"Anniversary"
Most people went away for Memorial Day weekend. Robin had mentioned a few possibilities for them to escape to for the long weekend. There was a trip to Cape Cod, a getaway to New York City and a retreat to Myrtle Beach. All sounded wonderful. There was just one problem.
Regina Mills wasn't most people.
No, she was a successful executive at a top-rated advertising company. An executive with a major client whose compound was due to open after Memorial Day, in time for summer.
Her part had technically started a few months earlier. She was in charge of the campaign for the Humbert Wildlife Educational Center and had promoted their summer camps as soon as she could to compete with the other camps. Jane raved about their campaign, which featured children dressed up as animals with the slogan "Let your inner animal free," and said enrollment far exceeded their expectations for their first year.
Yet she and her team couldn't relax. They were needed to help with the Humbert Wildlife Preserve's grand opening. Zelena led the campaign for that but Gold wanted them to put on a unified front. So her getaway with Robin had to wait.
"We'll go after the grand opening," she promised. "Wherever you want. Maybe for our anniversary?"
"I just want to be with you," he told her, pulling her into his arms. "Wherever, whenever."
She wanted nothing more than to lay somewhere with Robin, letting him kiss her stress away. Especially after having to work so closely with Zelena. They were two headstrong and ambitious women so they had clashed from day one. Working this close was draining her.
Regina stormed into her office, making Mary Margaret jump. Her assistant frowned. "Another fight with Zelena?"
"The campaign her team put together is fine. There's no need to overhaul it nor the time." Regina blew out in exasperation.
"And she won't listen to reason?"
"It's Zelena," Regina stressed before sighing. "She's going to complain to Gold. Hopefully he can get through to her."
Mary Margaret nodded. "Do you need me to do anything?"
"Just…hold my calls for a half hour. I'm just going to take a breather at my desk," she replied, entering her office.
Regina sagged in her chair, looking at her computer. She had a realtor's website up, still looking for a place she and Robin could move into together. They were leaning toward staying in Avalon for now and just getting a bigger apartment for the two of them. But every so often, she liked to check any listings for houses.
Her widened and she sat up as a familiar house appeared on her screen: a half Cape Cod painted blue with white shutters. She had admired it from afar for years, wishing it would be hers. And now it was for sale.
It had to be a sign.
She picked up her phone, waiting for her love's voice to come over the other end. "What did Zelena do now?" he asked.
"A lot," she replied, "but it's not why I'm calling. My dream house is for sale."
"Really?"
"Yes. I know we've agreed on an apartment here in Avalon and it is out of our agreed budget range…"
"Regina, breathe," he instructed. "It's your dream house. We can at least look at it."
She smiled, her heart speeding up. "Really?"
"Of course. You've stalked it so long, you deserve to at least see the inside once."
"Very funny," she said. "You're lucky you are being very sweet."
He chuckled. "So, is there an open house listed?"
Clicking around, she nodded before remembering they were on the phone. "This Saturday afternoon."
"It's a date. We can even go to the Muffin Man afterward."
"Oh, I see. You just want pastries."
"It's a bonus. Do you want to drive or should I?"
Regina thought about it. "You can. If you don't mind…"
"Of course not. Now, try not to let Zelena get to you. Okay?"
"I will. Thanks," she said, feeling much light than she had a half hour ago. Robin always had that effect on her and she loved it.
She felt like a child on her way to Disney World, bouncing in her seat. Beside her, Robin chuckled. "Is this why you wanted me to drive?"
"Pretty much," she admitted. "We want to get there in one piece, right?"
He nodded. "Good point. Though you may want to calm down before we get there."
"Why? They probably know I've stalked their house for years. Might as well embrace the crazy."
"You're not crazy. Passionate, yes. Determined, yes. Beautiful, absolutely. But not crazy. If you want this house, put your best foot forward."
She gaped at him, the meaning of his words sinking in. "You would be okay with buying a house? I thought we agreed to wait a few years?"
"We did," he said, glancing at her with a smile. "But it's not every day your dream house goes on the market."
"Thank you," she said, leaning back in her seat. She would soon stand in the house she had coveted so long. That alone seemed like a dream come true.
And she was glad she was sharing it with Robin.
The realtor was a woman about Regina's and Robin's ages with blonde hair pulled back. She wore a crisp black pant suit with a blue shirt under the jacket and her smile was almost blinding as Regina walked up to the house hand-in-hand with Robin.
"Welcome," she said, standing in the open doorway. "Looking for your first home as a couple or a home to start a family in?"
Robin glanced at Regina, giving her a heart-fluttering smirk before looking back at the realtor. "Both, I guess."
To Regina's disbelief, the woman's smile grew wider and brighter. "Wonderful! This might be the perfect place for you. Come on in. I'm Helga, by the way."
Robin introduced himself and Regina as they followed her past a little hallway and into the living room. Helga turned to face them. "There's plenty of room for an active family to play and live here. The current owners raised four boys here and the house survived. And it's also peaceful enough that you can find me time down here as well."
"Why are the owners moving?" Regina asked, curious as to why anyone would give up this house. Especially when she was already redecorating the room in her mind to reflect herself and Robin. If she owned this house, they would have to pry it from her cold dead hands.
"Oh, it's a bit sad," Helga replied. "The owners were married almost fifty years when he passed suddenly. So she decided to move down south to be closer to one of her sons."
Robin wrapped his arm around Regina. "Sounds like there was a lot of love here."
"There was. Please follow me," she said, leading them into the next room.
Regina's mouth fell open as they entered the spacious kitchen. A stainless steel stove was the centerpiece of the room, surrounded by matching cabinets and counters. The fridge sat against one wall and a long table was on the other side, right by the door leading out to the backyard. Robin went to check it out as Helga slid up to Regina. "The previous owners love to cook."
"I can tell."
"How about you and your husband?"
Regina flushed. "We're not married. Or engaged. Just looking to move in together. And yes, we like to cook."
"Well, this is the perfect place for that," Helga said, ignoring Regina's awkwardness about her relationship status.
Nodding, Regina looked around. While it was a gorgeous kitchen that looked like something out of a cooking show, it just didn't feel right to her. "Would it be possible for us to remodel the kitchen?"
Helga looked confused but kept smiling. "Of course. But why would you?"
"Yeah," Robin said, coming to stand by her. "Why?"
"I prefer wood. More homey," she replied, smiling at him.
He wrapped his arm around her waist as the realtor decided to move on. "Do you want to see the yard?"
"Yes," both said, excited as they followed her outside.
It was a nice sized and had been well maintained. A small patio was right outside the kitchen door, having enough room for a barbeque. Five steps led down to a concrete slab where they could set up a table for when they had guests over. Or when they wanted to eat outside, to enjoy the vast green lawn surrounded by a wooden fence.
"This is a perfect place for parties, for children and for a dog," Helga said. "And that's not including the strip on the side of the house or the front lawn. All these places would be a perfect spot for a garden."
Regina brightened at the mention of a garden. She had had one growing up at her parents' house that she had tended to for years but life in the city had made it difficult to continue her love of gardening. How she would love to get dirty and grow her own vegetables again! Maybe she could even plant some flowers as well.
"I think you've caught her attention," Robin said with a chuckle.
Helga smiled. "I hope I keep it as I show you the second floor."
Regina held onto Robin's hand tighter as they examined the bedrooms. There were three and a full bathroom. "There is a fourth bedroom in the attic," Helga explained. "I believe they did that for their eldest son. There is still plenty of room up there, but you can always undo it if need be."
Though it felt odd to enter someone else's bedroom, Regina stepped into the master bedroom and took a deep breath. Sunlight poured in through the large window and she crossed to it, looking at out on the street below. A few children played basketball while some of the neighbors did lawn work. It looked like something out of an old-fashioned family show.
Robin wrapped his arms around her. "Well? What do you think?"
"I think it's perfect," she whispered.
Helga hung out in the doorway. "Is there anything else?"
"Not at this time," Robin said. "We'll be in touch. Thank you."
With his arm wrapped around her, Robin guided Regina out of the house as another couple approached the front door. She paused, looking at the house. "It was even better than I imagined."
"I'm glad." He tugged on her hand. "You can reminisce over the strudel at the Muffin Man."
A few nights later, she opened her door to the smell of roasted chicken and she smiled. Robin sat at her table, the laptop she had bought him for Valentine's Day open and papers spread out before him. She approached him, kissing his hair. Brought some work home?"
"No," he replied, looking at one piece of paper. "Do you have your bank statements?"
"Why do you need those?" She opened her laptop though to retrieve the information he wanted.
Robin smiled. "Sorry, that did deserve an explanation. I called Helga today and asked about the asking price. It's not as steep as I thought a house in that condition with that much property would be so I'm trying to assess our financial situation."
Her heart fluttered at the word "our" before she realized what he really was saying. "You want to make an offer on the house?"
"Of course," he said, eyes twinkling. "It's your dream house."
"My dream house. I don't want you to feel obligated to like it because I do." She sat down, taking his hand.
He laced their fingers together. "It's perfect, Regina. That yard, all that space, we'll be able to grow there."
She moved to his lap, kissing him. Her fingers combed through his hair, scratching his scalp. A soft moan escaped his mouth as he pulled away. "That feels good."
"So now I'm a head scratcher?" she teased.
He chuckled. "A very beautiful one."
"Flattery is not going to get you out of this. Now check on your chicken while I go change." Regina gave him a quick kiss before hopping off his lap.
She headed into her room, shaking her head when she saw Robin's work pants crumpled on her floor. Regina picked them up and tossed them into her hamper. There was a mix of their clothes in there already she figured she should do a load that weekend. It was mundane but she loved that she was doing their laundry.
Robin appeared in the doorway. "Dinner will be ready soon. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just lost in fantasy again. Imagining doing laundry at our house," she said, hugging him.
He chuckled. "How perfectly domestic."
"Agreed." She let go and gave him a gentle shove. "Go and watch dinner. I'll be right out."
Once she was in more comfortable clothes, Regina returned to the kitchen. Robin had turned her laptop to face him and was looking intently at the screen. She knew he was looking at whatever he needed to figure out if they could afford the house.
Guilt surged through her and she busied herself with serving dinner. Robin had taken out the chicken and she carved it, placing a leg on a plate for him before putting some pieces of white meat on hers. He had also roasted some potatoes as well and she quickly made a salad to round out their meal.
Carrying the plates into the little are she had turned into a dining room, she smiled. "Care to make some room?"
"What?" He glanced up, confused. A few seconds later, his eyes cleared and he grew sheepish. "Oh, right. Give me a moment."
Robin gathered his papers up before moving their laptops to her coffee table. He returned to take his plate from her. "Sorry."
"It's okay." She sat down. "Robin, I don't want to put a strain on you. If we can't afford the house, it's okay."
"We can afford it and get a good mortgage."
"But still…"
He held up his hand before handing her one of his papers. "Take a look for yourself."
Regina took the sheet and glanced over the numbers, realizing with a jolt that she and Robin had similar totals in their accounts. He had always told her Sherwood did a good business and that he could afford some fine things for her, but here it was in black and white for her to see. "Oh."
"I really moved into John's flat because I didn't want to be alone after breaking up with Marian," Robin explained, taking her hand. "And it helped me save a bit, just for this moment. So stop worrying."
She smiled. "We're really doing this?"
"Yes. I have a recommendation for someone who can help us make an offer and negotiate."
"Good. I just hope this opening doesn't consume all my time. Not when we're so close."
"Close to the opening or getting our dream house?
"Dream house," she replied before giggling. "I feel like Barbie."
He smirked. "I assure you I'm not Ken."
"I don't know. I can see some resemblance."
"Not where it matters." He wiggled his eyebrows.
She threw her napkin at him. "You are incorrigible, Robin Locksley."
"You love me."
"Always," she replied, taking his hand as she smiled at him.
His smile softened from teasing to adoring. "I can't wait to eat with you and tease you and laugh with you in our house."
"How perfectly domestic," she repeated, affection in every word.
Regina's life became a whirlwind as June approached. She felt like she hardly saw her apartment or Robin's. Every waking moment seemed spent inside her office, locked away with her team as well as Zelena's.
"Can I see the guest list Graham sent over?" she asked Zelena one day. She had long lost track of them.
Zelena scowled. "What for?"
"Let me just see it."
"No," Zelena snapped. "Not unless you tell me why."
Regina gritted her teeth. "Fine. I want to make sure you didn't leave someone off."
"You don't trust me?"
"I think you know the answer to that."
Zelena jumped up, angry. "I don't need you here. I am perfectly capable of handling this on my own!"
"Obviously not!" Regina stood, glaring at her colleague. Their teams sat between them, holding their breaths.
The door opened and Gold limped in, no doubt slamming his cane down for added emphasis. He glared between Zelena and Regina. "If you two insist on acting like children than I will send you to timeout. Take a half hour."
With one last glare at Zelena, Regina stalked to her office. She stopped short when she saw her chairs pushed aside to accommodate a large green checkered picnic blanket. Two wine glasses rested next to her favorite red wine and were surrounded by two chicken Caesar salads.
Robin stepped into her line of sight, smiling. "Surprise!"
"You did this for me?" Tears pricked his eyes—she had to be beyond exhausted to be so emotional.
He kissed her, rubbing her back as well. "I know you've been busy. And tense because of Zelena. So rather than bringing you to dinner, I'm bringing dinner to you. I can make sure you eat and spend what little time you have together."
"I don't deserve you," she whispered, cupping his cheek. His scruff tickled her palm.
"You did the same for me." He kissed her palm. "Remember?"
She nodded, recalling the time she brought him a tray of lasagna she had made and sitting in his office eating it with him to make ensure he ate that day. "Okay, maybe we need each other."
"That's why we're moving in together," Robin replied, leading her to the blanket.
Regina knelt down, accepting the wine glass from Robin. "I'm sorry I'm not much help with that. How's it going?"
"Okay. Our offer has been submitted but there are a few others on the house. The owner is weighing them but we might have to go higher. So how high are you willing to go?"
She swallowed her bites of chicken. "I thought we agreed on that. Unless you want to go higher?"
"It's your call," he told her.
She sighed, shaking her head. "It may be my dream house, but we shouldn't go deep into debt for it."
"Well, then we'll just have to keep our fingers crossed. Agreed?" He held out his wine glass.
"Agreed," she said, clinking her glass with his before taking a sip.
By the time they were finished, she was ready to face Zelena again. Robin certainly was a miracle worker.
Regina's days ran together, all of them a blur. She got up early, went straight to the office, worked until nightfall, returned home and collapsed into bed. Robin did his best to see her and she always took a few moments to call him, taking it as time to stop and breathe. Her work had killed other relationships and so she made the extra effort with him, determined to make it last.
All her work, though, meant her dream house had none of her attention. Robin mentioned a few things about it every so often but nothing stuck. Her mind was only full of things pertaining to Graham's opening and she hoped that one it was over, she could get some sleep and then focus on getting the house.
There was a light at the end of the tunnel, though. On a beautiful June day, the Humbert Wildlife Preserve and Educational Center had its grand opening. It went off without a hitch and was well attended, especially by a large collection of Avalon dignitaries. Gold basked in the attention while Graham and Jane showered Regina and Zelena in praise. Zelena preened in the spotlight and Regina allowed her her moment, relieved the hard part was over.
Regina returned to her office, sliding out of her heels and putting on the flats she had left there. She rubbed the back of her neck as Gold knocked on her door. "Good job today," he said.
"Thank you. It's been a few crazy weeks," she replied.
He nodded. "Go home and take the rest of the week off. See you on Monday."
As Gold limped away, excitement filled Regina. A long weekend meant a chance to finally grab Robin and go someplace romantic where they could be alone. Maybe there was a nice bed and breakfast nearby they could go to and just stay in bed for a few days.
Regina moved her mouse, deciding to look one up before she left. The screen blinked to life, revealing the real estate site with her dream house. As the screen refreshed, her heart sank and her good mood evaporated. The house was grayed out and the word "sold" was written across it in red letters.
She was too late.
Her plans for a getaway with Robin were forgotten as bitter disappointment flooded her. Downhearted, she powered down her computer and dismissed Mary Margaret for the week as well. She tried to look happy as she told the newlywed to enjoy time with her husband but had a feeling she didn't fool her at all.
It was confirmed when she returned to her apartment and found Robin already there, holding out his arms for her. She raced toward him, flinging herself into them. He ran his fingers through her hair. "Did the opening not go well?"
"It went fine," she said into his chest. "My dream house was sold."
"I know," he replied, tightening his hold.
She shuddered as tears began to fall and Robin rocked her. It was just a house but at the same time, it had been everything to her. For years, the house had been her future—a husband, children, soccer games, recitals, science fairs, and everything in between. Now she felt adrift, like she didn't have anything to look forward to anymore. And she told him all of this in between her sobs.
Robin tilted her chin up, making sure her eyes met his. The blue depths shone with love and adoration for her. "You trust me, Regina?"
"Of course."
"Then trust me when I say that it will all work out. You'll see." He brushed away some tears as they started to fall.
She smiled, tasting her salty tears on her tongue. Robin was her beacon whenever she let her own pessimism get her down, reminding her that the glass is really half-full. He loved her and wanted to be with her even then.
It hit her then. The house didn't represent her future. Her future was with Robin. Everything she wanted, she wanted to share it with him. And she knew he wanted to share it with her.
Regina wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, nibbling on his lower lip. He opened up, letting her tongue inside as they fell backwards onto the couch. She fisted his shirt in one hand while running her fingers through his hair as his hands slid down to her ass. He gave them a squeeze, making her moan into the kiss.
When she pulled away, his eyes were still closed and lips slightly puckered as if it took his mind a few seconds to process what had happened. He opened his eyes slowly, gazing up at her as she straddled him on the couch. "What was that for?"
"Because I love you," she replied. "And because you love me."
"I do." He tucked some loose hair behind her ear. "Are you feeling better now?"
She nodded. "I may not have my dream house but I have my dream man. And that's even better."
"You're my dream woman," he said, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "Now, all my Merry Men have been raving about the flan from this place by our office. I picked us up some so we could try it. Do you want now?"
"Flan? Yes, please," she said, almost drooling. He kissed her before hopping off the couch. As she watched him get the flan, a goofy smile spread on her face.
Oh, yes, she was definitely feeling better.
Regina woke early the next morning despite having the day off. Beside her, Robin let out soft snores as he continued to sleep. She kissed his nose before sliding out of his arms, pulling on her jersey. It was their one-year anniversary and she had something special planned for him.
She padded to her kitchen, pulling out the surprise she had managed to make during one of her precious free hours. Pumpkin spice muffins, which were out of season but she managed. Regina prepared his travel coffee mug before putting one of his presents on the table for him as she heard Robin's alarm go off.
He entered the kitchen, still tucking his green polo into his khakis. Robin smiled and kissed her. "Good morning, lovely."
"Morning. And happy anniversary." She pulled him by his shirt and kissed him.
Robin chuckled against her lips before pulling away. "Happy anniversary to you, too. Now, why aren't you getting some sleep? You've been awfully stressed lately."
"I wanted you to open your gift. Well, part of it. The other part is not yet ready, so I won't tell you what it is yet." She gave him a cheeky grin before leading him to the table. "Go ahead. Open it."
He glanced at her before sitting down to open his present. Lifting off the box cover, he pushed aside the green tissue paper and his mouth fell open. "Did you clear the Knights' out of their merchandise?" he asked, lifting up a jersey.
She giggled. "I cashed in a few favors with August and he got these for me. But I bought what's in the envelope."
Robin pulled on the Knights cap she got him before opening the envelope. His jaw went slack as blue eyes grew wide, hands shaking as he pulled out tickets. "Season tickets? For a box? Regina, this is…"
"Shh," she said, pressing her finger to his lips. "You're worth every penny. So enjoy your football games, love. And maybe even I'll go."
"I would love to see that," he replied, pulling her onto his lap. He kissed her neck, giving her pressure point a good lick.
She moaned and tugged his hair to get him to stop. "Don't start something you can't finish right away. And you can't be late for work."
He sighed. "You're right. But tonight…tonight is a different story. I took tomorrow off so we can stay up as long as we want."
"I can't wait," she replied, sliding off his lap. She picked up the bag she had packed as well as the mug. "Here's part two of your surprise. Homemade breakfast."
"You're an angel." He opened the bag and his smile deepened. "Pumpkin spiced muffins? You are an absolute angel. I am the luckiest man on earth."
Regina pulled him in for another kiss. "Now get going. Have a good day."
He saluted her with his travel mug before leaving her apartment, Knights cap still covering his thick blond locks.
At six o'clock sharp, the automatic door swished open and Regina stepped into the cold air of her local grocery store. She wore a nice blue sundress paired with a black blazer. Her hair was loose and she kept her makeup natural and light. The necklace Robin had given her back in November hung around her neck as always and she had a black clutch tucked under her arm.
In her hands was a small white card she had found in her drawer that morning. Robin's familiar handwriting instructed her to pack an overnight bag and to put it in his car. She then was to meet him at the grocery store. Though he didn't specify an aisle, she knew which one to go to—the one where they stocked the macaroni and cheese.
Robin stood in the middle of the aisle, right next to the familiar blue boxes. He had changed from his polo and khakis, now wearing a powder blue button down shirt. The navy blue he paired it with matched his slacks. She knew he had brushed his hair again but a blond lock still fell into his eyes. He didn't move it, though. One hand was clutching a rose and the other was in his pants pocket.
"Really?" she asked.
"The spot where we met. It seemed fitting." He held out the rose to her.
She grinned as she took it. "Fitting for what, exactly? What do you have planned for tonight?"
"Plenty. But first…" He took her free hand in his. "Regina, a year ago, we both did something other people would consider stupid. I asked a woman who I didn't know to my apartment because it looked like she had a bad day like me. And she agreed. We took a leap of faith that night and here we are. A year ago, I told you I had had a bad week. And I did. But it was one bad week amongst several mediocre ones. While I wasn't happy with Marian, I still felt adrift and unfulfilled after our break up.
"And then I met you. My weeks were no longer drab blurs. I had something to look forward to—seeing you. Every minute I spend with you revitalizes me and I feel more alive that I have in years. I have enjoyed every adventure we've gone on and I love just being with you, whether we're alone together on the couch or out with our friends. I never want that feeling to end."
Regina's breath hitched as Robin got down on one knee. He pulled his hand from his pocket, holding a black velvet box opened to reveal a beautiful square cut diamond on a platinum band studded with rubies and emeralds. She then met his eyes, now bluer than she had ever seen them and shining with love. His voice shook as he finished: "Regina Mary Mills, will you let me have the privilege of spending the rest of my life with you? Will you marry me?"
Tears blurred her vision and a lump formed in her throat. Yet she still managed to croak out: "Yes."
Around them, shoppers clapped and cheered as Robin slid the ring on her left ring finger. He rose, scooping her up into his arms for a passionate kiss. She dimly registered wolf whistles as she held on tightly, her hands running along his hair as they continued to kiss.
He set her down on her feet, smiling like the idiot in love they both were. "Are you ready for the second part of our anniversary celebration?"
"Yes, though I have no clue why I needed an overnight bag," she said, laughing.
"You'll see." He winked as he took her hand, leading her back to his car. Robin stopped before opening the door, pulling out a black cloth. "But first, you need to put this on."
She stared at him in disbelief. "You're seriously going to blindfold me?"
Robin nodded. "Our final destination is a surprise. And I don't want you figuring it out before we get there. So the blindfold is going on."
"Fine," she said with a huff. As he tied it around her eyes, she smiled. "I'll just have to get you back tonight for this."
She heard him swallow. "If you keep talking like that, we'll never get there."
"Is that a bad thing?" Regina let him lead her to the car and help her into her seat. She felt him buckle her in, his strong body hovering over hers and his hair so close to her nose.
He pulled away. "Yes. Trust me when I say you will want to see this surprise."
After closing her door and getting in on the driver's side, the car started up and began moving. Regina leaned back. "Can I get some clues?"
"No."
"Fine," she huffed. "Then tell me about your day."
"Well, I've learned Will and Merida should never be on the same team. They feed off each other," he said.
"How so?"
He sighed. "They geared up and raced each other to the top of the trees we needed to trim. Will got stuck up there and Merida ended up tangled up in her gear. It took us over an hour of work time to get them down."
"And they're okay?" When assured her they were, she burst out laughing.
When she recovered, he said: "I love hearing you laugh."
"I laugh better with you." It was mushy and something Mary Margaret would say, not her. But it was also the truth.
She toyed with her ring. "I love my ring. Did you design it yourself?"
"I did," he replied, proud. "And it was approved by almost everyone we know—your parents, my grandparents, Mary Margaret, Will, Tuck, even Zelena."
That surprised her. "Zelena?"
"Yeah. Mary Margaret, August, Belle and Ana were looking at a picture of it and I guess she entered the room. She looked over the ring and said she approved. Go figure."
"Well, then, I'm so glad you were very diligent." She reached out and took her fiancé's hand. The word made her giddy.
After a few turns, Robin put the car in park and turned it off. "Hold tight and I'll come get you out."
"Don't really have much of a choice," she replied when he opened the door again. She felt him chuckle as he unbuckled her and leaned forward, nibbling on his ear.
He shuddered, his breath hitching as he said: "Please, please don't do that. We're so close."
Robin helped her out of the car, guiding her a few steps away from the car. It felt like she was walking on grass and she wondered where he had taken her. They stopped and his hands started to undo the blindfold. "Surprise!"
She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of twilight. Before stood the blue half Cape with white shutters, its gold 108 gleaming in the porch light. Regina frowned, turning to Robin. "What is going on?"
"You were so upset yesterday, I almost broke down and told you. I knew the house was sold because we bought it." He held up a set of silver keys on a simple keychain. "It's our house now."
It took a few moments for it to sink in but once it did, she began to tremble. Warmth spread throughout her as tears pricked her eyes. "You bought the house?"
"Technically, yes. But as far as I'm concerned, we bought this house."
"You are the most amazing man on this planet." She threw her arms around him and held on tightly. "And I am so, so lucky to call you mine."
He ran his fingers through her hair. "Happy anniversary, Regina."
Releasing her, he took her hand again. "The previous owner is almost all moved out. She's left a few boxes in the living room that her son will pick up over the weekend. Otherwise, it's ours. That's why I asked you to pack an overnight bag. I thought we could spend our first night as an engaged couple in our new house."
"That sounds perfect," she said, hugging him again. "But we don't have a bed."
"Yeah, I took a half day today along with Tuck. We set up everything here, including an air mattress in the master bedroom."
"Everything? What else have you set up?" she asked.
"Come and I'll show you." He led her up to the front door, using the key to let them in.
It was dark inside and Robin had to use the flashlight on his phone. "We need to bring in some lamps," he said.
"We need to bring in everything," she reminded him, glancing into the living rom. Several boxes sat on the floor, just like Robin said. But otherwise, the room was empty—no couches, chairs, pictures or anything else that showed the house was lived in. They would have to add those in the coming weeks.
When they got to the kitchen, he hit the switch and the overhead lights flickered to life. Two bowls were wrapped in aluminum foil and a bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice with two bottles of beer. She smiled at Robin. "Is dinner what I think it is?"
"The only thing that made sense," he replied. "Mac and cheese with beer."
She gave him a kiss before motioning to the table-less room. "And where are we to recreate our first dinner?"
Robin grinned at her, taking her hand and opening the door to the backyard. "Out here."
White Christmas lights were strung along the fences, illuminating the area along with two Tiki torches flanking a table with a white cloth over it. Two candles flickered next to a bouquet of roses.
"This is gorgeous," she said, letting him help her down the stairs. They walked hand-in-hand to the table and he held out a chair for her.
Once she was seated, Robin pushed her in. "Wait here and I'll be right back with dinner."
"I can't wait," she replied, watching he went back to the kitchen. Their kitchen. It was theirs, along with the house and the yard. She and Robin were going to grow old together in her dream house, thanks to him.
"Bon appetit," he said, setting a bowl of mac and cheese as well as a bottle of beer. Another trip yielded his bowl and beer, allowing him to take his seat.
Regina raised her bottle, ignoring her dinner for a moment. "To you, my dear Robin. For having the cajones to ask a bitchy brunette back to your apartment for some comfort food. For then showing me what a true man looks like and loving me in a way I never expected. I have been so blessed this past year all because I have you. I love you so, so much and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you, here. Happy anniversary, darling."
"Happy anniversary, love," he said, clinking his bottle with hers. "Though I thought we'd toast each other later with the champagne."
She shrugged. "This seems more appropriate. And I decided to tell you about the rest of your gift."
"You gave me season tickets to the Knights," Robin said. "I think that's more than enough."
"You bought me a house." She waved her hand toward the structure.
"Well, as far as I'm concerned, we bought the house." He then frowned. "I hope you don't think you have to give the same. Amounts don't matter."
She sighed. "I know, I know. I guess I'm not making myself clear. Remember how I said there was a part that wasn't ready yet? When we were in England, your grandmother showed me the bedroom set she kept stored in the basement."
"The beautiful mahogany one?" He perked up, eyes lighting up.
"Yes," she said, feeling giddy. "Grandma Ellie said she and your grandfather always wanted you to have it. So I had it shipped over from England and its being restored."
Robin kissed her hand. "That is perfect. We can put it right into our master bedroom."
"We'll need to get a mattress and sheets for it."
He nodded before laughing. "This is such a domestic conversation and I love it."
"Me too," she agreed, laughing as well. "And we're going to be having lots more of them in the future."
"I can't wait." He beamed at her before turning back to his mac and cheese.
When they finished their dinner, Robin refused to let her help clean up. "There is still dessert and that is a surprise," he told her.
She rolled her eyes but stayed put, watching him disappear into the house. He emerged a few minutes later with two plates, a pink box she recognized as being from The Muffin Man, the bottle of champagne and two flutes. She watched him, concerned. "Are you sure you don't need any help?"
"I got it," he insisted. But she held out her hands, not happy until he gave her the plates and glasses.
Robin set down the box and opened it, revealing two slices of cheesecake inside. He then popped open the champagne, pouring them both generous amounts. After handing her a flute, he raised his to her. "To you, the future Mrs. Locksley."
"And to you, the future Mr. Mills." She chuckled as she clinked her glass against his before taking a large sip.
Robin handed her a slice, looking pensive. "You know I wouldn't mind if you didn't change your name, right?"
"Of course," she said, taking his hand. "But I'm not making any decisions now. This is something that requires serious thought."
He nodded. "Well, whatever you decide, I'll support you. Now, enjoy your cheesecake."
Regina laughed, picking up her fork and digging into the piece in front of her.
They cleaned up, leaving their dishes to dry on a towel laid out over the counter. It still felt weird to use the dishwasher as they hadn't moved in yet.
Regina leaned against the counter, watching as Robin turned off the lights outside. "Let's leave those up," she said. "I liked how they looked."
"Me too. What about the Tiki torches? Yay or nay?"
"That's a domestic conversation for another day." She pushed off the counter, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I believe you said something about an air mattress upstairs?"
He chuckled. "Yes, I did. I thought we could christen our new house tonight. You could wear whatever is in that black box I saw in your hamper yesterday."
"You went through my dirty laundry?"
"I've been putting mine in there for months, lovely," he reminded her. "So it probably wasn't the best hiding spot."
She chuckled, nodding. "You're probably right. Well, give me a chance to get upstairs and then wait five minutes before coming up yourself."
"As milady wishes." He pulled her close for a quick kiss followed by a bump of their noses.
Regina left his embrace and hurried upstairs. Despite being in the house only once, she knew her way to the master bedroom. She flipped on the one lamp Robin had brought over and found their overnight bags sitting next to the air mattress. Opening her bag, she grabbed the black box he had mentioned and began changing.
She heard his steps on the staircase as she positioned herself in the doorway, leaning against it in a come hither way. Robin stopped, his eyes raking over her crimson bra and lacy panties. He licked his lips. "I always love your surprises."
"You love taking my surprises off me." She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing along his jaw.
Robin picked her up, his strong arms under her ass. He carried her over to the air mattress and they fell onto it together. She laughed and he kissed her shoulder. "I love that sound."
"I love you." She pressed her left hand against his cheek, smiling when she saw her engagement ring again.
He kissed the underside of her wrist before removing her ring, placing it back in the box. "For safekeeping," he told her.
"What else do you have planned?" She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off him.
As she ran her hands over his muscled arms, he kissed her neck. "Nothing but your pleasure," he told her.
"Don't forget your own," she reminded him, kissing him again.
He rolled down her panties over her smooth legs, calloused fingertips grazing over her olive skin before gripping her hips gently. "In good time, lovely. First, I'm going to focus on you."
"You just like going down on…" Her statement gave way to a throaty moan as Robin gave her clit a broad lick.
He licked and sucked at her sensitive nub as she reached for something to grab onto. She pushed the pillows off and could get purchase on the sheets Robin used, so she could only grab onto his hair instead. Praying she didn't hurt him, her hips began to buck as he slid a finger inside her.
"Robin," she moaned as he curled his finger. He brushed her g-spot before withdrawing the digit, leaving her wanting more.
He chuckled, his lips vibrating against her clit and making her toes curl. "All in time," he assured her again.
"Speed it up," she panted. "I can't take much more."
"Patience." He continued to lap at her but inserted two fingers this time, curling them to hit her spot over and over.
She moaned as each stroke brought her higher as warmth filled her, starting to boil in her veins. Yelling out his name, her orgasm crashed over her and he let her ride it out on his fingers as he muttered romantic nonsense to her.
They laid sprawled on the air mattress, sideways with their legs hanging off it and her toes curling into the carpeting. Regina lay on her back while he was on his stomach. One arm lay across her chest, his face resting in the crook of her neck. She carded her fingers through his dam hair, kissing her forehead. "I love your tongue," she said.
He chuckled. "So you're marrying me for my tongue."
"Pretty much." Regina ran her hand down his back, fingers ghosting along his spine. She squeezed one of his ass cheeks, making him chuckle. His hot breath hit her neck, making her squirm.
Undeterred, she slid her hand until she could wrap it around his cock. She glided it up and down his shaft, making him shudder as he kissed her neck. "You don't need a few more moments?" he asked her.
She chuckled. "Do you? Have I worn you out after only a year?"
He lifted his head, giving her a wounded look. "I am perfectly capable of continuing, thank you."
"Prove it," she challenged, picking up her speed. She flicked his tip with her thumb for good measure.
Robin closed his eyes, swallowing. "How do you want it?"
"Take me from behind."
"What?" His eyes popped open, questions in his eyes. "Are you sure?"
She nodded. "You love my ass. And it'll be something new."
He kissed her, sitting up on his haunches next to the mattress. "If you're sure, then I'm game. Roll over."
Excited, she turned until she was on her knees. It had been some time since she had sex this way and if she was honest, she had wanted to do this with Robin for some time. She retrieved one of the pillows to help prop her up as she waited for him.
Robin ran a hand over her ass, giving it a light slap. "You're right. I do love your ass."
He slid his hand around her waist while he brought the other up to her breast. As he rolled her nipple between his fingers as his other hand cupped her sex. "Still so hot and wet."
"You did a good job," she said, breath hitching as he tweaked her nipple.
"Glad you approve." He trailed hot kisses along her spine as his finger pressed against her clit.
She moaned as he rubbed circles on her sensitive nub while twisting her other nipple between his fingers. His lips reached her shoulder before ghosting along her ear. "My beautiful love," he purred.
"Keep it up and I'll come before you enter…" She moaned again.
"That's okay, lovely." He kissed the spot behind her ear. "And be as loud as you want. The walls here are much thicker and the neighbors further away. No audience here."
"Stop talking and just fuck me."
He chuckled before she felt his tip at her entrance. She closed her eyes as he slid inside, filling her completely. As his fingers continued teasing her clit, his other hand dropped to her stomach for support. They took a few moments to adjust before he began moving inside her again.
She gripped the edge of the bed as an intense feeling of pleasure racked her body. It was nothing she had ever experience before with every fiber of her being tingling. Her heart pounded in time to thrusts. "Oh, fuck," she yelled.
"Good," he moaned, biting down on her shoulder. "Though I think you can get louder. Scream for me."
Regina didn't think it was possible. Her breaths were coming out in short pants and her throat felt scratchy. She didn't think her voice could work. Not when her attention was drawn deep inside herself, at the heat curling low as Robin continued to hit her g-spot and stimulate her clit in unison. All she could do was whine his name.
He cupped her breast again, tweaking her nipple as her body shuddered. Robin's hot breaths hit her slick skin in quick puffs as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room. "So close, lovely," he whispered.
Robin adjusted his angle and she screamed, her throat feeling raw. Warmth flooded her veins and her bones turned to jelly as her body shook with her second orgasm. She collapsed against the mattress as he groaned with his own release.
He rolled her over, brushing her damp hair from her eyes. "Amazing," he gasped.
"So were you," she rasped. She kissed his forehead. "This has been an amazing year."
"Yes, it has. And we have many more ahead of us. For now, though, sleep." He lifted her up, shifting their bodies until they were lying properly on the mattress. Robin then pulled a thin sheet over their flushed bodies. "Good night, lovely."
"Wait. Can we cuddle?" She felt electrified, too jittery to sleep.
He smiled, pulling her into his arms. She curled against him, entwining their legs. Robin kissed her forehead as he ran his fingers up and down her arm. "Are you happy?"
"Stupidly so," she replied, twirling one of his chest hairs around her finger. "Are you?"
"The same." He tilted her chin up and kissed her.
Regina sighed into the kiss and pressed herself closer to him. She rested her palm flat against his chest, feeling his heart beating. They continued to exchange languid kisses until sleep claimed them for its own at last.
In the morning, Robin dressed and went out to The Muffin Man to pick them up some breakfast. She hopped in the shower, making notes about what she wanted to change once they were moved in for good. A new shower curtain and rugs were top of her list.
She changed and slid her engagement ring onto her finger. Regina smiled as she toyed with it, a fresh wave of excitement flooding through her at the thought of becoming Robin's wife. She was getting everything she wanted—the house, the man and she knew somewhere down the line, the children. It was perfect.
Regina wandered down into the kitchen and spied a white envelope bearing her name on one of the counters. She smiled, wondering what Robin had in store for her now. But when she really studied the handwriting, it was bigger and more feminine than his.
The only place to sit was still outside so she took the envelope to the table, enjoying the early June morning. She pulled out a folded up piece of paper and found a letter addressed to here there.
Dear Regina,
I know who you are. My son looked you up and I recognized you immediately. I have seen you standing across the street admiring our house. My dear Kevin used to jokingly call you our house's number one fan. So I knew there was no one else I could sell my house to but you.
Kevin and I had over four decades of love, happiness, sadness, fights, kisses, hugs and everything in between in this house. Now it's your turn. If you love this house as much as I think you do, then I know you are someone who loves deeply. And given how he is bending over backwards to get this house for you, it seems you have found a man who loves the same way you do. Don't let him go.
So my house now becomes yours. Live your life and love as fiercely as you can. And above all, be happy.
Yours,
Gladys Hubbard
Regina folded up the letter with a smile, though she wondered what the woman meant about Robin bending over backwards to get the house. She would ask him about it later, she decided. For now, she was going to enjoy this day with the man she was going to marry.
"Ahh, there you are," he said, coming down the stairs into the yard. One hand clutched a bag from The Muffin Man while his other held onto a tray with two coffees. He approached her, giving her a kiss. "Good morning, lovely."
"Good morning. I was just enjoying our backyard," she said, hiding the envelope.
He grinned. "You know when I fell in love with this house myself? When I stood at the door and looked out over this yard. I saw us getting married here and knew we belonged here."
"I think this will be a perfect place to get married," she said, smiling as another thrill ran through her. "And I know when we should get married."
"Oh? Do tell." Robin sat down, handing her a muffin and a coffee.
She thanked him before replying: "June eighth. I couldn't imagine us celebrating any other day."
"Do you think we can plan a wedding in a year?"
"We already have the venue," she pointed out, motioning to their yard.
Robin nodded. "Good point. So June the eighth it is."
"Glad we agree."
He lifted his coffee cup. "To us?"
"To us," she said, tapping his cup with hers. As they sipped their coffees and ate their muffins, Regina was certain she was going to have no problem following Gladys' advice.
A/N: I'll admit I was really, really excited for you all to read this! I hope you enjoyed it and that the proposal was everything you wanted.
From this point on, I won't be chronicling Robin and Regina's relationship monthly. I mean, I'll still be posting a chapter every month, but it's going to start skipping periods of time. Mostly because I don't think I can wait another year to write and post their wedding! There will still be a few chapters before that, though, to cover a few pre-wedding events.
Next chapter, George Locksley and Cora Mills will finally meet. Enjoy those fireworks.
Friendly reminder, I'll be hosting a Q+A on my tumblr this coming Monday, June 13th. Stop by (believingispowerfulmagic) and leave a question!
-Mac