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Robin was picking up groceries. He'd managed to keep Regina out of the mayor's office. Truthfully, he did not like her there. She did not deny that she spent at least an hour every afternoon with the door locked, lying down.

Despite her condition, he couldn't keep her home either, that would undeniably drive her crazy. He felt it was better for her mental state to stay occupied rather than sit at home and think.

She had not quite warmed up to the baby. She still flinched a bit when he mention it, or tried to touch her stomach. He was trying not to focus on the fact that she was going to have a baby eventually, and not that there was one now growing inside of her.

"Robin!" A voice called over to him. He turned. Little John was crossing the street to him. "Hey, do you have a minute?"

Robin chuckled to himself. He had a pregnant, irritable girlfriend at home as well as a small son and a teenaged stepson. He had very few "minutes" in this world.

"Sure," he sighed, "what is it?" He told himself he was doing it because he still had to make time for his best friend, even with the new life he had. When really, all he wanted to do was go home, put groceries away and check to see if Regina or Henry had run the dishwasher.

"I wanted to talk to you about, um, Marian." Robin closed his eyes. Why on earth had he agreed to this conversation? If he was about to be lectured on leaving Marian, he was not going to be pleased.

"What about her?" He asked evenly.

"Well, I just…" Little John hesitated. Robin wanted to shove him just because. He reminded himself that was partially because he was tired. "Well, I just wanted to know if it would bother you if she and I…."

"If you and she what?" Robin asked suspiciously.

"If maybe…." Robin now wanted to drag the words out of the other man. "If…maybe…Marian and I decided to…see each other."

Robin's jaw fell open. That's what this was about? Little John wanted Marian?

"I, uh-." He'd never even thought about this. He knew he did not want Marian. He wanted his life with Regina and the children. Little John was looking at him expectantly. He was waiting calmly for his answer. Robin owed him one.

"I, I guess that's all right." Little John looked relieved.

"Good. I mean, I just never know if it's ok to date someone else's ex-especially their wife. I know in this world they're a lot pickier about that…. But you and Marian-." Robin held up his hand.

"Marian and I had a wonderful life, but it's over now, and when I lost her I moved past it. I want to be with Regina. What I have with her is right, real. I want her, and the boys, and the baby. If you and Marian can be happy together, then good. I'm…glad for you." Little John grinned. Relief was evident on the other man's face.

"Thanks! I appreciate that! I mean it-truly. I'll see you later, ok? Maybe we can get a drink one night?"

"We can do that," Robin opened the car door, settling the groceries into the back seat. He didn't have any interest in getting together with Little John,. Maybe once the baby was born, things would settle down a bit.

***Scene***

When Robin got home, Regina was unloading the dishwasher. He looked at the faint curve that was visible through the dress she was wearing. When she looked up, he smiled.

"How was your day?" Regina shrugged.

"I think the nausea is fading. I went all day without feeling horrible." Robin laughed.

"Well good." He put the bags on the island and moved over to kiss her. "I had an…interesting…meeting with Little John today."

"Oh?" Regina snapped the dishwasher shut. "What was it?"

"He asked me if I was okay with him dating Marian."

"What?" Regina stared at him. "Really?"

"That's what he wanted." Robin put the milk into the refrigerator.

"And what did you say?" Regina turned to watch him. Robin hesitated. He stopped folding the bag he was holding.

"I told him that was fine."

"And is it?"

"Of course it is, why?" He didn't like how she was looking at him. He was also wondering why she was pushing these questions.

"Well, I mean, she's your ex wife and he's your best friend." Robin wondered just what she wanted him to say. He also wondered if he was about to say the wrong thing.

"They've known each other for years. And he's already like an uncle to Roland. It will be good for all of them-all of us, really."

Regina looked at him seriously for a long moment. Robin arched a brow.

"What on earth is wrong with you?" Regina sighed, leaning back against the counter.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Am I sure about what?" Robin reached for her. Her face was now showing that she was crossing into upset. He pulled her tightly to him, nuzzling her cheek. Regina held herself back at arm's length.

"Are you sure you want me? Are you sure you don't want to go back to Marian?"

"Where is this coming from?" Robin cupped her face in his hands. "Regina? What brought this on?"

"I don't know," Regina wiped her eyes. "You have to be miserable with me. I'm pregnant, and I'm moody, and gaining weight…and we haven't even had sex in months. Not to mention that I was raped. And I'm depressed half the time and-."

"Ok, would you stop?" Robin lowered his face to hers. "Please. Regina, when I feared I had lost you, I couldn't think of anything else. Now, you and I are together. And no, things haven't been ideal, but they're going to pass. We are going to get through this. You are going to have this baby, and we are going to set out with our family. Together."

Regina wiped her eyes with her thumbs. She shook her head, ducking it away from him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just sorry."

"You don't have to be," Robin kissed her forehead before lowering his to rest against hers. "I don't want you beating yourself up over every little thing. You don't need to be carrying around all this guilt."

Regina sighed sadly. She sniffed again, fighting back tears.

"I don't know what to do with myself."

"Have you thought about talking to someone?" Robin raised a hand to stroke her hair. Regina took a deep breath, finally lifting her head to look at him.

"You mean like Archie?"

"I mean like Archie." Robin rubbed her cheek. "Regina, you need to talk to someone. And as much as I try…I can't help."

"Doubt he can either," Regina muttered. At Robin's look, she conceded a little. "But it wouldn't hurt to try."

"No, it won't." Robin pulled her to him. "I love you, Regina. I hate seeing you unhappy. I'll do whatever it takes to try and fix that."

"I love you too." Regina pressed her face into his shoulder, inhaling his scent. She did love him, and she loved what he wanted to do for her. She also loved that he hadn't run from her with the fresh baggage she carried. He was truly more than she deserved.

**Scene**

Sidney had always considered himself a good person. He'd always seen himself as a victim. But when he'd taken the steps to control his own life, he knew he'd made himself a bad person.

He was a kidnapper now, and a rapist. He'd truly never thought about upgrading to murder. At most, he was simply going to dump an injured Regina into the forest to hope for the best. If she died, that would probably have been murder. But she wasn't dead. She was undoubtedly safe in Storybrooke with the thief wrapped around her little finger.

Even from Boston, he was annoyed with her.

But he was out of Storybrooke now, and wouldn't be making his way back. He knew he couldn't get back into town. He was fine with that. He also knew that most of the people in Storybrooke weren't adventurous enough to cross the town line-even to avenge their queen. He had no doubt he was safe here.

Prostitutes had existed in the Enchanted Forest. Here they were equally as fun. He'd also learned enough about computers in this time in Storybrooke to master the world of identify theft. He guessed he could add that to his list of crimes. People in this land were careless with their money. They left wallets unattended, and cash even moreso. He was going to be all right.

***Scene***

"So do you want to talk about this?"

"I'm here aren't I?" Regina looked across the room at Archie. The doctor looked her over.

"I thought maybe…"

"That I'm here because Robin decided this was a good idea? That's true too." She had no idea how well this was going to work. But she was going to try…mainly because if this failed she could say she could literally say she'd covered every option. That way everyone would finally get off of her back.

"So tell me what brought you here," Archie looked at her. "Do you want to talk about-?"

"No." Regina glared at him. "I do not want to discuss Sidney…or…how this child may have been conceived."

"Ok," Archie looked a bit hesitant. Regina didn't blame him. She wasn't an easy patient or case to treat. She knew she wasn't making things any easier. "So you tell me then. Talk to me." Regina sighed heavily.

"I'm holding what happened against the baby," Regina told her hands in her lap. "I know it's not the baby's fault. But I'm holding it against it. Even if…" She paused. Archie gave her a moment before pressing gently.

"Even if?"

"Even if it's Robin's baby. And what if it is Robin's baby? That poor child was with me through…." Regina choked on her tears. Archie reached over and handed her a tissue. Regina wiped her eyes. Her tears were threatening to overtake her.

"The idea," she finally began, "that Sidney put not only me but my baby in danger….." She began to cry into the tissue. Archie gave her a sympathetic smile.

"I don't think the problem is that you don't have an attachment to your baby. You clearly feel something for it. Would you say it scares you?"

"The baby?" Regina raised her head curiously. "I suppose that might be…part of it."

"Does any other baby scare you?" Regina wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"No, of course not."

"Why not?"

"Because they're babies, how could they?"

"Exactly." Archie was smiling at her in a way that told her she'd said exactly what he'd wanted her to say. Regina sighed.

"But this baby-."

"The baby's father is the one who scares you, Regina. And whether you want to talk about it or not, we need to tackle that."

Maybe they did. Maybe she needed to talk to someone who had a real idea that could make her feel better.

"Ok," Regina answered irritably, "let's talk about Sidney."