn't agree on a lot of things. We once loved each other-"

"And you both love me." Roland interrupted.

He paused and reluctantly agreed with the boy, "Yes, but I found someone that I can't live without."

Roland leaned on his hand to look at the hallway again, "That lady, is it?"

"Regina is her name," He laughed. "Yes, she is my soulmate."

Roland nodded in appreciation before lying on his back and staring at the ceiling.

Robin cleared his throat, "You should get some sleep. It's late."

Roland pouted playfully but then hopped under the covers as Robin stood and shut the light off. He nodded towards the boy, with a small smile. Plans waved back to him as he shut the door and stood alone in the hallway. He gave himself a minute to think about what he was going to say, then he shook his head and went into the bedroom, where Regina was lying on her side under the covers.

Robin stopped and stared at her, his head cocking to the side. He put his hands in his pockets and strolled over so that he was standing in front of her, "Gina, come on. I gotta show you something."

She shook her head and pulled the covers up to her neck before his hands pulled the covers completely off of her.

"Robin, I'm cold and tired. Please."

"I need to show you something, it's important." He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up to him.

With a groan, she followed him out of the bedroom, down the stairs, into the living room, and out onto the back patio. She opened her eyes fully now, taking in the darkness of the night and the bitterness of the cold. She shivered to herself before Robin wrapped a blanket around her and brought her to the swinging chair. He sat down and pulled her on top of him, holding her closely to him and sighing, "Look at the sky."

"All I see is pitch black darkness," she looked back at him, "Am I supposed to be seeing something?"

He turned her chin up and pointed up into the sky, "See that star that's almost a light purple color? It's shining the light of a thousand stars. Right there, see it?"

"Yes, what about it? It's beautiful." She said.

"About two weeks ago, I went online and was looking for a birthday gift for you. I thought that I needed something that was irreplaceable, something you'd love and appreciate more than a piece of jewelry or a bouquet of flowers," he said as she turned back to him, "So, I bought you a star. I named it after you and was going to give it to your on your birthday, but I think now is a more appropriate time."

"Robin, I don't know what to say." She said, staring into his eyes with happiness.

He smiled at her, "The union I bought it at asked me to explain why I was buying this star to their manager, because apparently I had a really good reason for it. So, I simply told him it was for love."

Before she could reply, he continued, "And he asked me to explain my definition of love, because there were millions of people who came in everyday buying stars for the ones they loved."

"So, what did you say?"

"These were my exact words," he said, pulling her towards him a bit more than she was, "I would like quote someone which I read somewhere. It said, 'Love is an uncontrolled desire to be desired uncontrollably'. For some, love is a need, for some only a desire. Some make love a binding and some their independence. And in fact, the truth happens to be that love can be all of this at the same time. It is what prevents you from hurting and what causes you to hurt. It is what binds you to someone and also frees you from all the rest. It is an abyss into which you want to fall only to reach its bottom and be blissed by whatever you find. The person I am buying this star for, my wife and the low of my life, I will love forever and always."

Regina let the single tear fall from the corner of her eye as she pulled Robin into a kiss that seemed to heal whatever was broken between them. She smiled and turned to look up at the star, "So, now I have a star on top of a wonderful husband, a beautiful home, a good job, and a supposed son?"

"I'm sorry about Roland. I truly am. I don't know how to act around him or even to believe him. I'm not even sure how he is even my son." Robin said.

Regina put her finger on his lips and hushed him, "It's alright. I understand. I overreacted and I'm sorry for that. I do want to be here for you, whether Roland is your child or not. And if we find out he is, I promise to love him unconditionally and possibly even more so than I love you."

"Now, that might be an issue." He laughed before stealing a kiss. They sat still and looked up at the star, Regina soon falling asleep on his lap and Robin following soon after.

He heard a doorbell.

Then another doorbell.

And another.

He opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, rubbing his eyes and scratching his head. Roland stood from the bed and slipped out of the guest room, before peeking his head into Robin and Regina's bedroom, where they weren't. He furrowed his eyebrows and started for the stairs, before hearing yet another doorbell.

"Robin!"

He heard someone yell. He ran from the door, looking around the house for either Regina or Robin, then he noticed them outside on the porch, sleeping. He laughed as he slid open the patio door, stepping outside and walking over to the two. He quietly tapped Regina, who woke up right at his touch, her eyes widening and her mouth stretching open to yawn. She stood when she noticed Roland standing there, before poking Robin to wake up. He did.

Then all three of them heard another doorbell and some knocking.

"It's been ringing for a while." Roland said.

Regina sighed and trudged into the house, Robin grabbing Roland's hand and following after her. She unlocked the front door and opened it, revealing a tired and angry Marian.

"Robin, I need your help-" Marian stopped in the middle of her sentence and blinked a few times, "Roland, what are you doing here?"

Roland stepped in front of Regina and rushed towards Marian, wrapping his arms around her legs as she bent down and hugged him tightly, "You were here this whole time? I was worried sick."

"I'm okay, I was with Daddy." He said as he backed away from Marian and grabbed Robin's pants.

"Roland, honey, don't ever do that again. How dare you leave the house without me knowing? And you have no right to be adventuring into some stranger's house." Marian declared.

"Stranger?" Robin said.

"Not now, Robin. Not in the mood." She said, standing straight again.

Regina grabbed Roland's hand and stepped aside, "You know what? I'm going to take him to the park, while you two figure everything out. It's not good for him to be hearing this conversation."

"You will do no such thing." Marian said, grabbing Regina's arm.

"If what Roland has told me is true, then she has every right to take him where she wants. He's her child then, as well." Robin whispered, making Marian let go of Regina's arm. Regina pulled Roland up the stairs with her and got him dressed, leaving the two alone in the living room.

Robin sighed, breaking the silence, as Regina came back down with Roland, grabbed the car keys and went out to the car. Marian stared at the door as it shut and then turned back to Robin, crossing her arms, "Robin, I'm not sure what you want me to say."

"I want you to tell me the truth." He said.

"I don't like the truth." She muttered.

He stared at her intensely, before rolling his eyes, "Is he my kid, Marian? At least tell me that much."

She nodded and turned from him, pacing the front area, "Of course, he is, Robin. He looks just like you. Couldn't you put that together yourself?"

"He can't be mine, Marian. He's eight years old. Eight years ago, I was with Regina. You and I weren't together, we weren't secretly sleeping together. There's no way Roland could have been conceived." He said, his anger building up.

"Roland isn't eight. He's eight and a half, almost nine." Marian muttered, still not looking at him.

Robin froze in his stance and looked at her, the fire building in his body was reay to burst any moment. He sighed angrily, "You mean to tell me that-"

"I was pregnant when I left you, yes."

The air filled with silence for a minute as she turned to him and they stared at each other. His mouth dropped, "You left, and you were pregnant?"

"I didn't know I was pregnant," she said, looking to the floor, "At least at the time, I didn't."

"How far along were you?"

"Three or four months."

He laughed at her, "And you didn't know you were pregnant? What the actual fuck, Marian? You didn't think that something was up because you were skipping your period or you were having weird mood swings or morning sickness? Hello, wake up from Stupid Town."

"Don't yell at me, Robin. I was too young to understand." She said.

He laughed again, "You were twenty six years old. Tell me that you weren't educated about all of this back in high school."

"Robin, that's not the point-"

"So where's the other kid? The one that you told me was mine when it actually wasn't? The one that almost made my wife and I split up because you wanted me back so badly?" Robin said, trying to calm himself down, but nothing was working.

She turned away, "Let's not talk about it."

He yelled, "I have every right to talk about it, Marian. Who was the father? Or do you still not know? Where's the kid even at? Is he knocking on his father's door like Roland is?"

"Robin, stop! I had a miscarriage. The father was never determined, I was stressed and overwhelmed and the baby didn't make it. You have no right to assume anything." She said, tears breaking through her eyes.

He paused and thought about pitying her for a moment, but he couldn't, "Why didn't you tell me about Roland when you were pregnant with the other child?"

Marian turned back to him, "I don't know. I was afraid, I guess."

"Afraid of what, Marian? That I wouldn't take you back?"

"That you wouldn't want anything to do with the child because it came from me." She finally let out, "I was scared that you wouldn't care about him, especially because I lied to you and never told you about him. I never told you about our child, Robin. We had a baby together, can you believe it? After everything we had been through, he was the last reminder I had of our love. We loved each other enough to have a child."

"No, Marian. You had a child, we did not. I will do everything in my power to love him as much as I can, but you sure as hell are not using him as a excuse to get closer to me. It just isn't happening." He said.

"What is this, Gina?" Roland said, his grip on her hand getting tighter as he hopped in the air.

Regina laughed, "This is the town fair that happens every year. My father used to take me to it for my birthday."

"When's your birthday?"

"Tomorrow." She said, taking him to the bouncy house line, "You can jump freely in here."

Roland nodded happily before climbing inside the bouncy house. He went to the corner and bounced around, rolling and laughing as he did so. Regina came around the side so that she could talk to him as he bounced, "You having fun in there? I used to love these things."

"I think I'm a little hungry." Roland laughed.

"Let's go get you something to eat." Regina said as she watched him climb out of the bouncy house.

He grabbed her hand again and followed her to the line for cotton candy as she spoke, "It may be early, but it's never too early for cotton candy. Blue or pink?"

"Blue, blue, blue!"

"One blue, please." Regina said to the woman as she handed her the money. She handed Roland the cotton candy and took him to the park area to sit on the benches.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

He smiled big and said, "No, I love it!"

They sat in silence as he finished the cotton candy. She watched him in all his glory, taking in how happy he was just to sit outside and eat cotton candy. It was that easy as a kid.

"Can I ask you something, Gina?" Roland said.

Regina turned to him and smiled, "Well, sure."

"Is my Daddy special to you?" He said.

Regina raised her eyebrow, "Of course. Why do you ask?"

"I was talking to him last night and he told me that you were special to him, even more special than my Mama. He said you're the reason he isn't at home with Mama anymore, because you're what he lives for," Roland said, looking up to Regina with big eyes, "Is that what he is to you?"

She blushed and smiled at his words, "He is that and so much more, Roland. You have a good Daddy."

"Did you even know that Roland was here?" Robin asked as he sat down on the arm of the couch.

She shook her head, "Of course not, otherwise I would've picked up your calls. I was about to call the police."

"He said the sitter brought him here."

"Well, guess I'm firing him." Marian sighed.

The door swung open, revealing Regina and Roland, whose face was painted like a tiger and whose wrists were tied by balloons. He ran inside and straight past Marian, to Robin, "Look what me and Gina did today, Daddy. We went to a fair and ate cottoned candy and talked and walked by the lake and fed the birds and said hello to many people. I had so much fun. And we got these balloons for you."

Robin laughed and untied the balloons from Roland's wrist, "They're amazing, m'boy."

"Roland, we're going home. Let's go." Marian said as she grabbed his hand.

He took his hand from her and stepped behind Robin, "I'm not leaving."

"Roland Jonathon Locksley, you will listen to your mother." Marian said.

Roland turned to Robin and looked up at him with hopeful eyes, "Can I stay here tonight, Daddy?"

"Roland, I'm not sure if that's a-"

"Of course you can, sweetie. You're always welcome here." Regina cut in.

Both Robin's and Marian's mouths dropped at her statement.

"I will be back, and when I get back, my son will be coming home with me." She said before storming out of the house and slamming the door behind her.

A/N: Gimme a review, would ya? Hope you like this story.