Hey hey hey! I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS CHAPTER YOUZ GUYZ. It's really...hehehe. I can't say. But what I CAN say is how dorky i am for not even MENTIONING the OQ kiss in the last chapter in my little author note! WHATTA DITZ! Lol. SO yeah. HOW WAS THAT KISS!? Mmmmmhmmmm ;)

anyways. now that my fangirl moment is over with...temporarily...let's get on with this :)

First of all, this chapter has a piece taken from an RP (No, I don't do RP's other than with a select number of people...sorry!) of [IG] ouatevilregal and I. She is one amazing RP'er and she really deserves credit. Though I took some of the words out of context a little...tbh I wrote this chapter so fast (fingers were a flyin':P) that I don't even know what I put in there. Lol. So yeah anyways...

And I would do the "To my reviewers" thing but I'm uber tired lol. It's 3:30 AM but I HAD to finish this chapter! So yeah...thanks for reviewing! Love y'all! hugs!

Enjoy!

G.

RECAP:

I finally reached Robin. He was laying on the ground and flapping his…fin, gasping for air.

I opened my eyes back again, he was slowly turning into a human again. I ran towards him and hugged him as soon as he stood, "Thank goodness…" I say, my voice sounding muffled as it was in his jacket.

He wraps his arms around me. I could feel the baby kicking against him…she probably felt a little smushed. "I'm guessing your magic is back."

I pull away and nod, "It is." I say, looking into his bright blue eyes.

He smiles and pulls me in for a long, passionate kiss. His hands stroke through my hair gently. I wrapped my arms around him tighter, enjoying every moment of this long embrace. He pulls away and I look back into his sparkling eyes, "I love you, Mrs. Locksley."

I smile brightly, "I love you too, Mr. Locksley." I say.

The weekend went by uneventful until Sunday evening. Roland came down the stairs with the remainder of his stuffed monkey. "Can you fix it, mommy?" He asks politely.

I take it in my hand and press my lips together. I curl my legs under me as I'm sitting on the couch. "Roland, dear…I think this little monkey needs to be retired. I don't think even I can fix him. I'm so sorry for what happened."

He looked at me bravely, "It's okay. Daddy told me that it was an accident. I'm sorry I said I hated you. I didn't mean it." He says, sticking his bottom lip out and tilting his head down slightly, looking up at me with only his eyes.

I pull him into me and sit him on my lap, "It's okay. I understand how mad you were. I'll tell you what, how about we go to the store and we pick you out a new toy?"

He nodded eagerly.

I smiled and patted his back, implying that he needs to get up for me to get up. "Alright, let me get ready and I'll be back to go to the store. Tell daddy where we're going, too, okay?" I say in a soft, gentle voice.

He nods and hops off of my legs, running into the other room where Robin was. I get up from the couch, slowly but surely. Nineteen more weeks…I can do it. I walk up the stairs and put my shoes on, then come back down and let Roland know I was ready. He comes out of the other room, dragging Robin along behind him. "Ready!" He says childishly.

I smile and let out a soft chuckle, "Alright…let's go then." I say. I hand the keys to Robin and wait for Henry, then we all pile into the car.

Henry was still irritated with me because I told him no on a phone today. Robin and I said that he'll get one later on, but he thought he needed one now. So he was grumpy the whole time.

When we got to the toy store, Roland dragged us both into the direction of the toys. Henry slinked off to the video game section. I sighed and rolled my eyes at Robin.

"He'll get over it, love." He states, referring to Henry.

I nod and grin. Roland rushes ahead of us into one of the aisles with stuffed animals lined up and down each side. He scans each and every toy intently, picking out his new best friend.

I turn toward Robin and smile, grabbing his hand into mine. "Thanks for getting him to understand about the monkey, dear. I was beginning to think he was never going to forgive me about that…"

He shrugs, "He's six. He forgets things easily." He says, winking at me.

We look back at Roland, waiting for him to choose his toy. He eventually decides he doesn't really find one that he likes all that well. "What kind are you looking for, Roland?" I ask.

He looks up at me and blinks his eyelids, thinking about his perfect idea of a toy for him. "I want a lion. Like daddy's tattoo on his wrist."

I smile and look down at the tattoo, brushing my thumb over it. Sentimental to me, but just a tattoo for Roland. "Oh really? And they don't have any lions here?"

He shakes his head sadly, "No…"

"Hmmm." I hum. I look at Robin and suggest something that I'm pretty sure he didn't catch. "I'm going to the bathroom, can you help him pick one out, please?"

He nods and lets go of my hand, "Of course. Hurry back." He says.

I nod and start to walk away. I hear them striking a conversation behind me and turn to watch them silently. I smile at the two, looking up and down the aisle for a lion. I turn the corner and hide behind the end. I close my eyes and hold my palm out, imagining a stuffed lion. A open my eyes when I feel a light weight in my palm and smile at the golden, plush lion staring back at me. "Roland, dear?" I say, coming out from behind the corner.

He looks at me and runs toward me, seeing the lion in my hands. "Where did you find one?!"

"It was on the end over here." I fib slightly, smiling up at Robin. He knew what I had done.

"I love it! Thank you mommy." He says, wrapping his arms around me as well as he could to hug me. I could feel the baby kick against him hard, "Hey!" He exclaims sternly, looking at my stomach, "She kicked me!"

I chuckle and grab the side of my stomach, "Yes she did! Maybe you should tell her you're just giving her a hug. No harm done." I say.

He looks up at my stomach and smiles, "Baby sister…" He says in a stern voice, yet it sounded so childish because of his age. "It's not nice to kick people when they're giving you hugs. I was just thanking mommy for the toy." He explains to her.

I felt her moving around vivaciously, she was listening to him. I pick him up and sit him on my hip, "She's listening, Roland." I say softly. I take his little hand and place it on the side of my stomach where he could feel her, "Feel that? She's letting you know she's listening to her big brother."

He smiles widely. His face was glowing as he snaps his head over to look at me excitedly, "She's listening to…me?!"

I nod eagerly, with a wide, silly smile on my face. "She is! She likes her brothers."

He smiles at me again and directs his attention back toward my belly. His little fingers were sitting so softly on it, "I love her a lot!" He says.

It shouldn't have really brought tears to my eyes…but it did. My hormones were everywhere. I sniffled and tried to hold my tears back, "I'm glad." I say. A tear strays from my eye and I quickly bring one hand up the wipe it off.

"Mommy? Why are you crying?" He asks me in a soft, sweet and caring voice.

I sniffle and wipe my tear from my face again, chuckling now, "Oh, Roland…it's happy tears."

He looks over while in my arms at Robin, who was standing only a foot or so away, "Daddy? Why is she crying if she's happy?"

He laughs and scratches the back of his neck. He knew that I wouldn't have normally cried so easily, "Roland, my boy…that is a story for another day in time. But I just…she's just happy." He says, smiling largely.

I patted his back gently with my free hand then wiped under my eyes. I silently thanked Robin for explaining to him what was going on.

"Oh. I guess that's…good then?" Roland says, looking back at me.

I nod and smile, "It's very good. I'm glad you love your little sister."

The next morning I got up early and started my normal daily routine. I ate breakfast, sent Henry and Roland off to school, and let Robin sleep in late. I didn't even wake him up when I left for work, I just left a note. Mostly because I didn't want him telling me what I could and couldn't do; including whether I was "allowed" to go to work or not.

I walk out of the door and take the car this time. Though I loved walking to my office, I didn't want to overdo it. I was technically supposed to be taking it easy, and that included not going to work. Another reason I didn't wake Robin up. I didn't want to just blow my work off; I had to do it. I hadn't taught anyone else to do my job and didn't even know who to trust to do it. I would've asked Mary-Margaret, but she didn't seem like the type to be able to do this. Hopefully Belle will…but I'm running out of time.

After I drove to the office and got settled back in, one of the assistants brought me some coffee. I was just glad I didn't have any "visitors" such as a long-lost aunt who was trying to practically kill me and take away my children.

I finally got to the stack of paperwork piled up upon my desk. How did I possibly have this much paperwork just from one week? It seemed so much bigger than it actually was, but it was big enough. I started thumbing through it, finding the most important stuff first that needed to be done. I found a few things that were past-due and almost due, as in tomorrow they'll be late. I sighed from the realization that my assistants could've done some of these things and not put all of it on me.

After a few minutes of going through piles of paperwork, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in." I said, clearly irritated because they were stripping me from my work again.

The assistant opens the door, "Mayor Locksley, your husband is here." She says softly.

My mouth opens and I scrunch my face up in an annoyed way, "Why?"

"Why am I here, you ask?" He asks, coming up behind my assistant and looking through the door. She awkwardly backs out and shuts the door behind her, leaving me and Robin alone.

"Yes, Robin, why are you here? I left you in bed asleep for a reason."

"Right, because you wanted to go to work behind my back, Regina. I can't believe you would do this!" He shouts.

"Do what? Go to work like I do every day of every week of every year? I can't just stop doing my job. I have mayor responsibilities." I snap.

"And you have other responsibilities that are more important. You can tell someone else to do this job for the next few months. You need to be not so stressed." He pauses and walks closer to me, "You heard Dr. Whale!"

"Yes, I did hear Dr. Whale." I roll my eyes and huff, "Loud and clear. But I can't just drop everything. I still have a job. And I didn't walk here, I took the car."

"Yes I know, why do you think I was later getting here than I would've been?" Robin snaps back, irritated that he walked.

"You didn't have to come here, you know. You have a phone, I have a phone…you could've just called like I said to on the paper if you needed anything." I say sassily, returning to working on my papers.

"I came here to bring you home, Regina. You don't need to be doing this. You're body has gone through a whole lot more than you must think; it needs rest."

"You will not be telling me what to do, Robin!" I snap and hit the desk with the bottom of my hand, now looking up at him with a full-on death glare, "I don't know why you now think that that has suddenly changed. Is it because I'm pregnant now? Because I'm carrying your child? Because I'm sick of you telling me what to do. I've taken it as long as I can, and now it's time to stop this! Just because I got hurt last week doesn't mean that I'll be making the same mistake again. I'm more wary of who and what is around me. Besides, I don't think I have anyone else out to get me at this moment."

"Yes, Regina. It is because you're pregnant. Just like last week, I failed to protect you. I'm not going to make the same mistake again! I'm not going to let anything happen to you or her. You both mean too much to me to lose either of you." He states, still in a angered tone. "I know that you can protect yourself and I know that you've done it most all of your life. But you also sometimes don't know when to stop! You put too much energy into things, and with another human being needing your energy…that's just too much!" He says, leaning over the desk.

I bit at my upper lip, becoming more and more angered by the second. "I know what my body can take!"

"No, you don't! If you would've you would've given up last week."

"Given up? And what…let her kill you, kill Roland and wait until I give birth and kill our daughter too? Then most likely kill me as well because what use am I?!" I yell loudly, almost coming out of my chair and across the desk at him.

"What use are you?! Regina, you turned me back into a man from being a mer…man…the other day!"

"And who turned you into one in the first place, Robin? Me. All because of my magic. All because of my stupid decision to learn from the Dark One. All because I used magic for all of the wrong reasons. Because if I never would've used it none of this would've happened. I wouldn't have lived my life unhappy for years and years until I met you. I wouldn't have killed so many people. I wouldn't have done any of it! I've said so many times that I don't regret it but deep down I do! I regret killing whole villages just because they wouldn't surrender and tell me where Snow White was. I regret putting Snow under the sleeping curse. I regret killing my father for that stupid curse, Robin!" I yelled, coming unglued at the seams. Everything had been kept in for so long, it had all bubbled to the top and was now spewing out. Just because I went to work when I wasn't supposed to be. This argument turned into more of an argument over magic than anything.

"Why did you do it, then?" He simply asks. "You're a good person!"

"Good people don't do all those things, Robin!" I yell. I was hurting and angry. "I can't be the woman you want me to be! I can't just give up magic. I can't stop being evil!" I sneer, now holding his forearms tightly in my hands.

"You are the woman I want you to be!" He shouts, immediately retorting and gathering himself, "You are who I want you to be, Regina. This is the woman I fell in love with. This stubborn, hard-headed, smart, beautiful and loving woman. You make yourself out to sound so much worse than you actually are anymore. You're not evil. You're not." He says, whispering the last two words. I could see him blink quickly to hold back tears, "I loved you from the first time I laid eyes on you, when I first offered to help you up off of the ground. As soon as you snapped at me I knew I loved you then." He says, sounding meaningful and true. Tears were most definitely welling up in his eyes now, "You haven't changed a bit since then, regina. I still love you and I always will." He says, sniffling as a tear falls down his cheek. He quickly wipes it off of his cheek and shakes my hands off of his forearms, reversing the role. His hands held my arms tightly, "You feel this?" He tightens the grip. "I'm not letting go. And I'm not letting go of you this easy, Regina. I can't lose you." He says softly, loosening the grip slightly.

I studied his eyes this whole time he was pouring his heart out to me. Of course I started tearing up, my hormones had shot through the roof. My mouth opened, but I had nothing to say for once. I was completely speechless about what he had just said to me. About me. I slipped my arms right through his hands and grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him into me for a smashing kiss. I held him on my lips until I felt his body relax, then we both just enjoyed what each other had to offer. After a few moments, I pulled back slowly from this deep kiss. I stared at him in his eyes as tears began to flood my own once more, "Don't ever let go." I say, looking in his eyes so intensely.

He studies my eyes once more, still holding my upper arms. He leans in quickly for another kiss, pulling me closer and closer to him. We were both leaned over the desk and stretched out as far as we could go. My stomach was hitting all the paperwork underneath us. He began to slide around the desk, still keeping his lips locked onto mine. I slide my hands up his shirt collar to where my arms are around his neck, holding my weak self up. My legs felt like they could crumble at any moment from all of the emotions built up inside of me.

He ran his fingers up the base of my neck and through my hair. We circled around each other, pushing at each other constantly with our lips to find more of one another. I push him back until he stumbles and falls into my chair. I sit over his lap with my already large belly in between us. I take my lips off of his and smile, chuckling slightly at what a sight this must've been.

He brings his hand back up to my cheek and brushes his thumb over it then rubs his hand above my ear, pushing my hair behind it. He studies my eyes, smiling the whole time.

I let my hands slide down his neck and down his chest, then all the way down to his belt. I look down and over my stomach and smile, a little too deviously. I tug at the belt buckle and look up at him with only my eyes, wearing a devilish smirk on my face. I raise an eyebrow at him. He immediately gets the picture.

I suddenly hear a knock on the door. I look down at Robin who was under me, smiling after what had just happened. I gave him a stern look when I heard the knock again. "Get out of here! Or something!" I hissed quietly. I looked over at the clothes strung on the floor, there was no way we could both get dressed before someone would come barging in. I quickly got up and dragged him with me, picking our clothes up along the way. I dragged him into my bathroom with me and shut the door behind us. I turned the light on and looked at him nervously, "What just happened?" I say, letting out a long awaited chuckle.

"I…I think we just-"

He was interrupted my another knock on the door, followed soon after by the door unlatching and heels clicking against the floor. "I knew that she would've come in sooner or later." I hiss to him. I start throwing on my clothes as quickly as I possibly can with a five month pregnant stomach.

"Mayor Locksley?" She calls out in the room.

"I'm in here…hold on!" I yell back through the door.

Robin looks down at me and smiles as he sees me struggling to rush and get dressed again. I look at him and give him a death glare as I slide my black camisole over my head, fluffing my hair out after I pull it over my stomach and tuck it in the top of my pencil skirt. I look around for my shirt. It wasn't in here. "Robin! I don't have my shirt!" I whisper frantically.

"Just go like that!" He whispers back.

I look down and contort my face, "I'm not going out like this! Are you kidding? I look way fatter in this. Plus don't you think that would kind of give it away? I mean I'm already hiding in my bathroom with my husband. I need something to hide the fact that we…just…" I couldn't finish my sentence from trying to hold back a laugh.

He is trying to hold one back as well. He shakes his head and takes a deep breath as he slides his own shirt off of his shoulders, "Fine. Take this."

I take it in my hand and slide it over my shoulders. I button it up and tuck it into the top hem of my skirt. I rolled the sleeves up on the white, long sleeve shirt that was too big. I fluffed my hair again and looked in the mirror behind us, "Hopefully this will do." I whisper, still trying to fix myself.

He smiles as I walk out of the door. "What do you need?" I ask.

She looks at me funny, studying my body.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I snap, seeing that she was getting too comfortable with watching me.

"Did you change shirts?" She asks, one brow furrowed down.

My mouth opened, but no words came out. I shrugged my shoulders up around my neck and looked down, "I…" I wiped my hands over my shirt like I had spilled something down it, "I spilled the coffee on my other one. I always have a spare set of clothes anymore."

"Oh." She says. She realizes why, then. "I see."

I nod and smile, trying to cover my little lie up.

"Where is Mr. Locksley?" She asks.

"Oh…he left."

"Oh, well I didn't see him leave. Anyway, I just wanted to bring you more paperwork. But I heard you saying something in here…so I didn't know whether I should come in or not without knocking. You sounded like you were in pain…" She says awkwardly, thinking I must've felt something wrong with the baby or something.

"Right…right. Thanks…" I say, taking the paperwork from her hand and hoping she gets the hint to move along. She did, luckily, and left the room. I walk back over to the bathroom and open the door, smiling and laughing, "Come on out."

He walks out without his shirt on, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, "Can I have my shirt back now or do I have to walk back out like this?" He teases.

I push at his chest playfully, then proceed to take his shirt off of my shoulders. I hand it back to him and walk over to my shirt that was thankfully lying under my desk where my assistant couldn't see it. He walks towards me as he buttons his shirt back up. I slide mine over my head.

"I guess I'll be going home now. Walking…of course." He says, sounding sarcastically bitter. He leans in to give me a goodbye kiss, but I hold him back by laying my hand on his chest.

"No, we'll take the car." I say, biting at my lips.

"We?" He asks, furrowing his brows.

I nod and take a deep breath, knowing I was wrong before. "Yes. I was thinking that it probably would be best if I stopped working. Just come in like one day a week or something and teach Belle how to do my things."

"And when were you thinking this? Because you've been pretty busy in the last twenty minutes or so…" He says, giving me a wink and wrapping his arms around me.

I shake my head and look down with a smile, wrapping my arms back around him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat, "I have been." I say. I suddenly feel the baby kick me hard. She was somewhat agitated in the last twenty minutes or so. She was mad at me. I chuckled and laid my left hand on my stomach, keeping my right one around Robin's neck. I look down between us, "She's moving around."

"I bet she doesn't like us right about now." He jokes.

I shake my head as I continue to smile, "Probably not…"

Heh. Heh heh. HEH! So yeah...what'd y'all think? ;) Just some cute fluffiness with a blow up between Robin and Regina :( that was so hard to write. i jsut wanted to cry. lol.

PLEASE REVIEW! Love y'all!

G.