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Chapter Fifteen

The Man who can't be moved

"And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet"

It's only taken him half a year, but he had finally gotten his life together. Well, most of it. He's not completely, totally repaired, and he doubts that he ever will, but he's getting better, he's gotten better. All he needs now is Regina.

Ah, Regina.

He still remembers that moment she's walked out on him and had taken the flight out of London to get her life together, too, it seems. It had hurt then and it still hurts now, but at least he knows that she is right—it is for the best. They have relied on each other too much that they had forgotten who they really are outside of their relationship, forgotten how to be happy without the other. But now, now, he knows how to be. Though, he must admit that there is that perpetual hole in his heart that she used to fill, he does feel like he can live, knows that he had lived without her.

It doesn't mean that she's not the missing piece to his happiness, to his life, to his soul, because she is.

She still is.

She always will be.

And that's why he is here now, on a flight back to New York to surprise her, and show her that he deserves her, once more, that they can make this work, that they could be together again and this time it'll be forever.

He's under no illusion that it will be easy, time still has passed and things have happened since, but he knows that they can make it. They are still two people woven from the same fabric, still two halves of one soul, and he knows that deep inside, her heart still beats for him the same way his heart beats for her.

He loves her so much, oh god, and he truly cannot wait to see her again.

Today is the day.

...

Today is the day.

Mary Margaret has told her that today is the day. Of course, she'd known that Robin is coming home, he'd told her himself, but he hadn't told her when, and she supposes it's a surprise. But when MM knows, secrets really aren't a thing.

But no matter how she's found out, the point is Robin is coming home.

And really, Regina can feel her heart bursting in her chest, threatening to just jump right out of it, and she's so excited and anxious to the point that she feels nauseous. It has definitely been so long. It's been six months, eight days and twenty something hours since she'd last seen him, since she'd walked out on him and took the plane back to New York. She'd asked for space and she'd gotten it. Though they still sometimes managed to talk through emails or phone calls, Robin had given her a wide berth, had even urged her to go out on a date that Mary Margaret had set her up with (though she'd heard him grit his teeth and the angry clenching of his jaw). That date had ended up in a disaster, and had only made her miss Robin more.

She doesn't really regret it, going back to New York and finding herself, letting him find himself too. It is good for them, probably the best decision they've made. Not only had she found peace in herself and happiness that had not relied on Robin, she'd found out how much she loves him too. And it's odd, twisted, even , that she has that realization but it's the truth. She's realized that while she can live without Robin, she doesn't want to. She wants to be with him, wants him to be in her life because he puts more colors into it, makes her happier, makes her be more herself.

She misses him. God she misses him so much.

And she loves him. Loves him more than she can ever put to words.

And now, in a few more hours, his plane will be landing and she can finally, finally hold him again.

...

The last few hours of his flight is a complete torture. It seems as though Regina is so near yet so far, and god all he wants right then is to hold her, hold her in his arms and never let her go.

He hopes that his friends have gotten done what he's asked him to do. If he's going to do this, after all, then it has to be something big. Besides, he knows that Mary Margaret cannot keep a secret to save her life, so he has one shot at surprising the woman he loves, then this is it.

He smiles as he leans back into his chair, imagining the look on her face.

He really cannot wait to see her.

...

His flight is delayed. Or that's what they all tell her. He'd be coming in, but he won't be until the next day, and that had disappointed her, but she's consoled herself with the fact that he's on his way. But she isn't as good at hiding her disappointment as she's initially thought, because Tink and Mary Margaret had picked up on it and had asked her out to have drinks with them just so she doesn't wallow in her sadness. They'd gone with David and the guys: Killian, Will and John.

Begrudgingly, she's accepted. Though of course, they'd bring her to where she's first met Robin, making her remember him more and miss him more. But she can't do anything. There isn't much to do until Robin's finally home, to be honest, and even then she won't know how everything will play out. So will they move back in together? Will they pick up where they left off? There seems to be a mutual understanding between them that what they have is forever and that they will get back together once they sort things out...but how far back will they be in terms of starting over?

She doesn't really know.

Maybe they'll play it by ear.

"Earth to Regina!" Tink says while waving a hand in front of her face. Regina snaps out of her reverie and looks up at her friends. "You're so far away, where have you been?"

Regina shakes her head and looks down. Lost in thought, she'd been, but dare she say where her thoughts led her?

"You're wondering how far you're going to start over with Robin aren't you?" Tink asks with a knowing smirk (it greets her when she whips her head up in surprise). There are days that she wonders if Tink is a seer or a fairy or something of that sort.

"Get out of my mind, moth," she snaps, rolling her eyes. But she does wonder.

"Maybe take it slow," Mary Margaret replies, adding her two cents, and though Regina appreciates it, it doesn't really help.

How slow is slow?

"I'm afraid to fuck it up again," Regina admits to them as she bites down on her lip. "We've been far apart so much that I just want this to work this time."

Tink places a hand atop hers, squeezing slightly for comfort. She responds with a weak smile.

"You've spent so much time apart to be spending even more," is all that Tink says, but somehow, it rings clearer.

...

There she is.

He can see her with her back turned to him, on the same table she's been sitting in on their first meeting. She's looking so gorgeous, her hair longer than the last he'd seen her. She looks so anxious, and he wonders briefly if she knows he's coming. But then only Killian and Will knows, and he's asked them to bring her at the bar they'd first met without telling her that his flight is not really delayed.

His heart pumps so fast and so loud inside his chest that he fears it might burst, but every step he takes is one step closer to her, and suddenly nothing matters but her.

He watches as Mary Margaret's eyes widen, and Tink's smile broaden before he's caught up in the dark eyes that he's been dreaming of for so long, because she's suddenly turning, turning until she's facing him, and he's forgotten where he is or what he's doing, only knows that he's staring into the eyes he knows he is born to gaze into.

"Robin," she whispers as she shoots up from her chair, almost stumbling as she makes her way to him. There are tears in her eyes and he could feel his cheeks dampen.

Oh god, this moment is glorious.

"Regina," he whispers as his arms open for her the moment she catapults herself into them.

There aren't words to describe this moment, or to use right at that time, yet he finds them, and he whispers them into her ears:

"I love you, Regina, god I love you," he says, making her sob as he wraps his arms around her shaking form. He knows her emotions have overwhelmed her and words have escaped her, and they both look like a right mess, but there is nothing more beautiful than this moment where they are both finally, finally, standing in each other's arms.

"I missed you," she murmurs as she pulls back just enough to look him in the eyes.

He leans his forehead on hers and kisses her nose, a light peck, just a reassurance that he's really here. "And I, you, my love," he tells her, for he has. He's missed her so much.

Suddenly, all the doubts that filled him while he made his way here fled his mind. It doesn't really matter what happens from here on, whether they move back in together right away or wait three more months to do so, whether they pick up where they left off or go back from the start.

It doesn't really matter.

What matters is that they're doing it the best way: together.

Fin

I might add a PROPER smut chapter, We'll see how motivated I am. But for now, adieu! Thanks for reading!