Sorry for the long wait, but I wanted to finish my other fic, Future Meets Past, and I did! My first fic ever and it is complete, woot! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. It was very fun to write and is full of fluff and flirt. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 4

The rest of her Tuesday passes in a blur. Regina runs from one farm to the next after lunch, and makes it to Henry's daycare a few minutes after 5:00pm, but Mary Margaret doesn't seem to mind. As she pulls up in her car, Henry and the brunette are chatting animatedly and laughing until he spots her, running to throw his bag in the back seat and crawl into the vehicle.

"Thank you, Mary Margaret. I'm sorry I'm late." Regina says, securing Henry into his seat.

"Not a problem. We were having a blast." Mary Margaret smiles timidly, drawing car keys from her purse, and turning toward a small vehicle at the corner of the tiny lot. Regina notices a lack of excitement in the woman that she has come to expect from Mary Margaret at all times. Remembering that the brunette was curious about David this morning, Regina finds herself biting her tongue, debating inwardly whether she should say anything, she really does not want to be involved in their budding romance, but she hates seeing a woman who is usually so cheerful with a frown marring her face.

Her sympathetic side wins out, "Mary Margaret?"

"Yes Regina." The woman says, turning back to face her.

"I had a chance to speak with David today. He had a long weekend on call. I think he practically slept at the clinic, and could probably use a break. I tried to convince him to go home early tonight or go get a drink, but if I know him he is probably rummaging through the payroll files, maybe you can convince him." Regina leaves it at that, sends the woman a smile, that is returned wholeheartedly, before climbing into the driver's seat and asking Henry how his day went as they head home.

The next morning arrives too quickly, and Regina awakens to duplicate texts from Mary Margaret and David, both saying 'thank you'. She laughs, wonders if the two of them know how perfect they are for each other, and then cozies into bed for a few more minutes before leaving the comfort of warm blankets and pillows.

It is not until Wednesday afternoon that her phone buzzes with a text message from an unknown number. She is busy with appointments today, rushing from room to room, dealing with a sick lab for the last two hours while squeezing in her other scheduled appointments, running lab tests and developing x rays for the sickly pup. Finally at 4:00 PM she is able to sit in her office chair, take a deep calming breath, after having sent the yellow lab home with a bag full of medicine and a diagnosis of Lyme disease.

Pulling her phone from the pocket of her white coat, she unlocks the screen, reaching for her mug of coffee and drawing it to her lips, before sputtering the liquid away as it reaches her mouth. Of course it is cold, it sat there waiting for her the last two hours to take a sip, and now she wants nothing to do with it. There is a chill in the air today and the cold seeped into her before she even got out of bed; she needs warm coffee.

Releasing a disgruntled sigh she glances back toward her phone and opens the new message that awaits her. A smile lifts the corners of her lips as she sees a message from Robin waiting; Still on for our 'playdate' Friday night? Oh, and this is Robin, if that was not already clear.

She quickly adds his name to her contacts, but finds herself pulled away by David before she gets a chance to reply. Her appointments are finished for the day, each pet seen to and taken care of, but David still pulls her to the front of the clinic demanding her help with an incoming patient.

Once in the lobby, a familiar sight greets her eyes. The two ordinance officers, that frequently bring the clinic stray animals, are standing by the reception desk chatting with Gabby.

"Hi Regina, How are you doing? How is Henry?" Emma Swan asks as she pulls her long blonde hair into a ponytail.

"Great, and he is doing well." Regina responds with a smile, "still waiting for the two of you to make a visit to his daycare one of these days." Henry is enamored with the two ordinance officers, and seldom a day passes without him questioning whether the two could come with him for show and tell.

"Ah, yes. I did promise the boy we would make it one of these days." Killian shrugs, receiving a questioning glance from Emma beside him. "It has been a rather slow week. Perhaps we'll be able to make it in soon."

Emma releases a sigh, and curt nod making it clear she is not as comfortable with the situation, and Regina smiles a little at the blonde's discontent. She knows that Emma does not feel confident with children, the blonde has told her as much. Henry seems to be the only one that has crept over the Emma's walls, made a lasting impression, and the boy adores the ordinance officer, sees her as a hero.

"For the children." Killian states, a broad smile on his lips, with a flirtatious rise of his brow. Regina is not sure what the relationship is between Emma and Killian, but everytime she sees them they are together, even off duty, and the tension between them is palpable.

Before Regina can ponder the relationship any longer, David pulls her into a room, and the two of them examine a stray dog the officers brought in. At 4:45pm Regina leaves the clinic and the stray in the capable hands of David and Gabby so she can pick up Henry, on time today she thinks proudly.

After Henry is settled comfortably into bed that night, Regina slips her cell from her purse, and sips at a glass of red wine. 'Still on for our 'playdate' Friday night? Oh, and this is Robin, if that was not already clear', the words jump at her, and she contemplates her reply carefully; Yes, we are still on, and thank you for clarifying, although I had assumed it was you. I don't have any other playdates scheduled for that evening.

Regina smiles, sets her phone down on the counter next to her near empty wine glass, and slowly meanders to her bedroom, changing into some soft flannel pajamas, and brushing her teeth, preparing for bed. When Regina returns to her phone a mere half hour later she finds Robin's reply waiting; No other playdates, does that mean we are going steady? Oh, and what time will you grace us with your presence?

Regina smiles and chuckles softly at Robin's response before replying with; Meet us at the park, 6pm. I'll bring sandwiches. Releasing a yawn, Regina heads back to her bedroom, plugs her phone into the charger at her nightstand, and sets in alarm for Thursday morning. She scowls slightly at the thought, Thursday, she is on call, and she grumbles before switching off her lamp and letting sleep devour her.

Bright red and green colors blur in front of her as she chops and chops and chops away at the ripe tomatoes and bell peppers. Regina can't for the life of her remember why she thought this was a good idea, not now that her eyes are tearing up from chopping red onion for the last hour, and the cuff of her white blouse holds an orange tinged stain from the juicy tomatoes she has just begun cutting. 'It will be fun', they said, Zelena and Tink, as they begged for her help in making salsa.

Zelena has a huge garden in her backyard, sprawling from one side of her property line to the next, and the woman grows way too much food, at least in Regina's opinion. The red head is alway making freezer this or canned that to deal with the large quantity of food her garden produces for only her, she lives alone, her boyfriend of 5 years visiting from New York only once a month. That is what brings them together here today. The summer season is coming to an end, September drawing closer each day, autumn patiently biding until it can make an appearance, and Zelena's garden is filled with tomatoes soon to be over ripe, and peppers soon to fall from their respective plants. Instead of allowing the large bounty to go to waste the woman found a recipe for salsa, then coerced her fellow employees into doing the hard work.

"Remind me, why am I even here?" Regina questions sarcastically, her fingers slippery with the seeds and juice of several tomatoes.

"Because my house is only a few blocks from the clinic, and you two," Zelena gestures toward Regina and Tink, who is chopping away at a large green bell pepper, "are on call this evening. Plus, Henry loves it here and you know it."

She can't deny that. Zelena bought the house, shortly after moving here 3 years ago, from a family of four that was growing and needed more space than the 2 bedroom ranch. Luckily for Henry, the family left behind a large play set complete with swings and slide, and ever since Zelena invited them over last year for a 'clinic picnic', really just an excuse to get together and actually have fun outside of work, Henry always wants to come play here.

Looking to her right, she can see her boy now, jumping around in the lush grass, running to the steps and maneuvering his way to the top of the slide over and over again.

"So, speaking of the clinic, who exactly is this new client of your's Regina, Dr. Robin?" Tink ponders aloud, not moving her eyes from the pile of peppers in front of her, but Regina does not miss the tiny twitch of her lips rising into a smirk.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean." Regina continues chopping tomatoes, being as dense as possible. If Tink wants to know her private business, she is not going to make it easy for the petite blond.

"Oh come on Regina." Zelena's eyes go wide, scooping the chopped tomatoes and peppers from their respective cutting boards into a large mixing bowl with the red onions. "He is HOTT! And I heard from Gabby that he called Tuesday morning specifically requesting an appointment with 'Dr. Regina Mills'."

Regina can feel Zelena's eyes scrutinizing, analyzing her response, waiting to hear about this 'hott' pediatrician with an accent. She finally looks up to find both women gazing at her, waiting impatiently for the scoop.

"There is nothing to tell." Regina states defensively, "The man treated Henry on Monday, and his friend's dog needed a vaccine on Tuesday," the other two women look defeated, let down, "and Henry might have a play date scheduled with his son for tomorrow." She finishes, glancing back down to her cutting board, anticipating the response from Tink and Zelena.

"What!? You have a date with him?" Tink questions in shock while Zelena smirks and raises an eyebrow suggestively.

"Not what I said" Regina punctuates her words by holding up the knife she grasps.

"Oh please Regina, you can not possibly say you are not interested. I know it has been awhile since you dated, but really, look at the man. How can you pass that up?" Zelena questions, leaning back and lifting the recipe from the table to her eyes to closely examine the next steps.

"She is right. I knew Daniel Regina, and he was an amazing man, taken too soon, but he wouldn't want you to be alone. I think you know he would want you to be happy, to find love again." Tink says imploringly, the blonde's eyes seeking out hers in a reassuring gaze.

Regina lets a sigh escape her mouth, and it seems to be enough to change topics, Tink recognizes it as a plea anyway, and starts talking about the inordinate amount of food Zelena grows. The woman chatters away while Regina's eyes find Henry, a bright smile on his face as he slips down the slide yet again, his hair lifting with the wind as he traipses back to the steps for another attempt.

He reminds her so much of his father, of Daniel, and though she knows what Tink says is true, he would want her to be happy, she thinks if anything, he would also want someone there for Henry, someone there as a father. Seeing Robin interact with her boy at Dr. Whale's clinic had her heart clenching, her stomach twisting with longing, and she knows it wasn't just because the man has an affect on her.

Partly, she has always wanted a father figure for Henry. She is confident she can raise her boy just fine without a man, has always known that she is a good mother, and she can be enough, but something about watching a man tend to her boy pulls at her, makes her question what is best for Henry. Maybe closing herself off from relationships has not been the best idea. She sighs and inwardly cringes at her thought process. She barely knows this man and is already envisioning co-parenting with him, she has clearly lost her mind, and she turns back to chopping the vibrant red tomatoes in front of her.

Friday morning Regina stretches lazily in bed before sitting quickly, panic settling in her mind. She did not have a single call last night, something that has never happened to her while working at the clinic. She grabs her phone from the nightstand, unlocks the screen, and searches intently for any signs of missed calls or paniced texts from David. Nothing. She sighs in relief, and a grin finds her lips, she really needed a good nights sleep, and now all she can think of is Robin and their 'playdate'.

It takes Regina a little longer in the bathroom this morning, she scrutinizes herself a little longer in the mirror, spends more time deciding what to wear. She knows she'll have a brief moment after work and picking up Henry to return home, get the sandwiches she had promised, and freshen up, but just in case she runs late at the clinic she wants to be as prepared as possible now.

She gets Henry up and ready for his day, placing a kiss to his forehead as he settles himself into a chair at the kitchen table ready for his breakfast. He talks her ear off this morning, excited about the playdate this evening with Roland and Robin. Henry has yet to meet the other boy, but the moment Regina mentioned going to watch movies in the park with the other boy and Robin, Henry's face lit up with excitement.

Turning around, Regina sets a plate in front of her boy, tussles her fingers in his hair while he lifts a fork full of eggs to his mouth, and she sips at her lukewarm coffee.

"Mommy?"

"Yes Henry." Regina responds, not looking up from her cell as she searches the screen for her weather app. She is concerned about how cold it has been lately, and wants to know if she should prepare some extra blankets in the trunk of her car along with a thermos of hot chocolate for this evening.

"You look really pretty today." Henry says over a mouthful of toast, and Regina looks up, her heart swelling at the compliment.

"Thank you Henry," she lightly pinches his plump cheek with her thumb and forefinger before smiling, and telling him to hurry up and finish breakfast so they aren't late.

Friday is slow at the clinic, very few appointments, and only two surgeries for Zelena. The snail's pace is making it very difficult for Regina to think about work, finding her mind drifting often to blue eyes, smirking lips, and deep dimples. She is unnervingly aware of how taken she is with this handsome foreign doctor, and finds it unsettling that after only a couple interactions with the man, she cares so much what he thinks of her.

Seriously, she spent an extra 15 minutes this morning on her hair, and she cannot remember ever doing that for any man, not even Daniel. Not to mention the fact that she picked out another red top today thinking about the compliments Robin had sent her way. She sighs, over thinking, over analyzing and finds herself asking David if he can take her last appointment so she can make an early exit.

Regina leaves the clinic at a little after 3:00pm, making a hasty run home. she pulls a light cardigan from her closet, navy in color, soft and warm, with a v-neck that is rather flattering, if not a little lower cut than her normal wardrobe. She pulls it on over a lace camisole, slips out of her dress pants for a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, and slides her feet into her favorite brown boots that reach just below her knees. Looking in her mirror, she smiles, feels more comfortable, more herself, still presentable for a casual date (even though that is not what this is), just a playdate she reminds herself before brushing out her hair, touching up her lipstick, and heading to the kitchen to prepare a few sandwiches and a thermos of hot chocolate, it is supposed to be another chilly evening.

Henry and her find themselves with plenty of time before their 6pm playdate so they linger a little longer at daycare when she picks him up. Mary Margaret fills her in on the details of a fun filled evening on Tuesday with David, and the woman excitedly describes how they have plans for another date tomorrow. Even after wasting time with Henry's favorite teacher, they still find themselves at the park with 10 minutes to spare. Regina has to admit she is grateful for the respite, uses the time to prepare herself mentally, although this is not a 'date' per se, Robin has definitely shown interest in her, blatantly flirted, even went as far as to 'look her up' and find her at the vet clinic, this might be more of a date than she is prepared to handle.

Regina is lost in thought as Robin and Roland walk toward them, does not see them approach until they are only feet away, and Henry is waving animatedly crying out greetings to his new friends.

"Hi! Hi, I'm Henry. Hi. Hi Robin." Henry says to Roland, then looking up greeting Robin. Roland is definitely shy. The young boy had come out of his shell at the clinic, playing with the kittens, and talking without restraint, but now, he is the little boy curling into Robin, a smile on his lips in greeting, but too nervous to be outgoing, self conscious.

Regina smiles at the pair, turns her gaze to Roland, and greets him first.

"Hi Roland. It is so nice to see you again." She bends down, reaches into the bag at her feet, and pulls out two bottles of bubbles with their respective wands. Before leaving the house, Henry had grabbed them from his bin of outdoor toys, and said it would be fun to bring them to the park, something Regina was grateful for when she looked up to see Roland's eyes widen, a gleam of excitement sparking, before he takes a few tentative steps away from his father's leg. "Would you two like to blow some bubbles while Robin and I lay out the blankets for our picnic?"

"Yah, yeah Mom. Roland, this is so much fun." Henry states assuringly while taking the bottles from Regina, placing one in Roland's hand before taking the boys other hand, and dragging him out from under the large maple tree Regina perched them beneath when they arrived.

She watches them walk away, a soft smile gracing her mouth. She is impressed with her boy, sees how Henry helps the other boy with the cap to the bottle before they both start dipping the bubble wands into the liquid, sloshing over the edges of the bottles onto their shoes and the grass. A cool breeze blows her hair over her face gently, and Regina lifts her hand instinctively to push the tresses away, but finds herself too slow, had not realized Robin is now standing beside her, and it is his hand that pushes the hair from her face, his hand that grazes across her forehead, her temple, her cheek, before finally running behind her ear and caressing her neck lightly before being pulled away.

"Hi." He says in greeting, looking at her with an expression that finds Regina nervously shifting on her feet, using her own hand to push hair behind her ear, feeling the ghost of his fingers lingering on her skin. "I was right."

"About what?" Regina questions, wondering what he could mean.

Robin's lips lift into a smirk, a dimple creasing his cheek, and Regina suppresses a roll of her eyes, she thinks he knows just how to smile, just what to do with his lips to make himself so tempting.

"I said red flattered you, but that any color probably would, and I was right." His eyes move down her torso, taking her in, something that might be creepy or possessive if he didn't have such a look of awe on his face, like he was ready to drop to his knees and worship her right there. "You look beautiful Regina, just as stunning in blue."

He actually means it, she can see how earnestly he speaks, the sincerity in his eyes, and she smiles, lets herself be warmed by his appreciative gaze and friendly smile.

"Thank you," she responds before giving him a taste of his own medicine, letting her eyes travel down his body, returning to his face, and she revels in the way he looks a bit nervous, scrutinized, as he bites his lower lip. There he goes again, doing tempting things with those lips. "Blue is quite flattering on you as well," she says then, a flirtatious smile lifting her red lips, "brings out your eyes."

She means it too. He is wearing a pair of dark jeans with a light blue buttoned shirt, a brown jacket pulled over, and he smiles at the compliment, looks down and back up at her, then seems to think of something, and turns to the messenger bag over his shoulder lifting the flap.

"I brought something for our picnic," he says, pulling out a paper bag, "dessert." He finishes, lifting the bag as if the brown item clearly holds a decadent treat.

"Oh?" She questions, eyeing the bag, noticing that it holds no discernible printing on the outside, sparking her interest even more, "and just what is it you have to offer?" He chuckles at her question, both of them recognizing the double entendre.

"I have a lot to offer, Regina," he states, taking a step closer to her, and she is suddenly grateful and angry that she is holding up a blanket in front of her, he could be that much closer if it were not for her hands gripping the bulky material before them, and she is not sure if that is a good or bad thing. "But in the bag," he says, setting the item in question down next to her bag on the ground, "I have cookies."

She smiles, nods, and thanks him. Admittedly, Regina has quite a sweet tooth, enjoys a piece of dark chocolate every night, but she doesn't keep anything else readily available in the house. She knows any candy or treats would not last long between her and Henry, he has inherited her love for sweets.

They make quick work of laying out a large fleece blanket she always keeps in the trunk of her car for just this purpose, and she settles herself on one corner, her legs tucked beneath her while she pulls out some plastic plates and napkins. Robin sits himself beside her, closer than necessary with the large blanket beneath them, but she is not complaining, enjoys the way his knee lightly presses into her own. The sensation has her stomach fluttering and her heart beating faster, and she mentally berates herself for the reaction, thinks she really needs to get out more.

The boys are enjoying their time together, laughing and talking with one another like they've known each other for years, well, at least the 3 years they've both been alive, and Regina smiles at how the bashful side of Roland has completely dissipated after playing with Henry for mere minutes.

"This was a good idea." Robin voices from beside her, and she turns to see him staring at the boys just as she had been, before meeting her gaze. "I haven't seen Roland so happy in too long, and he doesn't have any friends his age here. Thank you Regina." The gratitude in his voice is clear and warms Regina's heart, has her eyes stinging a little, and she blinks rapidly to suppress the emotions this man pulls from her with a simple tone of his voice.

"Of course." Regina says, busying herself with the bag next to her. "Henry doesn't get to play with any other kids his age apart from daycare, and as an only child, he nags me for a sibling far too often. I should be thanking you, maybe this will put an end to that." She laughs, lifting a cooler out of her bag and the thermos of hot chocolate along with four cups. Robin takes each item from her hands, setting them on the blanket, and if he lets his fingers linger on her own, well, she doesn't mind, and there is a chill in the air, the warmth from the contact very welcome.

"Have you never considered having another child?" Robin's words surprise her, and she wonders if she is ready to open up to this man she barely knows, isn't the topic of possible future children kind of personal for a first 'playdate', but one look at the man has her smiling. He is so sincere, so inquisitive, and she can tell he really wants to know her, wants to get to know her, and she won't deny that she feels the same way.

"I haven't really thought about it much I suppose," she says, taking a noticeable gulp before continuing, "Henry was not exactly planned, and he keeps me plenty busy for now. I can't say what the future holds." She watches Henry, now casually sitting next to Roland in the grass, both of them blowing bubbles, and when she turns to Robin she can see understanding coloring his features. "You?" She asks, because if he is going to ask personal questions he better be willing to answer them, and he does not disappoint.

"I would love to have more children. I always saw myself with a large family. Like I grew up with, but," Robin pauses, pensively looks toward his son, "I guess it just wasn't in the cards." He is holding back, biting his tongue, and Regina is relatively sure the reason has everything to do with Roland's mother, a woman she has no knowledge about, but she is feeling bold, decides to ask a personal question of her own.

"May I ask," she starts tentatively, "where is his mother?" Robin looks at her with a small smile, he opens his mouth before closing it, contemplating his response, and Regina regrets her question now, the tenseness of his brow, sadness in his eyes, she recognizes the look, sees it in the mirror, and she really isn't sure whether either of them really want to discuss this on a casual 'playdate' with their sons.

"She passed away, something for another night perhaps." Robin states and Regina nods, thankful for his eloquent response until, "what about Henry's father?"

She looks down, scolding herself mentally for bringing about this topic of conversation, why couldn't she have just asked what kind of cookies he brought?

Releasing a sigh, Regina mimics Robin's previous statement, "something for another night." She can see realization dawn on his face, his mouth slightly agape as he ponders her words, coming to the obvious conclusion, and then he smiles, an empathetic smile that she returns. The moment is disrupted by cold, slippery wet hands gripping her own.

"Mom. I'm hungryyyyyy." Henry whines to her, Roland coming up beside him nodding, and Robin and Regina laugh at the clear starvation the boys seem to be suffering before Regina pulls out some extra napkins for them to wipe the slippery sudsing liquid from the bubbles off their hands.

The picnic flies by, sandwiches disappearing, hot chocolate being sipped, while all four of them laugh and talk. Regina cannot remember ever feeling so surrounded, so involved. Growing up it was just her and her father, that was her family, and then after his stroke, after he died, she had Daniel, and then Henry. It has always only been her and one other, that has always been her idea of a family, it is all she has ever known, but now, sitting here with Henry, Robin and Roland regaling them with stories of their home in England, she feels overwhelmed, filled to the brim with affection for these two englishmen who have quickly crept into her heart.

The sun starts to set, light and warmth lingering only a short while longer before leaving them in dusk. The boys are both huddled under a second fleece blanket Regina tucked into her bag, both of them staring at the screen ahead of them, nursing their chocolate cookies. Princess Bride is playing, just began, and Regina chuckles quietly. Henry has seen this movie numerous time, it being a favorite of Mary Margaret's to bring when she watches him, but everytime he sees it, he is just as taken as the first.

Robin helps her move the plates and napkins back to her bag before offering her a full cup of hot chocolate, heat still emanating from the rich liquid, and a chocolate cookie.

"I hope it is not too much chocolate," he says, concern lilting his voice, "I would have made something else had I known you were bringing hot cocoa."

"No, it is perfect." She assures, and means it, in her opinion the more chocolate the better. Grasping the cookie and warm mug from his outstretched hands she suddenly realizes the complete meaning of what he just said. "Wait, You made these?" She asks. Regina has already enjoyed one of the cookies, only ate half of her sandwich when she saw the chocolate cookies with chocolate chunks being pulled from the paper bag, and at the first bite she wished she hadn't eaten any sandwich, willing to exchange the space in her stomach for another cookie.

"Yes," he chuckles, as she can't help but take a large bite of the treat, a soft chocolate chunk leaving a brown smear on her upper lip. She can feel it sitting there as she chews, and hastily grabs toward her bag to pull out a napkin, but Robin beats her to it. Something he seems to do a lot. The napkin still in his hand from handing her the cookie reaches toward her lip, brushes at her skin lightly, before being replaced with the touch of his thumb.

Looking at his face, Regina can see his eyes clearly, the sun having set, but the sky still illuminated by the movie screen, and lights throughout the park. His blue eyes are dark, staring at her lips, pupils large and dilated, and she is sure hers look the same, the feel of his skin against hers has been sparking arousal throughout her body all evening, and this is no exception.

His eyes flit up to hers, and he slowly pulls his hand away, smiles at her nervously, and Regina wants to alleviate his uncertainty, wants to make him feel sure of himself, wants to bring his lips to hers if she is honest with herself, but she settles for complimenting him instead.

"They are delicious Robin." She says, swallowing the last bit of cookie in her mouth, and analyzing what is left of the baked good in her hand. "You'll have to give me the recipe, or at the very least become my supplier."

He laughs at that, any tension dissipating, and Regina shivers, partially in response to the low rasp of his laugh, but mostly because it is cold, and she only brought the two blankets, one keeping them from the cold ground, and one nestled around their boys. She takes a sip of the hot chocolate, wrapping her fingers around the mug and breathing in the aroma, taking in as much warmth from the liquid as physically possible.

Suddenly, a heaviness settles on her shoulder, and she looks to Robin, shifting beside her, as he places a quilt around the two of them. She hadn't even seen him sneak it out from his messenger bag, and she wonders what other surprises lay hidden beneath the tan material.

"I hope you don't mind sharing?" He questions, raising his arm behind her back and against her shoulders to straighten the blanket there. She smiles, answers his question with a smile, and an, 'of course not', before she wipes her mouth free of any lingering chocolate or cookie morsels, setting the napkin beside her bag, and gripping her warm mug fully with both hands.

They don't talk much after that. The movie plays, the boys fall asleep, and Regina soaks up the warmth from Robin's thigh flush against her own, his hip meeting hers, and his arm, still settled around her shoulders, holding the quilt around both of them. The heat does not leave her after they part, after the boys are placed into cars without waking, and goodnights are uttered, the heat still lingers after she climbs into bed that evening, long after she lets her dreams fill with blue eyes, a dimpled smile, and a handsome accent.

Well, I hoped you liked it. As always, please review, follow, favorite. It really motivates me to write. This is the main fic I'm working on now so updates shouldn't be to far apart :)