Merry Christmas baby, sure did treat me nice
Merry Christmas baby, sure did treat me nice, oh yeah
Bought me a diamond ring for Christmas
Feel's like I'm in paradise
Feel mighty fine, I got music on my radio, oh yeah
Feel mighty fine, I got music on my radio
I feel like I'm going to kiss you
Underneath the mistletoe, oh
(Merry Christmas Baby-Elvis)
Roland is holding Henry's hand as they make their way into the town hall. Regina and his papa are following behind them as they walk into the room. There is a small line to see a figure that Roland had ever heard about. Henry had told him that this man was a jolly man. Roland stopped walking as he saw the man sitting on a big chair with a little boy on his lap. Roland was nervous as he laid eyes on him, but there wasn't mistaking the spot on white beard, and red cheeks, and oh that red outfit of his.
It was him!
Santa Claus!
Nervous, Roland went over to Regina's leg and wrapped one arm around it. Robin looked at Regina and smiled at her as he looked from her to his little boy. It had always amazed him how his son had taken to Regina so quickly, so trustingly. Roland had been a cautious little boy, not going far from his father or his many uncles in the Merry Men, practically only Little John.
From the first time meeting Regina, actually Regina saving him from that flying monkey, Roland had become Regina's shadow. Then once they were in Storybrooke, and Robin dating Regina, Roland had become her little knight again. And through Regina, Henry was someone that Roland always wanted to be around. The four of them had become inseparable since that night at Granny's after getting ice cream. Henry had joined them as they walked around the town, enjoying the spring evening.
The last few months had been a very enjoyable time for them, yes there were times when Robin and Regina would have to go off to help defend the town. Robin and Roland had moved into Regina's mansion, still spending lots of time with Robin's men in the forest. Roland had become fascinated with the advantages of modern technology; toilets for examples were tricky getting used to. And many a night if Roland wasn't going to his papa and Regina's room, he could be found in Henry's after getting scared at night.
For the last few weeks, Henry had explained the story and traditions associated with Christmas, and Santa Claus. This last week, the four of them had spent many a night on the couch watching Christmas movies like Rudolph, The Red Nosed Reindeer, Frosty, Santa Claus is coming to town. When Roland had found out that Santa would be here in Storybrooke to meet the children and listen to what they wanted for Christmas, he couldn't talk about anything else.
So, here they were. Here to see the big man.
"Roland, do you want to go up and see Santa?" Regina asked as Roland turned to look up at her. She could see he was anxious, nervous, maybe even a little frightened at the moment.
"Roland," Robin began as he crouched down to his son's height and looked him in the eyes, "you know there's nothing to be scared about? Remember Henry telling you the story of Santa Claus and his elves?"
"Like the Dwarves?" Roland asked.
"Leroy wearing elves shoes, that I would have to see," Regina muttered under her breath.
"Like the dwarves," Robin confirmed, "and we know that they are nice people, and so is Santa." Robin himself wasn't used to this idea of Santa and his elves, but for his new found family's sake, he was willing to go along. But he could tell his words hadn't eased Roland fully, so he tried to offer him a boon.
"Roland, would you feel better if someone went up with you to see Santa?" Robin suggested. When Roland gave a small nod, Robin rose back to his feet and turned to Regina saying, "I'll be-"
"I want Henry to go with me," Roland said as Robin and Regina turned to Henry who walked up and took Roland's much smaller hand in his and together they stood in line. Robin and Regina stood and watched their two boys, bonding ever so much every day.
"You okay?" Regina asked as she grabbed two cups of hot chocolate and handed Robin one of them.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," Robin said as he looked from the boys back to Regina who stood there with a look of doubt on her face. Robin grinned shortly as he explained, "it's just that he's getting older now, growing up so fast that it scares me at times. I'm just afraid that one day he's not going to..."
"Need you anymore?" Regina finished for him.
"It's silly I know," Robin said as he took a sip of his drink.
"No, it's not. But I can only tell you, that he's always going to need you," Regina assured him, "You're his father, his biggest hero. It took years for Henry and me to become really close, especially when he learned I was the Evil Queen."
"Past tense," Robin injected in.
"It took revisiting the darkness that is inside me, and having others forgive me for my horrible past, but Henry needs me now and forever to remain good," Regina said as she looked at her son, who stood there smiling down at something Roland was saying. He seemed to sense her looking at him, and turned to her and smiled.
Finally it was Roland's turn to see Santa, he walked slowly up to him and Santa asked, "Would you like to sit on my lap little boy?"
Roland nodded and let Santa pick him up, "And what's your name?"
"I'm Roland, and this is Henry," Roland said as he turned to Henry.
"Is he your older brother?" Santa asked.
Roland lowered his head and whispered softly, "No, he's Regina's son and I'm Robin Hood's son."
"Then he must be a very good friend yours," Santa said.
"He is," Roland admitted.
"And have you been a very good boy this year?" Santa asked.
"Don't you know if I have been, it says you do know who's been naughty or nice," Roland asked as some around them chuckled at Roland's question.
"Well, I wanted to get your input. I do have my list as a backup of good little boys and girls," Santa said.
"I think I have been good this year," Roland said.
"Ah, so what do you want for Christmas?" Santa asked.
Roland was silent for a few moments as he looked from Henry to where their parents were standing watching them. "Roland, do you need some help telling Santa what you want?" Henry asked.
"If I ask for what I want, will you promise I'll get it?" Roland asked Santa.
"I will do my best," Santa answered.
Roland turned to Henry as he motioned for him to come closer, "This is what I want," Roland then proceeded to tell Santa his wish, upon hearing it, Henry looked at where his mom and Robin were standing.
Santa looked from Roland to Henry standing behind him, a look of surprise on his face ,"This is what you want more than anything?"
Roland nodded his answer, "Yes, Santa. Can you do it?"
"It's the time of year, when if you dream it, hope for it, sometimes, wishes come true," Santa answered.
"Thank you, Santa!" Roland yelled as he threw his arms around Santa and hugged him. Henry motioned for Roland to go on as he stopped and had a word with Santa. A moment later the boys were back with their parents.
"Did you tell Santa what you wanted?" Robin asked as he picked up his little boy.
"Uh huh, and he said if I wished it, I could get it," Roland answered.
"Very good, my boy," Robin said, as he had made his son his own bow and arrow.
"Would you like some hot chocolate before we go ice skating?" Regina asked Roland.
"Yes, please," Roland answered as Regina took Roland to get some.
Robin turned to Henry, "What did Roland ask Santa for?"
Henry took a few seconds thinking how he could answer this, "He wished for something that has some hunt to do with what you have had on your mind about my mom."
Robin smiled softly as he felt for an item in his jacket pocket. Henry nodded at his gesture. "I've got an errand to run right quick, but I'll meet you guys at the ice rink."
Henry ran off and once he was outside he made a quick call to, "Tinkerbelle, it's Henry Mills, I need your help urgently."
Later after the four of them had been ice skating, or as Regina called it for Robin, ice falling, they were now back at the Mills house. They had eaten once they had gotten back to the house, and we're now sitting before a raging fire as they watched A Christmas Story about a boy wanting a Red Rider BB gun. Regina stood up after a while and walked over to the fireplace and picked up a book.
"Robin, would you honor us and read us 'Twas the Night before Christmas?" Regina asked as she handed him the book.
"I'd be honored," Robin said as he put an arm around Henry, Regina was to Robin's left with Roland in her lap.
"Twas, the night before Christmas..." Robin started the story.
Before long, Roland was nodding off in Regina's lap, Robin seeing his son going to sleep whispered, "Let me put him to bed,"
"Oh, do you mind if I do?" Regina asked as Robin smiled at the woman he was in love with.
"Of course," Robin answered. Regina stood up carefully carrying the sleeping Roland upstairs.
Robin looked around the room; there was a huge tree that he himself had cut down after Regina had picked it out. The decorations and lights in the tree were beautiful; the house was decorated for this holiday season on the inside and out. The boys and he had put lights on the outside, along with reindeer and a few snowmen.
"I think I'm going to head up as well, Merry Christmas Robin," Henry said as he stood up.
Robin moved from the couch and brought his arms up tonight Henry, "Merry Christmas, Henry. I do have a favor, your mother and I might take a walk under the moonlight, so don't be alarmed if we are not here."
"I won't and I'll listen if Roland wakes up," Henry promised him as Robin thanked him before heading upstairs to his own room.
Upstairs, Regina was tucking Roland in for the night and she was about to move from him when he opened his eyes, "I don't want to miss Santa, Regina."
"Oh, my little knight, you won't miss him. His spirit lives in all of us who believes in him," Regina said.
"You promise?" Roland asked.
"I promise, now go to sleep," Regina said as she kissed him in his forehead.
"Merry Christmas, Regina," Roland said, his voice full of sleep.
"Merry Christmas, Roland," Regina whispered as she then left his room before checking to see that Henry was also asleep. She then made her way downstairs to see Robin, who was standing before the fireplace with two glasses of wine in his hand.
"Milady," Robin said as he handed her one.
"I always owe you a drink don't I?" Regina asked with a smile.
"Indeed you do," Robin said, "I was wondering if I might be able to take you for a quick walk?"
"Now? But it's freezing outside," Regina said.
"It won't take long, and besides," Robin said as he put his drink down, before settling his hands on her hips, "I'll keep you warm out there."
Regina laughed softly at his promise, and agreed to go out for this walk after checking on the boys one more time, and putting a protection spell on the house. Robin had Regina's arm linked through his as they made their way through the forest, to their log where he had first told her how stunning she was. There were lanterns lit, lighted candles on the log and around it.
"What are we doing here?" Regina asked as her mouth opened and closed as Robin knelt down on one knee before her, in the dirt.
He was looking up at her and she couldn't move, she was silent as he started to speak, "Regina we have met a few times, in different worlds, here in Storybrooke and in the Enchanted Forest, and both times you captured my heart. My heart knows what it wants, and it wants you. Needs you, loves you. These last few months with you, has shown me what my future would be like..." He paused to wipe the moisture that glistened in his eyes. "You came into my life like the Queen you are, and from the first moment, I was yours."
Regina felt her own eyes start to water and she furiously blinked to keep it out. Her throat swallowed convulsively. This had to be a dream, but wait...what was Friar Tuck doing here now then?
Robin too her left hand in his, "Regina Mills, will you do me the honor of becoming...my wife?"
Regina felt like her heart would burst in her chest. She was overwhelmed by his words and his actions this night. She reached down and put one hand one his cheek as she said, "Yes, I'll marry you."
The relief and sheer joy on Robin's face made her feel like her knees would give out. He rose up and pulled her up, holding her high and she put hands on either side of his handsome face, pressing small kisses everywhere. It was frantic and passionate. It was them.
Ever after.
She wrapped her arms right around his neck, and pressed her face into it, breathing his familiar scent. It was like coming home, like a balm to her ravaged soul. Robin looked up into her very happy face and called out, "Friar Tuck, I do believe we are ready," as he gently sat her on her feet.
"You want to get married, tonight?" Regina asked.
"Yes, I don't want I waste another day not spent as your husband," Robin said. "Unless you wish to wait."
Regina bit her bottom lip before she looked up into his eyes ,"I've waited far too long for you."
Robin bent his head and took her mouth, he would have continued their kiss but heard Friar Tuck say, "Robin, that's for after the ceremony."
They broke apart, laughing as they walked up to Friar Tuck who started the ceremony.
"We are gathered here this magical night to join in matrimony, Robin and Regina," Friar Tuck began.
"Regina, do you have some words you would like to say to Robin?" Friar Tuck asked as Regina began.
"You came into my life when I least expected, like a thief in the night," Regina started, "I don't know why, how, I just know that I fell in love with you in all your saltiness and smirks. I had thought I would never be worthy of love again, not after everything I had done in my past. But you changed all that; you proved to me that we all do get a second chance."
"Regina, place the ring on Robin's finger," Friar Tuck said. Regina slid Robin's ring on his third finger as she spoke.
"This ring is a symbol of unity in which our two lives are now joined in one unbroken circle. Wherever we will go, we will always return to one another. This is my promise of love to you. To give the best of myself and ask no more than you give in return; to share with you my time, and to bring joy, strength, and imagination to our relationship. I love you Robin Locksley, forever."
"Robin, do you have some words that you would like to say to Regina?" Friar Tuck asked.
"Regina, you came into my life in all your glory, your snarkiness; keeping that wall built around you, but also letting it down slowly. It was very easy to fall in love with you."
"Robin, place the ring on Regina's finger," Friar Tuck said. Robin took her hand and slid the ring on as he spoke.
"This ring is a symbol of unity in which our two lives are now joined in one unbroken circle. Wherever we will go, we will always return to one another. This is my promise of love to you. To give the best of myself and ask no more than you give in return; to share with you my time, and to bring joy, strength, and imagination to our relationship. I love you Regina Mills, forever."
"As these two have pledged their lives to one another, I declare that they are Man and Wife. Now you may kiss the bride," Friar Tuck said.
"I intend to," Robin said as he lowered his head and brushed his mouth with hers, his lips warm against hers, the kiss was as soft as a caress of a butterfly's wing. A yearning started in Regina; along with a familiar hunger she could only call desire.
"Our first kiss wasn't far from here," Robin commented as he drew back. "That kiss was true in every way, more than just a meeting of our lips. It was a mating of our mouths, tongues and breath, hearts. It's an intimate knowing..." His fingertips traced the line of her mouth, his wife now.
"Let's finish this at our home," Regina twirled her fingers and in a cloud of purple smoke she magically transported them to their house, her bedroom. On her, their bed now, Robin was on his back with Regina between his legs.
His lips were on hers instantly, his mouth hot, wet, open against hers, bold and intimate. Her nostrils filled with his scent, her mouth with his brazen flavor, as pleasure assaulted her senses. The intrusion of his tongue was slow and sensual, more erotic than before. He was drinking of her, savoring her. It was tantalizing, the warm stroke of his tongue inside her mouth.
Regina could feel her arousal building, as she let her tongue move to meet his and was rewarded by his low, guttural sound of approval. The pressure of his mouth deepened. An ache began building in her lower body as his intoxicating lips and tongue kept kissing her. His hands stroked down her back, bringing her hips even closer to his, exciting her further. For long moments they lay together, tasting each other in the heated silence of the night. Regina lost any perception of time, any sense of herself. There was only the captivating awareness of her husband, Robin, of his raw masculinity and his sensual, drugging kisses, of his hard muscles body beneath hers.
Eventually his caresses became more ardent, he claimed her mouth fully, dragging her into his kiss and sending delicious liquid sensations flooding through her body. Her fingers moved to curl in the silkiness of his hair. His mouth was a searing flame that stole her breath. Helplessly she pressed close to him, she felt boneless, on fire...
Robin nudged her onto her back on the soft mattress. Her eyes fluttering open, she stared up at him. She was trembling, her cheeks hotly flushed, her senses spinning. His eyes watched her as his hand moved to the buttons of her shirt, undoing them one by one till her chemise was exposed, before pulling it down to expose the swell of her breasts. When his bold fingers found one hardened bud that quivered there, she moaned involuntarily at the delicate sharp sensation that shot through her. She let out a gasp as his mouth latched onto her nipple.
The thief that he was, her skirt was off her body in no time, along with her silken panties. He was breathing hard as his hand moved to her thighs, spreading them open for him. With extreme pleasure, his finger played her clit like a fiddler does his fiddle. His mouth moved to her lips, and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He was making her body sing! With exquisite care, his finger slipped between her wet lips and penetrated her.
She gasped into his mouth, but he continued his tender assault, exploring. His fingers sheathed in her pulsing warmth while the rough pad of his thumb brushed the now slick bud of her femininity. She clutched at his shoulders, not sure she could endure more. But he kept on stroking, surging and withdrawing rhythmically, driving her on to greater heights until her hips lifted and sought to match his pace.
Almost desperate now, she moaned and twisted under his hand, the coiled tension inside her growing more urgent with every stroke that rubbed against the bright center of sensation. All she knew was the boiling heat of his mouth on hers, the hot pounding of her blood, the fierce delight of what he was doing to her. Suddenly the pleasure was too keen, too fierce to be borne. Frantic, she writhed beneath his possessive hand, yet the glowing spark grew till it seemed to shower her with glowing embers. Regina felt wave after wave of hot, pleasure wash over her body.
His hand rose to cradle her throat, soothing her thundering pulse, while his mouth feathered kisses over her face. A long moment passed before the sensual reverberations waned. Her limbs felt weak, limp, her senses dazed by the bewildering surge of fire through her body. Opening her pleasure filled eyes, Regina stared up at him. Robin was lying on his side, supported on one elbow, watching her. His heated gaze drifted over her, her bare breasts with their peaked nipples, and lower, to the juncture of her naked thighs.
"I always knew you were a passionate woman. There is a fire inside you that you only show to me," he raised his fingers to her chin and she looked into his eyes, "A man finds an aroused woman incredibly desirable."
He moved to his knees and brought her up to hers to face him, "Undress me."
She brought her hands to his shirt and pulled it over his head quickly. She brought her hands to his jeans and undid them, pushing them down, and he helped her finish removing them. He stood up from the bed, and removed his boxer briefs, until he finally stood before her, his tall, nude body lean and hard and well-muscled, she stared spellbound.
"I'm your husband, Regina. I'm just a man, flesh and blood like you," Robin said as he moved back to the bed. He watched as she smiled and said enfolded her hand around the throbbing shaft of his cock. "I love when you touch me, feel my flesh..."
She let her hands glide over him, feeling the smooth velvet skin of his phallus. The granite hardness. The swollen marble head. She found the differences in their bodies thrilling. His sheer masculinity called out to everything feminine in her. His hands rose to her breasts then, cupping them. Regina closed her eyes and sighed. His hands were a murmur against her body, his fingertips gliding over her flesh, fanning over her breasts in deepening strokes.
"My wife, the enchantress," Robin murmured.
He was the one who was enchanting, Regina thought, unable to resist the exquisite languor that had stolen through her limbs. Her mouth sought his, while she moved closer, straining to feel his flesh against her. A gratified murmur sounded deep in his throat.
He kissed her for the space of a dozen heartbeats; his lips were soothing and arousing. After a while he lifted her in his arms and settled her on the bed, then followed her to lie down beside her. His eyes half shut, his gaze sensual and compelling, he began to stroke her breasts again, his palms rubbing the tautened globes, his fingers kindling arrows of rapture in her tight nipples.
It was magical to lie on this bed, with her husband. To lie in his arms like this, to breathe in the warm, masculine scent of him, to feel his incredible touch. Then he bent his head, savoring her stiffened nipple with his mouth, and her breath lodged in her throat. His tongue flicked over the rosy bud, rasping slowly, before his lips closed to suckle the swollen crest. Regina arched against the scorching heat of his mouth, her hands blindly seeking his hair. She could feel his erect cock stir heavily against her soft belly.
And then his wonderful, teasing fingers slid down once more between her eager thighs.
"You're wet for me," His voice was husky. "Your body is flowing with honey."
It was true. Her feminine cleft was sleek with wetness, her body aching for him. She said his name, in a voice that sounded shaky, as he continued to stroke the soaked bud. She was focused on the magical caress of his fingers and mouth. She was trembling with desire by the time he left off arousing her breasts and shifted to cover her with his body. Sparing her most of his weight, he settled between her thighs and began kissing her again, holding her attention. She moaned in delight as he began to ease the velvet smooth head of his manhood inside her.
He kissed her more deeply as his tongue penetrated her mouth like his shaft was doing. His powerful thighs kept her own thighs parted as he slowly, slowly sank into her, pushing forward with inexorable pleasure. Her eyes were closed, savoring every blissful second
He was not moving now, "Look at me, sweet siren." There was tenderness in his eyes as he gazed down at her.
Her eyes fluttered open as she stirred her hips. He feathered a kiss at the corner of her mouth as he withdrew, but when he carefully slid upward once more, she felt the rise of heat in her again. He kept up the slow, deliberate rhythm, coaxing her with his hard body, until hot, urgent longing began to clamor inside her.
The hunger was as timeless as man and woman. She whimpered feverishly, her nails digging into his shoulders as she matched his rhythm. He squeezed his eyes shut like a man in pain, his breathing rough as he moved inside her thrusting gently into her melting flesh. He took her right leg and hooked it over his hip, so that he could feel her even more completely. Regina arched her neck as his lips moved to her neck, kissing it. The desire he'd awakened with his touch was so alive, so vibrant, like a flame burning inside her.
Her hands moved over his hardened muscled body as he increased his rhythm, burying himself deeper and harder into her welcoming body. Pleasure sharpened, and sharpened still more, swelling to a bursting point. Robin found himself seared by the same urgency as she, the same primitive, powerful need. His breath quickened against her throat as his hips thrust even more forcefully.
When she was on the brink of her orgasm, he reached down between their bodies to find the enforced bud of her sex. She arched up against him, straining, crying out as the shattering, burning tumult broke within her.
Robin capture her wild moans with his mouth but never stopped, using all his skill to prolong her ecstasy as wave after wave of rapture convulsed her slender body. When she buckled and writhed against him, he clenched his teeth, striving for control, trying desperately to keep his need in check as he laid buried deep inside her.
It was too much.
A great shudder moved through his frame as Robin at last let himself fill her with the hot desire that he'd felt from the first time he laid eyes on her during the missing year. A hoarse moan ripped from his throat as he plunged into an endless raw pleasure so intense it seared.
His body lowered and his head lay beside hers as he tried to regain his breath. When he felt her trembling beneath him, a fierce tenderness engulfed his heart for her. His wife.
Easing his weight to the side he pulled the covers up over them, and drew her into his arms. His body wrapped around hers. There they lay there together, weak in the aftershocks of pleasure. After a long moment, he lifted his head. In the firelight, she looked like a wanton angel, with her tangled dark hair, her pale ivory skin, her lush lips swollen and wet from his kisses. He looked to the future now; he had his wife, their two boys.
The Mills and the Hoods were now a family.
As if she could sense his thoughts, his wife stirred. She was watching him, Robin realized, her luminous dark eyes searching.
"Merry Christmas, wife," Robin said.
"Merry Christmas, husband," Regina said with a smile, that smile he dreamed of. "What were you just thinking?"
Robin smirked as he felt the desire knife through him once again. Regina laughed low in her throat as she continued, "I thought so."
Robin laughed as well as he said, "I can't seem to help myself around you. I could make love to you all night long, but I suppose I must let you sleep."
Regina took matters into her own hands, "Sleep...is...overrated." And with that she moved her body to straddle his as she lowered her mouth to his as she wasn't quite done with her wedding night just yet.
As the occupants of the Mills mansion slept, a bright star could've seen overhead...
The next morning, Roland woke up to a bright morning, he went over to the window and looked out on the backyard, seeing a new layer of fresh snow. His mouth popped open as he looked closer at the ground and saw what looked like to be reindeer tracks.
"It's Christmas!" Roland whispered as he closed the window and went to Henry's room, running in and shaking Henry. "Henry, wake up! It's Christmas!"
Henry rolled over and opened his eyes to see Roland standing there, "Merry Christmas, Roland."
"Santa came, Henry! There's tracks in the back yard!" Roland said.
"Then let's go see what he left us," Henry got out of the bed, and grabbed Roland's hand as they made their way downstairs to the living room. Their mouths opened up as they saw the presents around the Christmas tree.
As they continued to look, there was a flash of light that seemed to float around the tree. As they watched it move, the boys tuned around to see Regina standing there...with a ring on her finger.
"Mom...is that...a wedding ring?" Henry asked as he walked up to stand in front of his mother.
"Yes, last night...Robin asked me to marry him," Regina said.
"And she said yes," Robin said as he put his arms around Regina from behind.
"Awesome! That means you're my father now," Henry said with a smile his face.
"I take it you approve," Robin said.
"Are you kidding? Robin Hood is my father!" Henry said as he went to his parents embrace. Henry pulled back as he the said, "That means, you're my brother." He said to a quiet Roland.
"Roland?" Robin said. He had never seen his little one so still.
"Does this mean you're my momma now?" Roland asked.
"If you want me to be," Regina answered.
"Does that mean I can call you momma?" Roland asked.
"Only if you want to, if you want to call me Regina, that's fine," Regina said as she looked at Robin.
"Merry Christmas, Momma," Roland said as he smiled and ran to her. Her arms came around him and she picked him up and kissed his cheek. Once everyone had been hugged, Henry broke the moment.
"Now how about those presents?" Henry asked as the rest laughed and started passing out gifts. Roland got a bow and arrow that his father had made, along with some other toys. He received a new stuffed animal, of a silver fox, which reminder Regina of her husband. Henry received a journal from his mom, and his own bow and arrow from Robin.
Robin gave Regina a necklace of an apple being pierced by an arrow, along with a bracelet that had a feather charm on it. Regina gave Robin a key to the house along with a new coat and some golden arrows, which were just like the ones she had given him in the missing year.
The boys gave Robin a picture that had taken of them with Regina.
His family now.
Later as they boys were in the living room and Regina was in the kitchen with Robin making their dinner, Henry looked over at Roland who seemed to be not enthused about this day.
"Roland? Is something wrong?" Henry asked.
"He's not real," Roland murmured.
"Who isn't real, Roland?" Henry asked.
"Santa Claus. He's not real because I didn't get what I wished for," Roland answered.
Henry knew what Roland had asked for and had done everything that he could in his power to get it for him. "Roland, sometimes things like that take time. And even if you don't get your wish, you always have to have hope. Our family is built on hope."
Roland nodded slightly twice as he fiddled with his bow and arrow.
Later Robin took the boys outside to practice with their toys and together they built a snowman, followed by a few snowball fights. As Regina watched them from the glass door, she felt a sharp, stabbing pain throughout her stomach.
It was strong enough to send her to her knees, Henry seeing his mother on the ground, yelled her name as he came running towards the house. Robin and Roland followed quickly behind him.
"Mom! What's wrong?" Henry was at her side quickly.
"Regina? Do I need to call a doctor?" Robin asked, fearful when something was wrong with Regina.
"No...No, I'm alright. Just a female issue, is all," Regina said as she tried to wave them off. Robin helped her to her feet.
"Are you sure we don't need to take you to the hospital?" Robin asked.
"I'm fine," Regina smiled, even though the pain was still there, though not as bad as before. Seeing the worry on her boys, all three of them, she turned and whispered to Robin ,"I don't want to scare them anymore, I'm fine."
Robin wasn't quite convinced just yet, but went along with Regina, "She's alright boys, why don't you two go fix the couch so that Regina can rest on it for a little while?"
The boys reluctantly did as Robin asked, once they were alone, Robin took Regina's face in his hands and asked her ,"What's going on?"
"I felt a sharp pain, but it's fading now. It must have been a bad cramp," Regina said.
"I've never seen you suffer from cramps until now," Robin commented.
"It's just one of those things," Regina reassured him.
"If it comes back or gets worse, please let me take you to the hospital. I can't lose you," Robin said.
"You won't," Regina reassured him. Moments later she was on the couch, and if one wasn't checking on her, then another one was.
Roland stayed glued to her side the next few days, until finally Regina asked him if he was still scared over her episode.
"I don't want you to go away because I said I didn't believe in Santa Claus," Roland said.
"Sweetie, come here," Regina said as Roland climbed up in her lap. "Now what is this about not believing in Santa?"
"I asked Santa for a wish, and when I didn't get it. I said I didn't believe in him, and later you got sick," Roland's eyes teared up.
"Oh, Roland. I didn't get sick because you said you didn't believe in Santa," Regina reassured him. "And you might not get your wish this year, but there is always next year."
"You really think so?" Roland asked.
"Just always keep believing," Regina said.
"I will, Mama," Roland said as they hugged then.
Robin walked in the living room, to see this and once Roland started to tell him the whole story, Robin had one question for his little boy, "What did you wish for Roland?"
Roland turned back to his parents and answered, "A little brother or sister."
Roland headed up the stairs leaving both Robin and Regina dumbfounded; Robin looked from Regina to where Roland had disappeared up the stairs to. "Regina, I had no idea-"
"I know. I'm sorry I can't give him what he wants more than anything," Regina said.
"Regina, he has the three of us, which is what matters. We're a family," Robin reassured her as he drew her into his arms.
Regina couldn't help but think of Roland, and of his wish. So much so that she tried to summon Tinkerbelle for help but the stubborn moth wouldn't respond to her calls.
Finally, one day early in March, Tink showed up at the mansion. "Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you for three months now."
"Well, I see how you're going to be for the foreseeable future," Tink said.
"Zip it Moth! I need your help," Regina said.
"If I remember the last time you needed my help, you didn't take it," Tink said as she folded her arms across her chest.
"Oh, you just have to bring that up again," Regina said.
"Well, I was just looking out for you," Tink said.
"Alright, enough! Now, onto what matters," Regina said as she paced the room, "Roland made a wish and I want to see about making sure it happens. If it can happen."
"You and Robin have made plenty of progress," Tink said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Regina asked.
"What I'm trying to tell you, is that you don't need my help anymore," Tink said. "Henry took care of it back around Christmas."
"Henry? What did he do?" Regina asked.
"I went on a mission and found some water from Lake Nostros," Tink informed her.
"What does that lake have to do with my problem?" Regina demanded.
"Moody already? Not that there's much difference," Tink amended, "but what that water did was reverse the infertility potion you made."
"Wait...are you saying...I'm no longer infertile?" Regina asked.
"Not just that, you're pregnant your majesty," Tink said.
Regina felt her knees collapse under her and she had to grab the edge of her desk to keep from falling, "I'm...you said...I'm...are you sure?"
Tink went to Regina and helped her to a chair and quickly got her a glass of water, "Drink, and try breathing. It helps."
Regina took a few deep breaths before she said anything else, "How can you be sure?"
"I felt the surge of magic as soon as I walked in your office," Tink explained, "feeling better?"
"I'm pregnant? You're absolutely certain?" Regina asked as she didn't dare breathe. She was pregnant?
"Yes, pregnant. Preggers, knocked up, bun in the oven, Robin's arrow hit the mark," Tink answered.
A smile started to form on Regina's face, slowly at first then bigger and bigger. Her right hand went to the lower part of her belly, staying low. She couldn't feel anything yet, everything felt the same and she tried to focus on her magic and just barely felt a small surge in it.
"Robin's...baby," Regina muttered, "My baby."
"So should I start planning the baby showers?" Tink asked with a smile on her face.
Regina looked up at Tink and suddenly she was on her feet, hugging Tink. "Thank you."
Tink was stunned that Regina was hugging her and thanking her, "For what?"
"For everything," Regina said through tears.
Tink smiled and hugged her back; she always knew this part of Regina was still there. "So I guess Operation Princess is a success?"
"Princess? I'm having a girl?" Regina asked.
"I have no idea, but Henry was sold on a little sister, along with Roland I think," Tink said.
"Henry, my little prince, and Roland, my little knight," Regina said as she pulled back and said, "Robin, I have to tell Robin."
"He might want to know," Tink said, laughing at Regina's reactions.
"I have to go, now," Regina said as she grabbed her purse and started for the door, she turned around again to face Tink,"Thank you, again."
Tink smiled and waved her on, once alone Tink sat in Regina's chair at her desk, folding her hands behind her back, "Auntie Tink? I like the sound of it."
That evening, Regina had prepared a special dinner with her family. After dinner, the boys went upstairs to play with their video games, while Regina lured Robin into the living room and when she left the room, he poured them a glass of wine.
He turned upon hearing her walking back into the room, he put out one of the wine glasses for her in his hand, "Care for a drink?" He said jokingly as he remembered the time he had tried to get her to have a drink with him.
Regina smiled and took the glass, but didn't drink any of it. Instead she went to the couch and sat down, fidgeting with her skirt as she did so. Robin frowned upon watching her actions; often they would share a glass of wine after dinner. He took a seat beside her.
"Is something wrong?" Robin asked as he took her hands in his, she was nervous about something he could tell.
"I was just thinking of how lucky we are, our family," Regina said.
"Indeed. We have one another, and our boys," Robin agreed. He watched as she took his right hand and placed it low on her belly.
"All five of us now," Regina said as she looked at Robin's face to see his reaction. It was as she knew it would be, a look of confusion, not understanding what she was saying. Then his eyes sought hers.
"Are you saying you're?" Robin managed to finally say.
"We're going to have a baby," Regina said.
Robin let out a laugh and a huge smile grew on his face as he brought her close to him, and kissed her lips deeply.
Regina was pregnant! They were going to have a baby together! He wanted to shout it to the whole world this night. To let them share in his joy, their joy.
"But how?" Robin asked as he pulled back to look into her face.
"I think you know how," Regina teased him as he smirked at her.
"I know how, oh so well. But you told me once that you took a potion-" Robin started.
"It got reversed," Regina said.
"But-" Robin said.
"It seems like our boys wanted another sibling and there was no stopping them," Regina said.
"I got my wish?" a voice said from the doorway of the living room. Robin and Regina turned their heads to see Roland standing there with Henry behind him; both had a look of happiness on their faces.
"We all got our wish," Regina said as she opened her arms and in ran Henry and Roland.
"Be careful with your mother, boys," Robin reminded them.
"We will, papa," Roland said as he lowered his head to Regina's belly, "Hello baby, I'm going to be your big brother, Roland."
Regina touched the top of Roland's head as she looked over at her husband, who had tears in his eyes, "I love you, milady."
"And I you," Regina said.
"You're awfully quiet, Henry," Regina commented.
"I'm just so happy for you, Mom. You deserve it," Henry said. "You're my hero."
"And you are mine," Regina said as they hugged. They spent the rest of the evening, together, planning for the future.
That Christmas, early in the wee hours, a little boy got out of his bed after hearing a cry in the house. He went down the hall to where the new nursery was. He stood up beside the cradle and looked down upon the face of his little sister.
"We have to be quiet or Santa might not come tonight," Roland said as his little sister looked up at him, listening to his every word.
"But even if he doesn't come, I got the best wish ever," Roland said as behind him stood Robin and Regina in the doorway.
"I got my Christmas Hope. I got you, Hope Locksley," Roland said as he bent down and kissed the top of Hope's little forehead.