"W-What are you talking about?" Robin asks.

"What I mean is, there were calls from the courts that your wife has been abusing alcohol and neglecting your son."

"WHAT?!" Robin says. He's so exasperated that he can barely speak. Marian was not an alcoholic and she would never neglect Roland under any circumstances.

"We're talking with the courts about finding evidence to solidify this claim and your house is being searched and until then we need you to come and pick up your son."

Robin's eyes are so wide in confusion that he didn't hear the last part where the caller gives him the address. Regina is watching Robin this entire time, watching the colour drain from his face and his eyes glaze over. She wants to ask what's wrong, but she also doesn't want to interfere with the conversation. Once the phone slides from his hand, she feels it's safe to talk to him.

"What's wrong Robin?"

He doesn't respond, just sits there staring at the floor.

"Robin!" she says a little louder.

Again, he doesn't respond.

Finally, she reaches over and taps his cheek, trying to get him to look at her. His eyes no longer look enchanting or beautiful since they are full of panic and confusion.

"What happened?" she says slowly. "Who was on the phone?"

"Child Protective Services, they have Roland there because apparently, someone reported that Marian is an alcoholic and neglecting him."

"And is she?" Regina asks.

"No, and she's never been an alcoholic. She never touched a drop once Roland was born and even before that, she only drank once and a while, mostly during special occasions."

"So, what do they want to do?"

"They want me to come and pick him up… but Regina…"

She looks at him with her dark eyes filled with concern and dismay.

"What?"

"I…I can't take him to my apartment… Not with Will there. If that happens, he'll probably be kept in their 'orphanage' or something."

Her mind begins to race as she thinks of a possible solution.

"Bring him to my place," she says.

Robin looks at her. "W-What?"

"I have an empty apartment and he can stay there until we can get this mess sorted out."

"Are you sure…"

"Robin, let's worry about your son, not me. Let's go," she says, standing up, pulling on her coat, and grabbing her purse.

…

"Daddy!" an excited voice says as a five-year-old boy dressed in a snowsuit and hat runs out to where the two of them are standing.

Robin kneels down and embraces his son, hugging him tightly. Regina watches the exchange and her heart swells a little bit. The little boy is the spitting image of Robin with a round face and the same coloured hair. His cheeks were a little pudgier and when he looks up at Regina, she can see that he has dark brown eyes instead of blue, a trait likely passed down from his mother.

"Oh Roland, are you okay?"

"Yes Daddy, but where's Mommy?"

Robin swallows. "I-I don't know, but for now you're going to spend some time with me okay?"

Roland looks at his daddy and runs his hand along Robin's chin as if to feel his beard. The child looks a little distressed, but mostly happy that strangers did not surround him anymore.

"Are we going to visit Killy and Willy?" he asks.

"Not tonight, we're going someplace extra special," Regina says before Robin can answer.

"Where?!" Roland asks, jumping up and down.

"It's a surprise," she says. She kneels to look at Roland fully. She feels that motherly intuition coming over her and she feels like she's talking to five-year-old Henry again. Her heart aches a little, considering she could never have a child and raise him to this age.

"I love surprises!" the boy shouts.

"Inside voice," Robin reminds his son.

"Why don't I take Roland out into the snow while you finish all the paperwork?" she suggests.

Robin nods and turns back to the desk of the Child Protective Services organization.

Regina takes Roland's hand and guides him out into the snow.

"Who are you?" the little one asks.

"My name is Regina."

"Gina?"

"No, Regina…"

"I like Gina better, it's prettier," Roland says with a mischievous smile.

"Alright, I'll let you call me Gina," she says as the cold wind hits their faces. The snow is still falling and Regina holds the boy's hand to prevent him from slipping or running into the street.

"Look," she says. "There's the snow plow."

Roland just stares before raising his hand and waving at the driver. To his delight, the man waves back.

"You must be very special if he waved to you," she says.

Roland nods and sneezes when a snowflake goes up against his nose. Regina takes out a Kleenex and wipes the kid's nose before speaking again. "Do you know what snowflakes taste like?" she asked.

Roland shook his head.

"They taste like chocolate ice cream," she grins. She played this funny game with Henry when he was younger.

"No, they don't!" Roland says firmly. "They taste like nothing."

"I think they taste like chocolate ice cream, with sprinkles on top."

"No, they don't, I show you." The boy sticks out his tongue and Regina does the same. Once he's caught a few he turns to her. "See nothing!"

"I don't know," she says with a smirk. "I think mine taste like chocolate mint ice cream."

Robin's son shakes his head and sticks his tongue out again. His supervisor does the same, happy that she kept him busy until his father comes back out. It amazes her that she was able to slip so quickly back into the "doting mother" role. Her head is filled with the fond memories of Henry's childhood and if she was honest, she missed interacting with a young child. She could play all sorts of games with him and be able to laugh at his antics. It felt like forever since she laughed genuinely.

Robin comes out, still distressed and very confused.

"Come on Roland, the car's over here."

As the boy runs ahead a little bit, both adults turn to one another.

"They won't tell me who reported Marian, they won't let me see her and they said they'll call me in the morning about whether he can see her again."

"Do you know if Marian had someone who hated her? Maybe held a grudge?"

"I can't think of anyone," Robin says. "I just don't know what to do now."

"Well, I think you should take him out for dinner, one of those kid friendly places and let him run around for a bit. I'll drop you off and then go home and make sure my apartment is 'kid-friendly.'"

"We'll have to stop at our house first, just to get a few things so he can stay the night," Robin says.

"Alright, you direct me," Regina says as they reach Robin's car. Roland climbs into his car seat and buckles himself up without any help. He begins asking questions that his father does his best to answer, still feeling overwhelmed and confused by everything that was happening.

…

A few hours later, Regina's apartment is "child-ready." Once she got home, she immediately began cleaning to make her home safe for Roland. She hid anything that was breakable in her closet. She moved anything pointy like her modern art pieces into her room for safekeeping. She removed any and all alcoholic products from the fridge and kitchen and put any of her feminine products in the bathroom out of the child's reach. She straightened her room up to ensure he doesn't get into her bras or find her high heeled shoes. She prepared the extra room in her apartment, which was a double bed filled with extra pillows and blankets. She then went out shopping and brought home some "kid-friendly" food to make the boy breakfast and possibly lunch tomorrow. Once she was done, Regina went to pick up Robin and Roland.

When Roland entered her apartment, he looked a little scared, probably confused and intimidated by her place. Regina decided to entice him with her flat screen TV and turned on the kid's network. He immediately ran over and sat down with his favourite blanket and toy trucks. He became so engrossed, this allowed Robin and few minutes to gather his bearings and talk to Regina.

"Just tell him he's having a sleepover," she says gently. She has the urge to give Robin a hug. She hesitates but then pulls him into her arms, making sure that Roland can't see.

"I just can't believe that this happened…" Robin says, still very much spaced out over the whole situation.

"You're sure you have no idea who would have called?"

"No… none. Marian is a great mother, that's why it's been so hard to work out custody with her…"

"You're a great father," Regina says gently, cupping his face in her hand. "We'll figure this out and until then, let's make the best of it."

The next hour goes by quickly and quietly. After some TV, Robin helps his son get ready for bed, something in his mind finally puts two and two together. He feels himself boil up with rage as his son brushes his teeth.

"Regina," Robin says, as his mind makes the connection and everything becomes so clear. "Would you mind reading Roland a bedtime story? I have a call to make."

"Sure, uh but I don't have any…"

"He has his favourite story book in the bag, just make sure you do the funny voices, he loves that."

"Okay," Regina says before going over to Roland. "Roland, it's time to get into bed and I'll read you a story."

"What about Daddy?" the boy asks.

"I'll be there in a few minutes buddy, I just have to make a call."

"Okay," the boy says. Regina guides him down the hall and she sits with him on the bed, letting him pick the story.

Once his son is out of ear-shot, Robin picks up the phone and dials Zelena's number.

"Hello, Robin," the smooth voice on the end says. She's trying to sound seductive, but Robin is so angry that he ignores it.

"Did you call Child Protective Services on Marian?"

Zelena is taken back by the accusation. "What? No… of course not."

"Don't lie to me!" he practically yells. "I thought we agreed with good, honest statements!"

"Robin please, you're over reacting, all I did was give you more of a chance to see your son."

"By practically getting my wife arrested and separating my son from her?!"

"Please, the kid was going to be fine, they always take good care of them!" Zelena says defensively.

"I can't believe you did this!" Robin hisses angrily. "I should have known that you would pull a stunt like this!"

"What do you mean?" Zelena says, sounding a little hurt by Robin's voice.

"I know you've just been telling lies about your sister in order to get me to hate her. I know you want to be with me, well guess what? I like Regina and nothing you ever say is going to change that. You can forget trying to take my case to court, you're fired and don't ever contact me again!"

With that, he hangs up, leaving the red-headed lawyer distraught and angry.

Robin takes a deep breath and leans against the kitchen counter as Regina comes down the hall. Robin tries to compose himself.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

"I'm fine, I just had an argument with one of my lawyers. I think she was the one who reported Marian to CPS in order to turn the case in my favour. I ended up firing them."

"Who would do something like that?" Regina says in shock. "That's dirty politics."

"It's not important now, I'm done and I want to get this mess cleared up as soon as possible."

Regina gets closer to Robin and looks into his eyes again. Her heart broke at the fact that she knew he didn't deserve this and yet he was in the middle of a terrible hurricane. She knew what it was like to be in the self-made hell of divorce and she could only feel sympathy for him. She knew his case was a lot more complicated with his son, something she never had to do, and she can only imagine the pain and frustration he must be feeling.

She leans in and kisses him on the cheek. He looks at her in surprise and then he pulls her in for a real kiss. They stand in the kitchen, holding one another, flashing back to that kiss the night of their first date. The hunger and the passion, the sparks that flew between them. Regina held tightly to Robin, wanting to memorize his scent and the feeling of his lips on hers. He gripped her tightly, wanting to hold her and never let go.

Eventually, Regina steps back and clears her throat.

"Uh… Roland wants to see his Daddy before he goes to sleep."

"Oh sure," Robin says.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine," he nods before heading down the hall to where his son is staying.

Regina watches until Robin disappears from sight and then looks down at his cell phone. To her surprise, it was still unlocked. She didn't want to look for the fear of being nosey, but a familiar name caught her attention. She saw the Z and knew immediately who Robin had been talking to and who had used those dirty tactics to win the case.

ZELENA

Here's chapter 62. Don't worry the next Emma chapter is coming. Stay Tuned!