Look at me go! Two chapters in one day. What can I say, OQ just flows so much more easily and I love lazy Sundays.

I'm not sure if this fits in the 'post-finale' category or not, but I figured everybody had time to at least change clothes between undoing the Author's story and gathering at Granny's so why can't I insert some much needed fluff to break up the angsty drama. Outlaw/Dimples Queen.

Robin watched as Will Scarlett tossed his squealing son into the air. They'd left New York in the middle of the night and mercifully the child had slept soundly until they crossed back into Storybrooke. A wave or Regina's hand and his peaceful slumber continued until Zelena could be dealt with. Unfortunately the Author had other plans for them all and it had only been hours since they had broken free of his manipulation. He'd parted from Regina far too quickly for his liking, especially considering what had happened to her under the Author's spell, but she had assured him as she always had, that their sons came first.

She was silent as she came up behind him, so much so that Robin jumped when she placed a hand in his. "Are you sure?" she asked, holding up what could only be the memory potion she had promised for Roland. He couldn't fathom when she had time to concoct it.

"I don't know how I could possibly explain the situation to him." He raked his hands over is face as he watched his son's happy reunion with the Merry Men. "Zelena…she was good with him; she cared for him." Robin frowned when Regina visibly flinched at the remark. "I'm sorry."

"No. Don't be." Regina shook her head, trying to affect an appearance of calm. She'd becoming insanely protective of her Thief's son since the moment she met them and the thought of her wicked sister anywhere near the child made her blood boil. "I'm glad he was happy. Truly. If she had hurt him in anyway…"

"I know," he reached out for the fists that she was clenching and pulled her to his chest. "And I wouldn't have stopped you." He felt Regina nod against him, but she was still too stiff in his embrace; something still troubling her too much to let her relax. "How much time will he lose?"

"That's up to you." Regina pulled back and led him to sit a few paces away, never letting his hand go. "A few months, to before 'Marian' ever came back." She stared at the ground for a moment summoning the strength for the next words. "Or I can take him all the way back to the Enchanted Forest. Before Zelena, or flying monkeys, or anything else meant for me hurt him."

"No!" Robin spun to his knees so that he was opposite her, holding her face to ensure she met his eyes. "Regina, never! I don't want him to forget you. He loves you. That year with you, with us, it was the happiest I've ever seen him." The tearful smile he received made Robin vow to himself to spend the rest of his life making up for the hurt he had caused her. He pulled her face closer to his, thumb absently wiping at an errant tear. He hadn't yet kissed her; it was something that they were both painfully aware of. Even after waking from the Author's curse, when he'd held her tight enough that he was sure she would break against him, his lips had not met hers. It was a privilege he wasn't sure he had earned yet, but seeing her now, seeing the love she had for his boy, Robin could wait no longer.

As if on cue, Roland caught sight of Regina and tore across the campsite calling her name. He crashed into her lap, knocking his father over in the process. "Gina, you're back! Papa, she's back!" Roland wrapped himself tightly around Regina's neck and for the first time since she'd lost them, the queen laughed freely. The boy who stole her heart was secure in her arms and the man who kept it safe was lying on his back on the forest floor; there was a smile on his face that rivaled her own.

"Roland," Regina began as she untangled the boy from her neck and situated him in her lap. "Do you remember the day you and your Papa and I fed the ducks at the park?" She looked directly at Robin when she spoke and the father nodded approvingly at the memory she had chosen.

"The day Papa fell in the water!" Roland laughed excitedly, squirming in her lap.

"Right," Regina said, pulling him back up against her. "I need you tell me all about it."

"Did you forget?"

"No, little one. I just want to make sure you remember." She winked at him and the boy launched instantly into his detailed recollection of the day. Robin listened absently as he watched Regina drink down the potion she pulled from her pocket. He had no knowledge of the workings of magic, but had assumed they would have to somehow convince his son to drink the liquid. He continued to stare in wonder as Regina placed her lips to Roland's forehead and his boy was momentarily surrounded by a soft purple glow. When it faded Roland was sleeping soundly against her chest. Robin moved instinctively, running his hand through the boy's hair. "He's fine," Regina assured him. "Though he'll probably tease you about getting wet again seeing as to him it just happened."

"Thank you."

"Of course."

"Will," Robin called as his friend all too conveniently passed by. "Would you be able to—"

"On it, Mate." He gave Robin a crooked smile as he lifted the sleeping child from Regina's arms.

"He'll think—"

"That you just fell on your arse again. Don't worry, Robin. We'll have a good laugh at your expense." Will walked back toward the camp with a mischievous smile on his face, Roland's head lulling against his shoulder. He heard Robin muttering under his breath as he walked away: something close to 'bloody thief' and it only made smile more. He was happy that his friend had found his true love and knew Robin would forgive his harmless eavesdropping.

Robin continued to stare at the back of his friend until the trees obstructed his view. He turned when Regina's fingers intertwined with his. "Regina, I—" The thought was abandoned as Regina grabbed his jacket and pulled him securely to her, lips meeting in a breathless kiss that she'd been missing for far too long. It was wanton, full of need and undeniable passion. "You were saying something, Thief," she mused when she finally released his mouth. She moved her arms up to rest on his shoulders, his securely around her back.

"Nothing, M'lady," he said through panted breath, "Only this." His raised his hands to tangle in her hair, drawing her in. The kiss was slow, gentle, and everything he wanted to spend eternity giving her. It was when he felt every part of Regina melt into his embrace that he knew they would be okay. This was permanent. This was true.

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