HEEEEY! OH MY GOSH CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT FOR THE OUTLAWQUEEN IN THIS PAST EPISODE!? (3x19)!? GAH! It was so amazing. So many feeeeeels.

Anyways.

Here's a somewhat fluffy chapter. But BRACE YOURSELVES! Either chapter 17 or 18 is going to have a tragic turn D: So watch out. Be prepared :'(

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I tossed over, throwing the sheets off of me once more. My back faced Robin now. I was sweating and I'm sure I had to be breathing hard. I tried to be as quiet and gentle as I could for the past thirty minutes of me being wide-awake so I wouldn't wake Robin as well, but I don't think it was working too great. I took my hand off of my side and pushed the hair out of my face. I lay my hand back on the small of my back, as that's where I was aching.

I jumped when I felt a hand meet mine – Robin's hand. "Are you okay?" He whispers.

I stay facing the other way and nod, "I can't get comfortable." I whisper back.

He rubs my back gently. It felt good, for once, on my sore back. I didn't mind being touched right now, it was relaxing and soothing. "I'm sorry, my love." He says softly.

I turn over to see his face, looking at the clock on the way over. "I've been up since four." I say, sounding defeated by this child that was causing me so much discomfort.

He places his hand on my belly softly and rubs an open palm over it, "Is she awake or something?"

I shrug, "Yes, but she's not moving around enough to keep me awake. I'm probably the one keeping her awake, honestly."

"Then what's wrong?" He asks softly and genuinely, still rubbing my belly.

I could feel her moving again. Not a lot, but enough that Robin could feel as well. "My back is hurting. And I just don't feel good…I'm hot and sweaty. And now I'm irritated because I haven't hardly gotten any sleep." I whined, feeling the need to cry now as my anger as left me already. "And on top of it, all of these stupid hormones are starting to get to me. One minute I'm angry, the next I'm crying."

He smiles softly, "It's all a part of this experience, dear. I wish I could help you so much." He says, staring deeply into my eyes.

I brush my tongue over my lip and blink my tears back, "I know you do. But if you ever knock me up again, Locksley, can you do it so it's in the winter?" I tease, feeling better now that he had me embraced in his arms.

He pulled me in tighter to him and snuggled me into his chest. He laid his head next to mine and I listened to his breaths. He started to stroke his fingers through my hair, then looks down at me sharply, "My, you are sweating." He says, apparently just realizing that I wasn't over-exaggerating. He smiles at me before he starts to get up onto his knees.

My eyes follow him and I lift my head off of the pillow, "What are you doing?" I ask.

He reaches up to the fan above the bed and turns it on high. It clicks a little, but not too loudly. "There." He says, climbing back into his spot in bed.

"Won't you be cold though?" I ask, furrowing my brow.

He shrugs, "I have blankets. Besides, being close to you…I can feel the heat from your body." He teases, "I think I'll stay warm."

I chuckle softly and tiredly, then snuggle my head back up to his chest. My eyes begin to feel heavy as I hear him start to breathe softly. They were becoming calmer, he was about to fall asleep. I held onto him still, though. I listened to his breathing, then I moved my ear to his chest and listened to his heart beat. I smiled as I let my long fingers slide over his chest softly.

I was just beginning to fall back asleep when the baby kicked. Hard, at that. Robin's eyes shot open and he jerked his body, startling me a bit. "What was that?" He asks, trying to keep his sleepy eyes open. He must've felt the kick, since I was so close to him anyway.

"It was just the baby kicking, go back to sleep." I say in a hushed tone.

We both lay our heads back down on the pillows, still wrapped in each other's arms. About thirty minutes later, I hear the door slowly squeak open. Dim light floods into the room from the hallway and I raise myself up slowly to look over Robin. I see Roland peeking in the door, his lion toy held tightly in his arms. "What is it, dear?" I ask in a whisper.

"I had a bad dream…" He says, guilty to be waking us up, apparently.

I raise myself off the bed the rest of the way, sitting up completely now. I extend my arms and bat my eyes sleepily, trying to stay awake. "Come on…" I whisper.

He comes into the room, shutting the door behind him and waking Robin up. He looked up at me, bewildered, then looked at what I was looking at. "Roland?" He whispers, still dazed.

Roland was walking around to my side of the bed as he looked at Robin, "I had a bad dream, Papa." He says in a soft, nervous voice.

I helped him up onto the bed and he climbed over top of my legs, sliding into the middle between me and Robin. I lay back down and gently caressed my fingers through his dark, curly hair. "It's okay now, Papa and Momma are here." I coo softly.

Robin was already falling back to sleep, but I knew I wouldn't be getting any sleep the rest of the night. Between the baby being awake and Roland now sleeping right up against me, making me warmer, there was no way.

Roland rubbed his eyes and yawned, cuddling his lion into him. "I love you, Momma." He whispers softly.

I smile, "I love you too, dear Roland." I reply.

I stare up at the ceiling and flashback to the first day Roland had asked Robin what to call me. When we were still dating, Roland had seen us together a lot. He didn't know whether to call me Madam Mayor or Regina…or anything else. We finally decided on Regina, as Madam Mayor seemed too formal for him. Then a few nights after he had proposed, we were all at the house together and Roland was getting sleepy. I told him he could go sleep his Henry's room, and he wanted me to tuck him in.

Robin smiles, "Go ahead. That's fine with me." He says.

Roland gets up and walks to me, and I get up as well and take his little hand in my own. We walk up the stairs, until about halfway up I realize just how sleepy he was. I picked him up into my arms and carried him the rest of the way to Henry's bedroom. I sat him gently down on the bed and leaned over him, smiling as I pushed his hair from his face. "Goodnight, Roland. Sweet dreams." I coo softly.

He smiles up at me and blinks his heavy eyelids, "Goodnight Momma." He says softly.

Momma. He just called me momma. I smiled at him and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I walked back down stairs to where Robin was. Henry was with Emma for the night. I sit on the couch and cuddle up beside him, "You'll never guess what Roland just called me." I say, staring forward at the television.

He looked over at me and put his arm around my neck, resting it on the top of the couch. "What did he say now?" He asked, thinking it was something bad.

I smile and look down, a little awkwardly. "He called me mom." I say softly, almost still telling myself. I look up at him and smile at his bright blue eyes, staring back down at me.

"Oh really?" He asks in a soft manner.

I nod eagerly, looking back down at my hand in my lap. "He did. Is that…is that okay with you?"

"You are his mother." He says.

"But I'm just his step-mother. I love him like my own, but I wouldn't ever want to disrespect his mother." I say, nervously messing with my engagement ring.

He takes his left arm and wraps it around me, pulling me into his chest. "She would love it that Roland has such a wonderful mother in his life now. She may not be able to be there for him, but you're better with him than I could've ever imagined someone being. You've pretty much been the only mother he's ever known, Regina." He says softly.

I sigh, "I guess I am." I say, still admiring and moving my ring around. I look at Robin and pull my lips inwards, "Do you think he meant it?"

"Meant what, dear?" Robin asks, pulling me into him a little more.

"To call me mom. He was so sleepy…"

He chuckled and shook his head a little, smiling down at his lap.

I furrow my brows, "What?" I ask, changing mood.

He keeps the same smile as he looks up at me, still shaking his head, "The other day…he asked me if he could call you mom. I said soon, but wait on it a while."

"Why did you tell him to wait?"

"I just wanted to wait until you were okay with it." He pauses and rubs my upper arm with his fingertips, "You're okay with it, right?"

"I'm more than happy that he considers me his mother, Robin."

I look down at the same little boy, now in between us sleeping sound. He had his toy cuddled up right next to his face. I smiled as I could hear him vaguely snore, then Robin's snore. It was like a symphony in there between them, the clicking of the fan…the clock…everything. There was absolutely no way I would be getting any sleep tonight. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was already 5:30 AM. I stayed in bed a little while longer before quietly and slowly getting up, trying my best not to wake Robin and Roland.

I went downstairs and made a cup of coffee, I knew I would be more than needing it for the long day ahead. It was weird, knowing I wasn't going to be going to work. What would I do all day? Roland and Henry go to school. Robin will be here, but what will we be doing?

I sat down on the couch and sipped at my coffee slowly. I was staring blankly at the majestic looking fireplace on the white wall. I snapped my fingers and a fire started inside of the fireplace, I smiled and took another sip of coffee. I listen to the fire crackle slowly as I think. Simply think. There was nothing certain to think about, just everything. After thinking about the baby, then about memories with Roland and Robin and Henry, I began to think of what we would be naming our daughter. We still had plenty of time, but I really wanted to speed the process up. I liked the idea of having another "R" in the house. Would Regan be the name? I just wasn't sure. I loved the way it sounded, but couldn't decide if that was a name a queen's daughter would have.

After I finished my coffee, I laid it down on the side table and sat my hands on my stomach without realizing it. I leaned back on the couch and curled my legs up onto the cushion underneath me. I instinctively started rubbing my fingertips softly over the top of my stomach. It felt soothing and relaxing, and finally she had calmed down. I smile as I feel her kick lightly, almost tiredly, "Go to sleep, baby girl." I coo in a hushed tone.

My breathing became soft and easy, and my eyes began to grow heavier and heavier. Eventually, I dozed off.

"Daniel?" I call out, confused and slightly bewildered.

He smiles as he lays the black, leather saddle down on a holder. He walks up to me nonchalantly and kisses me on the lips, long and hard. "Hello, my love. How are you feeling tonight?" He asks, leaning his forehead on mine and places two hands on each side of my stomach.

I pull away as I furrow my brow. He looks at me, completely confused. I look down at where his hands were…on my swollen stomach. "What's going on?" I ask, coming out sounding nervous and scared.

He looks up at me again, still confused, "Regina? What do you mean?"

"You…you're dead." I state, starting to slowly walk back as I stare into his eyes. They glimmered when I looked into them, he looked real. He felt real. But he was dead.

"Regina…I'm most certainly alive. What has gotten into you?" He asks with a forced chuckle.

I shake my head and bite at both of my lips, "No…this can't be real." I say, backing up from his embrace.

He steps forward with each of my backwards steps, laying his hands on my stomach again, "What are you talking about, my love? I've always been…alive?"

I look down and shake my head, batting my eyes, "Where's Robin?"

"Who's Robin?"

"My husband!"

"Regina, I'm your husband!" He says, raising his voice slightly out of utter confusion. "And this is our child…" He says, laying them on my stomach once more.

"No…no…that's impossible. Mother killed you!"

"Your mother? She never even knew we were running away together. You know all of this. Are you feeling okay?"

I grab my forehead, suddenly feeling lightheaded. "No…" I mumble.

He takes me by the shoulder and lays his hand on my back, guiding me over to a small room attached in the stables. "Here, lie down for a while."

I sit down on the edge of the bed, still holding my head. "Where are we?"

"We're at home…" He says, rubbing his fingers through my hair to push it from my face.

"Home?"

"The apartment on the end of the stables, dear. Where we've always lived…" He says, tilting his head down at me.

I grab the bottom of my very large stomach. It seemed larger now than before, "Ah!" I yelp.

He immediately comes down to my level and starts stroking my stomach. I look at him uncomfortably before yelping and grabbing my stomach again. "What's wrong, Regina?"

"I think…I think I'm going into labor."

He smiles, "It's about time! Almost a week late!" He says, standing up straight and eagerly going to the corner of the room where a make-shift bag sets. He picks it up and slings it over his shoulder. He takes a woman's cloak off of the coat rack and hands it to me, "Here you go, my dear. It's cold out."

I reluctantly take it into my hands, studying it carefully. This was my cloak. I yelp and grip the bottom of my stomach again, falling back onto the bed.

"Regina! Regina…we have to get to the doctor's house. Okay? Just…wait…"

I was breathing hard. A sweated mess already. I yell out in pain as I grip the bottom of my stomach.

"Regina!" He yells, shaking me now, "Regina! Stop! Regina…"

My eyes fly open as I see Robin standing eye level with me. His hand gripping my shoulder, and his face wore a worried expression. "Regina, are you okay? What was going on?" He asks nervously.

I grab my head again and lean my elbow onto the arm of the chair. I close my eyes and slowly open them, "I guess I was just dreaming." I say, "I didn't even know I went to sleep."

He rubs my shoulder and upper arm gently, "You did. It's almost nine o'clock in the morning, now." He pauses and looks deeply into my eyes, "Regina, what happened in your dream?" He asks softly, yet inquisitively.

I bit my bottom lip, I didn't want to tell him. I didn't even know why I was thinking about Daniel, let alone dreaming about him. "Nothing…it was nothing…"

"Regina, you were yelling out and sounded like you were in pain. What was going on?" He asks again, sounding more stern.

I stare into his eyes and study each one intently. I had never really told him much about Daniel, just the very basics. "It was Daniel. He was in my dream."

"What was happening? Why were you yelling?"

"I was going into labor." I say reluctantly, not looking at him now.

He raises a brow, "Where was I?"

I pause and look up at him slowly. I shake my head and soften my eyes, "You weren't there. Daniel was…" I pause as I can't seem to speak the words I needed to.

"Was what?" He asks, rubbing my arm.

"He was…he was my husband. It was his child that was about to be born." I said, looking down again as tears came to my eyes.

He immediately sees that this subject was troubling me. He wraps his arms around me, burying my head into his chest. "It's okay. It was just a dream." He says, gently rocking us back and forth. After a few moments of silence and quiet sniffles, he pulls me away from him softly and studies my eyes, "Regina…what happened…to him?" He asks. Tears again. More tears. I look away and take a deep breath as a tear rolls down my cheek. He takes my hand and squeezes it tightly, "You can tell me, my love. It won't change anything, it will help you though." He says softly.

I breathe hard again and look back at him, "My mother killed him, as you know. The king had proposed to me, but I didn't want to marry him. I was in..in love with Daniel. I had imagined spending the rest of my life with him." I stopped and stared into my lap, watching his thumb rub over the back of my hand, "That night…I had asked him to marry me. We could run away from this…run away from me having to go into a forced marriage. But Snow White told my secret." I pause and look back at him, "You know the rest." I say, biting at the inside of my lip.

He softly brushes my hand with his palm, "Do you still wish he was here?"

"Over you?"

He nods.

I scoot forward immediately on the couch and stay only an inch away from his face, looking into his bright blue eyes, "Robin, I would never choose anyone over you. Even if Daniel was back…" I pause and blink tears away, "Even if he was back, it wouldn't change anything. We're still a family now, Robin. You're my soul mate. My true love…everything. I couldn't live life without you, Robin." I say, finishing with another tear gliding down my soft cheek.

He takes his hand and cups my cheek, wiping his thumb under my eye, "Regina dear…I love you. So much…" He says, leaning in for a kiss.

I closed my eyes as I felt his warm lips against mine. I smiled through the kiss, wishing he would never leave. I remembered the first time we had kissed, he was shocked that I did it. We had even gotten caught by Henry, once…later on he recalled it as "dad and mom 'swapping spit' in the hall". We'll never forget that remark.

He pulls softly away from me, a smile on his face as large as my own smile. "And I love Henry as well. And Roland…and," He pauses and looks down at my stomach, placing his free hand on the side of it and rubbing gently, "And this little one." He says, smiling softly and chuckling just barely.

I take a deep, relieved breath as I felt better now. The dream wasn't real. I knew I would have Robin with me forever. I look down and tuck my hair behind my ear. I lay my hand on top of his hand and smiled, "We still need a name for her, you know."

He nods slowly, "I know…we need to get on that."

"Have you thought of any names?" I ask.

He slides his hand down my stomach and lets it slide off. He sits onto the couch beside me and takes me in his arms, "I've been thinking about the name you said in the hospital. Regan." He pauses and smiles at me, nodding his head slowly, "I like that name." He says, smiling cheekily.

"You do?"

He nods. I smile.

"We'll think on it." I say, brushing my fingers through his messy hair.

He smiles and leans down to kiss me, I close my eyes once more.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW SO FWUFFY :3 yay. okay. so brace yourselves like i said because the next few chapters=broken hearts. most likely...:O

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