"Baby Shower"
Regina stood outside Tiana's Place, trying not to look nervous. Her stomach knotted up as she looked up and down the street, waiting. She had extended the invitation for lunch to Emma and had received an "okay" in response but that still didn't mean the young woman would show up. Emma still was suspicious of Regina and Robin whenever they were nice to her, believing it was just because she was letting them adopt her baby. It saddened Regina that Emma had led such a hard life that she couldn't imagine people being nice without having an ulterior motive. That she and Robin could care about her as a person and not just an incubator for their future child.
She checked her watch and told herself that Emma still had five minutes. Regina tried to relax but she only ended up feeling more jittery. Taking out her phone, she tried to appear busy as it did little to distract her.
As the clock on her phone rolled to the hour, she looked up again. Relief flooded her as Emma rounded the corner, heading toward the restaurant. She wore an oversized turtleneck with jeans and her blonde hair was up in a ponytail. Despite the size of the shirt, Regina could make out her pear-shaped stomach. All was progressing well with the pregnancy and Emma seemed to be having an easy one, for which Regina was grateful.
Tucking away her phone, she smiled at Emma. "Hey, there. Thanks for coming."
"I figured it was a free meal while you grill me about the baby," she replied with a shrug.
Regina tried not to scowl as she opened the door for them. "I'm not here to grill you about the baby. I want to get to know you too."
"Why?" Emma asked, entering the restaurant. She frowned as she looked back at her. "Why are you so determined to get to know me?"
"Why are you so determined to keep me from doing so?" Regina countered. "Why do you hold onto the belief that I'm only interested in you for the baby?"
Emma shrugged. "That's all people are usually interested in, right? Babies?"
"Well, I'm interested in the baby and you," Regina insisted before telling the staffer seating them that there were only two of them.
Once they were seated and had their menus, Regina decided to press on. "So, anything new? With you, not the baby."
"Cleo got me a job," Emma replied, keeping her eyes on the menu. "I'm helping one of her friends who is a private investigator."
That intrigued Regina. "What do you do?"
"Mostly admin stuff," Emma told her. "I answer the phones, maintain his files, type up his notes. But he also tells me about his investigations when he has downtime, which is cool. I'm learning a lot."
"That sounds great, Emma. It also sounds like you enjoy it," she said.
Emma nodded, her eyes lighting up. "I do. I'm also studying to get my GED and then I might apply to college, study criminal justice so I can become a private investigator too."
Regina reached out to take Emma's hand but she put both of them on her lap quickly. Getting the message, Regina withdrew her hand. "Sorry. I just think it's wonderful you have a plan for your life. I hope you're happy."
"I am," Emma said, giving a small smile. "Everything just seems…normal now."
"Normal is very good," Regina said. "Everyone needs a normal."
Emma's smile grew as she nodded. "That's true. It's also nice not to worry about where I'm crashing for the night or where my next meal is coming from."
Regina frowned, her stomach churning at the thought of all the hardships Emma had already faced despite her young age. "You're a very strong person."
"Yeah, yeah. Inspirational, Lifetime movie, I get it," Emma said, rolling her eyes. "Can we talk about something else?"
"Okay," Regina replied, feeling how uncomfortable Emma was getting. She had no doubt survived so long by pretending that nothing bothered her and had probably started to believe it was true. Now that she was in a more stable place, it was hard to allow herself to feel things again. Regina didn't want to make her more uncomfortable, so she asked: "What do you want to talk about?"
Emma shrugged before rubbing her bump. "Can we talk about the baby? Please?"
Realizing that it was the one topic she felt the most comfortable talking about because it didn't really involve her, Regina nodded. "Okay. What do you want to know? Or talk about?"
"So the baby is a boy. Do you and Robin have any names yet?" Emma asked.
"We're putting together a list," Regina replied, thinking of the piece of paper they kept in their bedroom to add suggestions to. "But we're not going to reveal the final name until the baby is born. It's going to be our secret."
Disappointment flitted across Emma's face before she put her mask back on. "Of course. You're allowed to do that."
Guilt flared up in Regina and she reached out, placing her hand over Emma's. "If you have any suggestions, we're open to hearing them."
"Not my kid really anyway," she said, shrugging as she leaned back in her chair. Her hand slid from under Regina's and she placed them on her lap again. "I don't really get a say anyway."
Regina sighed, deciding this approach was not working. She was a blunt person by nature and so she was going to just go that route. It couldn't make things worse, she figured.
"Look, I can tell you're trying to disassociate from the baby," Regina said, channeling her mother. "And I'm not saying it's the wrong decision. But just keep in mind that Robin and I want an open adoption. We want you to have a relationship with that little boy too. You're giving us an amazing gift and that makes you part of the family if you want to be."
Emma was quiet, looking down at her hands. "Family never lasts for me."
"Maybe you just haven't found the right family yet?" Regina asked, softening her tone. "Maybe we didn't cross paths just so you could finally make Robin's and my dream of parenthood a reality. Maybe we're meant to be family."
"Would you be this persistent if someone else was letting you adopt her baby?" Emma asked, still defensive.
Regina paused, thinking about it before shaking her head. "Probably not. At least I don't think I would've wanted a real relationship with any of the other birth mothers I had met before."
"Why? Were they not as broken as me? Didn't seem like a good project for you?" Emma asked nastily.
"No," Regina said, hurt at the accusation. "I don't see you as a project. I'm not trying to fix you or feel that you need my help. I just feel a connection and believe we can be friends."
Emma looked down again. "I don't know if I'm ready for that."
"You don't want any friends?" Regina asked, wondering if she had ever had a friend before now.
"That's not what I said," she replied. "I said I'm not ready for friends. I'm not used to people sticking around. It's just safer for my heart to be alone."
Sadness filled Regina that some so young had experienced so much loss and was walling herself off. "You don't have to be alone."
"I like it," Emma insisted. "I'm used to it."
"Well, if you decide you don't like it anymore or you want a change, Robin and I are always a call away," Regina replied.
Emma paused before saying: "I'll keep that in mind."
"Good," Regina said, knowing it would have to do for now.
An awkward silence descended upon them as the server arrived with their food. Once they assured her that everything was correct, they were left alone again. Regina busied herself with her salad, glancing over at Emma as she tried to think of something else to say.
Emma surprisingly was the one who broke it. "So, have you and Robin decided how you're going to decorate the nursery?"
"We haven't settled on something," Regina said, realizing Emma had returned to what she considered a safe topic. "But we have a few ideas. I could tell them to you, if you want. I'd love to get your opinion."
"That sounds nice," she agreed, sounding excited about it.
Relieved to find something they could talk about, Regina seized on it. "Robin is learning toward football and other sports while I'm leaning toward trains and cars."
Emma made a face. "They both sound pretty cliché, don't you think? Everyone does those for boys."
"I know but they are classic," Regina replied, though not as confidently as she would've liked.
"I sense a 'but' though," Emma said, taking a bit of her chicken. "So something is bothering you and you aren't as sold on either."
Regina felt her lips twitch as she tried not to smile. She wanted to remain serious as she answered Emma. "I am concerned about the football theme. My husband is a big fan of the Knights, which is fine. I just don't want our son's room turned into a shrine to them."
"I don't blame you," Emma replied. "What are your worries about your preference? Or is it Robin who has reservations?"
"Neither of us have reservations," Regina argued. "He's just really gung-ho about the football theme and I'm not."
Emma nodded before laughing, which surprised Regina. She put down her fork and frowned. "What's so funny?"
Wiping her mouth, Emma shook her head and tried to stop her laughter. "I'm sorry, I know this probably isn't funny to you. But it's just so nice to see a couple who can argue over silly things."
"Nice?" Regina asked, confused.
Emma nodded before growing solemn. "I lived with a few foster parents who argued. A lot. And not about silly things. I used to hide under blankets or blast my music louder. Anything to drawn out the sound of their hatred while trying to figure out why they didn't just leave if they were so miserable."
"Sometimes adults act in ways that don't make sense," Regina replied as her heart broke even more, "even to other adults."
"Trust me, I've learned that," Emma said cynically, taking a sip of her water.
Regina's stomach twisted up as she tried not to imagine all the horrible situations the teenager across from her had experienced. "Robin and I aren't like that."
"I know," Emma replied. "That's why I said it was refreshing to hear you talk. I know you and Robin are only arguing because you care about the baby and want what's best for him even though he isn't here yet."
"We do care. We love him so much," Regina told her.
Emma smiled. "I know. That's why I chose you—because I knew you two loved each other and would love him."
"Even if we can't agree on a theme for his nursery."
"Yes," she replied, chuckling. "Even if you can't agree on a theme. And I know you two will find the right one."
Regina smiled, her spirits soaring to hear that Emma had such faith in them. "Thank you. I'm sure we will."
Emma set down her fork, looking nervous. "May I make a suggestion?"
"Of course," Regina replied, curious as to what she was going to say. "What is it?"
"I think you and Robin should think outside of the box. Maybe not go so cliché. You'll probably find a good compromise then," Emma said.
Regina studied the teenager, impressed by her insight and wisdom though she disliked how the young woman had come by them. She nodded. "I'll let him know and we'll do that. See what happens."
"Keep me updated," Emma said before checking her watch. She frowned. "My lunch hour is almost up."
"Oh. Well, let's get your food wrapped up for you so you can head out of here," Regina said, looking around for their waitress. She spotted the woman and waved her down.
Emma pulled out her wallet. "Can we also get the check? How much do you think mine cost?"
Regina shook her head. "I invited you out. This is my treat."
"I can pay my own way," Emma insisted. "I told you—I have a job."
Sensing she was insulted, Regina knew she had to play this just right and softened her toned. "I know you can. But this is my treat. Spend your money on yourself. You deserve to treat yourself as well."
Emma's body language softened and she looked thoughtful. "There are a pair of shoes I've had my eyes on…"
Regina smiled as she asked the waitress for a to-go container and the check. She then turned back to Emma. "Go and get your shoes. I'll buy lunch."
"Thank you, Regina," Emma said, taking the container from the waitress so she could wrap up her leftovers.
Once Regina settled the bill and wrapped up her own leftovers, she walked Emma out of the restaurant. They paused outside and she faced the young woman. "Do you want a ride back to your office?"
Emma shook her head but smiled. "Thank you for the offer but it's a really nice day out. I want to enjoy it a bit longer."
"That sounds like a good idea," Regina replied. "Enjoy your walk and have a good rest of the day."
"I hope you find a way to enjoy it too," Emma said. She then hesitated before saying: "And thank you for lunch, Regina. I enjoyed it."
Regina smiled, joy coursing through her. "Any time. Just give me a call and I'll be happy to meet you."
Emma nodded before walking off in the direction she had originally come. Once she disappeared around the corner, Regina headed toward her car. There was a bounce in her step as she felt things were finally moving in a positive direction with Emma. She doubted she would ever be best friends with the young woman but it laid out a foundation for a relationship that would benefit everyone, especially the child growing inside Emma.
And he mattered the most.
Robin unclasped the leash from Queen's harness and took it off her. He rubbed behind her ear before telling her: "Go find Mommy."
Her Majesty happily went off to the living room as he hung everything up. Once he took off his own shoes, he followed their dog into the next room. He found her curled up next to Regina, who scratched behind the dog's ear as she scrolled through something on her iPad. Robin sat down next to her, kissing her cheek. "What are you looking at?"
"Pinterest," she replied. "Just getting some more ideas for the nursery."
"Why? I thought we had narrowed it down to the two options and were still debating them?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Emma and I had lunch today and she encouraged me to keep looking, to think outside the box."
He tilted his head, surprised to hear that and a bit wary about it. "You talked about this with Emma?"
"I did," she said, setting the iPad on her lap to look at him. "We agreed to include her in some of our preparations and since she seemed upset that we aren't sharing the name, I thought this was a good alternative."
"It is," he agreed, though he was still a bit uncomfortable that one conversation with Emma had upended their plans. "But…do we really need to look at other themes?"
She shrugged, picking up the iPad again. "It couldn't hurt, could it?"
He knew she was right but he still felt annoyed, knowing what was really behind it. Scowling, he said: "If you don't like my sports idea, just say it."
"It's not that," she said, unconvincingly. "It's just…I know you love the Knights and I love that you love them but I don't want our son's nursery to turn into a shrine to them."
"Who said I was going to do that?" he asked, nervous. Robin knew that he didn't have to say anything, though. How could he have forgotten how well his wife knew him?
She held up her iPad, facing the screen to him as she pulled up something. When he looked closer, he knew it was just more than Regina knowing him so well. He grimaced as she said: "Your browser history."
"Crap," he said before sighing. He knew he should've deleted it. "Okay, maybe I would go a little overboard on Knights things, but is there worse things than our son becoming a Knights fan?"
"He's going to be a Knights fan no matter what, Robin, don't worry about that," she assured him. "He doesn't need his nursery decked out in every possible piece of merchandise to ensure that."
He nodded, knowing she had a point, before frowning. It was his turn to be truthful now. "But trains and airplanes and cars…it just seems so…boring."
She frowned now, letting her iPad fall to her lap as she crossed her arms. "Boring? How is it boring?"
"It's just so…ordinary," he said, trying to put into words. "It's something everyone does. We can be more creative. Don't you agree?"
"Yes," she replied, picking up the iPad. "Hence my adventure on Pinterest. We can look together if you want."
He shook his head, taking her iPad and setting it on the coffee table. Robin took her hands in his. "Let's use our own imaginations. We're pretty creative people after all."
"But what we came up with was cliché, remember?" she asked, sounding uncertain as her eyes kept darting toward the iPad.
Robin pushed it away, hoping to encourage her. "Because we weren't challenging ourselves. Now we are. So, let's try to think up some things on our own. Okay?"
She glanced at the iPad one more time before taking a deep breath and nodding. "Okay. Where should we start?"
"Let's just spitball some ideas," he said, a few running through his mind. "What about superheroes?"
"Superheroes could be cool," she mused. Her eyes then lit up. "What about a Dr. Seuss theme? Like the Cat in the Hat, the Grinch, all of that?"
He nodded, happy to see the same light in her eyes that she got when working on a campaign. It meant she was fully engaged and her creative side was in control. They were going to come up with the best nursery design for their son or fry some brain cells trying.
Robin picked up her iPad again. "You should probably start jotting some of these ideas down, though you have to promise not to use the internet."
"I promise," she said, taking her iPad and opening up a document. She found her stylus and wrote down the two ideas they had already said. "Okay, what else?"
"How about fairy tales?" he asked, leaning back against the couch as Queen walked over Regina's lap to curl in his.
Regina tapped the stylus against her lips. "I don't know. That could easily just turn into a Disney theme."
"Is there anything really wrong with a Disney theme?" he asked, thinking of all their Disney costumes over the years. Neither had anything against the company and both enjoyed the movies, so why was she so hesitant now?
"Only that it's not very original," she said. "We're trying to think outside of the box and I feel Disney would put us right back into it."
He thought it over and realized he had to agree with her. "Good point. Okay, we'll scratch Disney."
She nodded. "So, do you want to suggest something else? Since I scratched out your second idea?"
"I guess," he said, mulling things over. A lion popped into his mind and he smiled. "What about a circus theme?"
"I like that," she said with a smile, writing it down. "Along the same vein, what about a zoo?"
"It might look like our son is an exhibit when he's in his crib," Robin pointed out, thinking of all the bars.
She paused, frowning. "Oh, good point. We don't really want to make him feel like he's in prison, do we?"
"Probably not the best when he's still very impressionable," he agreed. "We don't want him thinking this is Alcatraz or something."
"I guess we can rule that out as well," she teased, smiling now.
He laughed, shaking his head. "Can you imagine someone decorating their nursery to look like Alcatraz?"
"You know there is probably one couple out there who has done that for whatever reason. I'm sure that kid couldn't wait to redecorate," she replied, laughing as well.
"We'll worry about that kid later," he told her. "Let's focus on our own. Now, we were talking about circus and threw out zoo. Do you want to go back to circus?"
She nodded, looking over the list. "I think we should stick with an animal theme. What about the jungle?"
It was as he had solved a problem that had been bothering him for some time, a giddy excitement filling him. "I love it. It has animals but no bars. They are out in their natural habitat. It'll be so cute."
"And I'm sure the fact it involves trees doesn't hurt either," she teased him, elbowing him.
He laughed, nodding as he pulled her against him. "It doesn't. At least I don't have to climb those trees."
"So are we deciding on jungle?" she asked, looking up at him with a serious but hopeful expression. "Or are we looking for more ideas?"
Robin shook his head. "I think jungle is going to be an amazing theme for our nursery."
Her eyes lit up and she clutched her iPad to her chest as she bit her lip. "So we've done it? We've both agreed on a nursery theme we love?"
"We have," he replied, pulling her onto his lap. She laughed as he kissed her neck, holding her close. "I love you."
She looked into his eyes, love filling hers as she played with his hair. Leaning forward, she pressed her forehead to his. "I love you too."
Regina then jumped up, setting down her iPad. Her brown eyes sparkled as she turned to Robin with a big smile. "Wait right there. I want to grab something."
"Don't worry," he said, sinking further back into the couch. "I'm not going anywhere."
She left the room as Queen stood up, walking across the couch to plop down on Robin's lap. He chuckled, scratching behind her ear. "You want some attention too, Your Majesty? Okay, I'll give you some attention."
Queen flopped onto her back and he laughed, rubbing her stomach as Regina returned. She clutched her sketchbook to her chest and his heart sped up. Despite all the time they had been together, she didn't often let him watch her sketch—she preferred to show him the finish piece instead. Robin wasn't sure what she was going to do but he was already honored she would let him watch her do it.
Regina paused, tilting her head. "You replaced me with the dog?"
"You got up," he replied, grinning at her. He motioned to Queen. "She plopped down."
She rolled her eyes, sitting next to him as Queen continued to lay sprawled across his lap. He watched as Regina opened her sketchbook to a fresh page and pulled out a pencil. "I don't do rooms very often but I'm going to give this a try…"
"You're going to design the nursery?" he asked, awed at her talent. He kissed her head. "You're amazing, you know that?"
Her cheeks flushed red and she grew sheepish. "I wouldn't say that. But I think it will be fun to design it…if you don't mind."
"Never," he told her, wrapping his arm around her. "I can't wait to see what you come up with."
She leaned against him and started to draw on the sketchpad. He watched as their son's nursery started to come to life as he continued to stroke Queen, who had fallen asleep on his lap. Robin smiled, knowing their baby boy would have the perfect space to grow up in and he couldn't wait for him to join their family.
The doorbell echoed through the house and Queen barked as she raced toward the door. Regina rolled her eyes as she reached the landing of the staircase and approached the door, trying to avoid her guard dog. "Down, Queen," she ordered. "It's a friend."
Queen stopped growling but stood at the ready by the door in case the person on the other side wasn't a friend like Regina had said. She rolled her eyes as she opened the door, finding an apprehensive Emma standing on her porch. Regina smiled brightly. "Come on in."
"Uhh," Emma replied, warily looking at Queen. "Is...Is your dog friendly?"
"Yes, she is. She just has to get used to you. But if she makes you uncomfortable, I can put her upstairs for now," Regina offered.
Though she continued to give Queen a wary look, Emma shook her head. "No, that won't be necessary. She won't bite, right?"
Regina shook her head. "She's docile, I promise. But I can really put her upstairs. It's okay."
Emma squared her shoulders, looking determined. "No. I'm not scared of a dog. I can do this."
She reached out a shaky hand toward Queen, who sniffed it. Her Majesty then gave Emma's fingers a lick before pushing her head under Emma's hand. Regina smiled and looked up at the frozen young woman. "She wants you to pet her. She likes you," she told her.
"Oh!" Emma softened, scratching Queen behind her ear. "I'm glad to hear that. She doesn't seem so bad now."
"She's just protective of me and Robin, so she first has to determine if you're a friend or not. Now, she's going to be your best friend." Regina motioned for her to step inside. "Come on. It's much better in here than on the porch."
Emma smiled, stepping inside the house. Regina closed the door and took a deep breath. "I'm glad you could come."
"I almost didn't," Emma admitted, hugging herself. "I mean, it's your baby shower. I don't think people in our situations usually invite the birth mother."
Regina shrugged. "Robin and I aren't like most people then. I want you there. And I promise, no one else is going to think it's weird. Everyone is actually really excited to meet you."
A pink tinge came to Emma's cheeks and she smiled. "They are?"
"I know this is all new to you and you're not used to having people who care about you, but they do," Regina told her. And before Emma could protest, she added: "And not just because you're letting Robin and me adopt your baby."
Emma shifted from foot to foot. "Still, I'm not sure I can handle all the attention that's going to be on me. I get it from strangers on the street when they realize I'm pregnant. I don't know about being in a room full of people who have a connection to the baby."
Regina knew she had a point. People acted as if pregnancy gave them carte blanche to invade a complete stranger's personal space—feeling her stomach to try to feel a kick or asking questions that were none of their business in the end. While she would never experience that herself, she had witnessed it enough to know it was not pleasant and Emma was right to be concerned.
"Well, I'll make sure everyone respects your space—no matter what. Do not hesitate to let me know if someone doesn't just because they're someone I know. I will kick anyone's ass on your behalf. Okay?" Regina took her hand, giving it a squeeze.
Emma nodded before letting go of her hand. She looked around, her green eyes wide. "You have a really nice house."
"Thank you," Regina replied, proud of her dream house. "Do you want a tour? I'm always happy to show it off."
"Don't we need to leave?" Emma asked, glancing at the door. "Is Robin coming with us?"
"He is. He's just picking up something last minute, probably a dessert. So we have some time," Regina told her, heading toward the stairs.
Emma followed her then and the two headed upstairs. Regina showed off a few rooms before waving her hand toward the door that led to hers and Robin's. "That's the master bedroom. And right next to it is going to be the nursery."
"Did you two settle on a theme?" Emma asked, hovering near the door. She seemed more engaged now.
Regina smiled, recalling their lunch together. "We did. And thank you for encouraging us to think outside the box. We scrapped sports and trains for a jungle theme."
"That sounds fun," Emma replied. She glanced at the door again. "Have you two started decorating?"
"We are about to," Regina told her, opening the door. A tarp covered the carpet and there were several cans of paint in the room as well as rollers, brushes and paint containers. She turned to Emma. "But if you want to see our plans for the finished product, I can show it to you."
"Finished product?" Emma seemed to be resisting the urge to laugh as she raised an eyebrow.
Regina did laugh, realizing how she sounded in that moment. "Sorry. Sometimes I can't help myself and slip into marketing lingo. But do you want to see it?"
"I do," Emma replied.
"Then wait right here." Regina headed toward her bedroom. She opened the door and grabbed her iPad from the nightstand next to her bed, returning to where Emma was waiting. Powering on the iPad, she pulled up the design she had drawn and handed it to the young woman.
Emma looked it over and her eyes widened. "This looks amazing. Did you hire someone to design this for you?"
Regina shook her head. "I designed it myself. I like to doodle sometimes."
"Doodle?" Emma asked incredulously. "This is pure art! Are you going to draw this on the wall?"
"I'm going to try," Regina replied, pressing her hand to her stomach as it fluttered. "I've never drawn on something so big before."
"I would love to see it when it's done. Promise you'll send me pictures?" Emma asked, handing the iPad back to her.
Regina held the tablet against her chest as she nodded. "I will. But I do hope you get to see it for yourself. No pressure though."
Emma nodded as they heard the door open and close downstairs. Queen let out a few happy barks as Robin called out: "Regina? Are you here? Is Emma?"
"We're upstairs," Regina replied. "We'll be right down."
She motioned for Emma to lead the way and they headed downstairs together. Robin waited for them at the bottom of the stairs, kneel as he rubbed Queen's stomach. Her eyes were closed and her tongue hung out of her mouth as she beat a steady rhythm with her tail.
Robin looked up at them, smiling. "There you two are. Are you ready to go?"
"Can I just use the restroom? I have a baby sitting on my bladder," Emma replied, rubbing her stomach.
They both chuckled and Regina pointed out the bathroom. "Take as long as you need."
"Thank you!" Emma walked very quickly to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Robin stood, wrapping his arm around her. "What were you two doing up there?"
"I was showing her my design for the nursery," she replied, leaning against him. "She likes it."
"It's a very good design," he praised her, kissing the side of her head. She grinned, feeling proud of her work.
They heard the toilet flush and the sink run before Emma stepped out of the bathroom. She took a deep breath. "Okay. I think I'm ready."
"Great," Robin said, his arm falling from around Regina's body. He clapped his hands together. "Let's get in the car and hit the road."
He started toward the door but Emma stayed where she was looking around with wide eyes. "When you talked about having a big house, I never pictured this. This looks like a great place to grow up," she said, awed.
"That's what we thought too," Regina said, reaching back for Robin's hand. He took it and she curled up to him. "Plenty of room to grow."
Robin nodded. "And if you think this is impressive, I can show you the backyard."
"Don't we need to go?" Emma asked, sounding confused but looking torn.
"Yes, but Robin never passes up a chance to show off our backyard," Regina told her, rolling her eyes. "It's his pride and joy."
"For now," he said, glancing at Emma's stomach.
Regina rolled her eyes again. "Trust me, that's not going to change once our son arrives."
"So, do you want to see it?" he asked Emma, pointedly ignoring Regina. "We're the guests of honor, they can wait for us."
Emma grinned and shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
Regina picked up her bag, locking the front door. "Why don't we just go out through the back then? No need to traipse back in here."
"Did she just say 'traipse'?" Emma asked, eyebrows going up. She followed Robin toward the kitchen. "Who says that?"
Queen pawed at Regina, her tail wagging as she thought she would be going out as well. Regina crouched down, rubbing behind her ear. "Sorry, girl. You have to stay in for now. But I'm sure Daddy will take you on a long walk tonight to make up for it."
Her Majesty laid down, resting her head on her paws as she looked up at Regina with sad brown eyes. Regina sighed, shaking her head. "Not going to work. We'll be back later. Enjoy the house."
She walked away from Queen though her heart broke when Her Majesty started to whine. Regina forced herself to continue through the kitchen and out into the yard, where Robin was happily showing Emma every inch of it. She rolled her eyes and walked over to them. "I think she's gotten the idea," she told her husband.
"Okay, okay," he relented, pulling out his keys. "Come on, we should head to your parents before they really do start the party without us."
He walked toward the fence and Regina waited for Emma to follow him. Instead, she stayed in her spot as she just kept looking around their yard. Concerned, Regina approached the younger woman. "Emma? Is something wrong?"
"I was just imaging what it would've been like to grow up in a house with my own room and a yard like this to run around in," she said, sounding sad. "It probably would've been amazing."
"Yeah," Regina said, suddenly worried about taking Emma to her childhood home. She felt like she was going to end up inadvertently rubbing her privileged upbringing in the teen's face and she didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
Emma tilted her head, frowning. "I guess it's my turn to ask—is something wrong?"
"I was just thinking…You know I come from a pretty wealthy family, right?" Regina asked.
"Yeah," Emma said. "Are you nervous that I'm going to be jealous about where you grew up?"
Regina shifted from foot to foot. "I'm not sure about jealous. But...I don't want you to feel bad."
Emma shrugged. "I didn't win the childhood lottery and you did. I'm not going to feel bad because of that."
"Are you sure?" Regina asked, wanting to believe the younger woman but concerned she was just saying that to make Regina feel better. Or that she was once again pretending she didn't care about anything as a defense mechanism.
She nodded. "I am. Look, I know I haven't been very friendly toward you. It's hard for me to trust people...but I trust that you are a good person. And it doesn't matter that you may have grown up in some mansion. It's still your home. You shouldn't be ashamed of it."
"I'm not ashamed," Regina protested. "I'm just concerned about you."
"Which also tells me that you're a good person and not some snotty rich bitch who looks down at me. You've always been kind to me, even when I wasn't. So don't worry," Emma told her.
Regina smiled, feeling better and a bit more hopeful about a possible friendship with Emma. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Emma hesitated before asking: "Umm, should we go before Robin starts to get worried?"
Regina chuckled. "That's probably a good idea. Come on."
They walked out of the yard, heading over to Robin's car. As they did, Emma linked her arm with Regina's. It sent her spirits soaring as she took as a sign that maybe her relationship with the young woman had finally taken a turn in a positive direction.
Robin got out of the car and stared at the Mills' house in awe. Emma stood next to him, letting out a low whistle. "I was expecting the mansion. I wasn't expecting…that."
"I think my mother went a little overboard on our jungle theme," Regina said, wincing as she took Robin's hand.
"That might be an understatement," Robin said, still unable to believe his eyes.
They had told everyone about their jungle theme for the nursery and Mary Margaret had decided it should be the theme for the baby shower. Someone had clearly run with it as blow up trees covered the lawn, leading toward the gate that opened to the Mills' backyard. Stuffed snake toys were wrapped around the fence, two creepy guards watching everyone who entered the party.
"Wow," Emma said, looking at them. "This is...interesting."
"You think this is your mother or Mary Margaret?" Robin asked, though the snakes didn't seem like something their friend would do. However, she could get carried away—especially when planning a party.
Regina shrugged. "This seems more like Mother. Maybe even Daddy, as a joke."
"Yeah," he agreed, easily imagining Henry wrapping the snakes around the gate with a smile on his face. "This does seem like something they would do."
Emma let out a low whistle. "I'm both intrigued and scared to head into the backyard to see what else is waiting for us."
"Robin? Regina? Is that you?" he heard Cora ask.
"Yes, it is, Mother," Regina replied, moving toward the gate. "And we have Emma with us."
Cora appeared at the gate just as Regina undid the lock and opened it. She smiled warmly, dressed in a khaki dress, and hugged her daughter. "It's good to see you, sweetheart. And you, Robin."
She hugged him before turning to Emma. Cora smiled at her fondly. "And you must be Emma."
"Yes," Regina replied, placing her hand on Emma's arm. "Emma, this is my mother, Cora."
Emma held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you."
"You too," Cora replied, shaking her hand. She then motioned toward the yard. "Please, come on in. We can start the party now that the guests of honor are here."
Robin reached out and took Regina's hand as Cora led Emma into the backyard. They followed them and walked through blow up trees with stuffed monkeys hanging from them. Jungle sounds—bird calls, monkey chatter, and the like—played over speakers on the deck where everyone had gathered. A banner that read "Welcome to the Jungle" hung over a table laden with food and another table was loaded with gifts under a giant "It's a Boy" banner. It certainly set the mood for the party.
Everyone cheered as they walked up the small stairs leading to the deck. Robin and Regina moved to flank Emma, who looked a bit overwhelmed. "Everybody, this is Emma. Emma, this is everybody," Robin said by way of introduction.
"Hi," their guests said in unison.
"That was a bit creepy," Emma replied, looking a bit weirded out. "Do they always do that?"
Regina laughed, shaking her head. "No, I promise you. That was probably the only time they'll ever be in sync."
"Come on," Robin said, motioning for Emma to head toward a table. "Let's find our seat and then we can introduce you to everyone one at a time, if you want."
"That sounds nice," Emma replied as he pulled out a chair for her. She sat down and he pushed her chair in.
He did the same for Regina, kissing her cheek as she took her chair. Once he pushed her in, he leaned on the back of her chair. "Can I get you ladies anything to drink?" he asked them, smiling.
"If I know Ruby, she probably has some amazing cocktails," Regina said before looking at Emma. "But if it would make you uncomfortable…"
Emma shook her head. "Don't keep worrying about me. This is more your shower than mine. Enjoy yourself."
"So, I'll get one of Ruby's amazing cocktails and something virgin for Emma. Got it," he said, moving away from the table. "Be right back."
He wove his way through the crowd, greeting people as he made his way toward the table Ruby had set up as her "bar." Robin studied the little chalkboard she had set up with her special cocktails for the party, trying to figure out which one Regina would want. He could tell the "Mama's Special Juice" cocktail had been designed with her in mind as it contained Regina's favorites. Yet the "Jungle Booze" cocktail looked very tropical and appropriate for the weather.
"I'd recommend Dad's Pacifier for you," Ruby suggested, holding up his favorite beer.
It was tempting but Robin shook his head. "I'm going to have to take the Responsible Adult. I'm driving."
"Regular or diet then?" she asked, reaching into the cooler by her side.
"Regular is fine," he replied, taking the soda can from her. "But I can't decide if you cousin would prefer Mama's Special Juice or Jungle Booze."
She nodded, looking at the chalkboard. "She'll like anything on this board, honestly. Why don't you start her out with the Jungle Booze for now?"
"Sounds good," he replied. "And what do you suggest for Emma?"
Ruby studied her drink list before smiling. "How about the Precious Baby Boy but with Sprite instead of vodka? It's caffeine-free."
"Perfect, as usual, Ruby. If you ever give up photography, you'd have an amazing second career as a mixologist," he told her, watching as she made the drinks for Regina and Emma.
"I'll keep that in mind," she replied, handing him the drinks. "Can you handle all of that or do you need any help?"
He shook his head as he picked up the glasses. "I've got them. Thanks, Ruby."
She nodded. "Tell my cousin that I'll stop by her table in a bit to say hi. Or she can stop by here."
Robin promised he would tell Regina before carefully making his way back to their table. He set down the drinks, assuring Emma that hers was non-alcoholic. "And so is mine," he said, holding up his soda.
"Thank you," Emma replied, taking a sip of her drink. Her eyes widened and she stared at it in wonder. "This is amazing!"
"My cousin does some great work," Regina said, sipping her own drink as well.
Robin sat down next to her. "Speaking of your cousin, she wants to say hi but is trapped at her bar. She'll try to come over…"
"But it'll be easier for me to go over there," she realized, nodding. "Thanks. I'll get the next round of drinks then."
"Ooh, how generous," David said, approaching with a wiggling Neal in his arms. He struggled to keep a hold on his son. "Sorry, someone is eager to see his godparents."
Regina lit up as she held out her arms. "No need to apologize. We're always happy to see Neal."
David placed the boy in her arms and Neal smiled, throwing his arms around Regina. "Aunt!"
"That's right, sweetheart," she cooed, rocking him. "You're with Aunt Regina now."
Robin smiled as he drank his soda, watching his wife as she interacted with Neal. She always lit up around the children in their lives and was absolutely wonderful with them but she had a special relationship with Neal. He wasn't sure if it was because he was her godson or because of how close she was with his mother, her best friend. Robin leaned toward the latter as the bond Regina shared with Neal just wasn't the same as the one as she had with Penny, their other godchild.
He looked around the crowd, spotting his goddaughter as she rested in her father's arms. Robin smiled, waiting for her eyes to look on him. Once they did, he waved at her and she lit up, bouncing in Will's arms. It startled him and he quickly got a stronger hold on her, looking toward what made her act that way. When he saw Robin, he rolled his eyes.
"Who is that kid?" Emma asked, clearly noticing his interaction with Penny.
"Our goddaughter," he replied.
She looked over at Penny before saying: "You and Regina have a lot of godchildren, huh?"
"Just the two," he told her. For now, he amended to himself. He had no doubt they would probably pick up a couple more as the years went by and more of their friends had children.
"Still," Emma continued, "that means two sets of parents trust you with their children should something happen to them."
He nodded before adding: "Well, three sets of parents. You're trusting us with your child."
She rubbed her stomach as she looked down at it. "This child is really yours. You two already love him so much and will give him an amazing life. And not just because you have a big bank account and big house with a big yard. You have a lot of love and a lot of people who love you. This shower proves it."
Robin looked around at their family and friends, every space on the deck taken up—and his family wasn't even there. His grandfather had caught a cold so Grandma Ellie didn't want to leave him alone and his mother wasn't able to get the time off. Not to mention anything of his cousins, most of whom felt more like siblings than anything else. He and Regina may have been only children but they had plenty of family despite that.
"Yeah," he said, glancing past Emma to meet Regina's eyes as she smiled at him. "We do."
"And so the baby is going to have a lot of family. I like that too," Emma replied, reminding them that she never had a family of her own.
Regina reached over, rubbing her back. "You will always be part of this family. We'll always be here for you."
"No matter what," Robin assured her.
Emma glanced away from them, looking a bit uncomfortable. "You know you're adopting the baby, not me?"
"We've been over this," Regina reminded her, keeping her voice gentle so as not to sound like she was chiding her.
She sighed as she nodded. "I know. And I appreciate the offer. I'm just not comfortable with it yet."
Robin reached out and gave her shoulder a quick squeeze. "When you are, we'll be right here."
"Thank you," she replied, sipping her drink.
Neal curled up on Regina's lap, clutching her shirt with one hand while sucking his thumb on the other. She gently pulled his thumb from his mouth, pulling out a pacifier from her pocket. "You'll be happier with this, sweetheart."
"Does she always carry a pacifier with her?" Emma asked him, amazed.
He chuckled. "Only when she knows she's going to see the babies. She has another pacifier in her other pocket for Penny."
"Wow," she replied. "Regina is super prepared."
"She's going to be an amazing mom," he said, smiling proudly at her. In only a few months, it would be their son in Regina's arms and he couldn't wait to see the two of them together. Robin had a feeling his camera roll was about to run out of room on his phone.
Emma chuckled. "I know. That's why I've agreed to let you adopt the baby. You don't have to keep selling me on you two as parents."
He smiled, chuckling a bit as he realized he had been using his sales voice. "It does seem like that, huh?"
"Just a bit," she replied, holding up her index and a thumb a few centimeters apart. She laughed again.
Robin nodded. "Fair enough. I'll be more conscious of it."
"Thank you," she said, "but it was sweet. It's clear you two are so excited for this baby."
"We are," he replied, glancing down at her stomach. Every day they got closer to Emma's due date, the more excited and nervous he became. He couldn't wait to have his son in his arms, taking care of him and starting on the lifelong journey of being a parent. It was a big responsibility, even knowing he would have Regina by his side, and he was worried about it, but in his heart, he knew he was ready. No matter what happened.
Emma gasped and her hand went to her stomach. He tried to tamp down on the panic rising through him as he asked: "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
Regina also turned to Emma as she held Neal on her lap, her eyes wide. "Is something wrong?"
"Give me your hands," Emma said, reaching out for them with a smile on her face. "Quickly. Before he stops."
"Stops what?" Robin asked, letting her pull his hand toward her stomach. She moved it around before finding the perfect spot and then placing Regina's right next to his.
They waited as he wondered what was supposed to happen when he felt it. It felt like a flutter against his hand before it turned into a quick jab. He stared at her stomach in amazement as he slowly realized what was going on.
His son was kicking.
Regina reached the same realization as she gasped, tears filling her eyes. The same jab hit their hands again and she laughed. "He's kicking."
"Yeah," Emma said. "He's been doing it for the past couple days but usually not when you were around. Now you're here for it and I thought you would like to feel."
"Thank you," Robin replied, giddy as he felt another jab. Perhaps his son would be a future kicker for the Knights.
Wouldn't that be something?
"Robin? Regina? Can we borrow you two for a second?" Cora asked, approaching their table.
They withdrew their hands and stood, Regina resting Neal on her hip. Robin looked down at Emma. "You'll be okay?"
She nodded, smiling at them. "Go ahead. I can't get into too much trouble here."
He took Regina's hand and they followed Cora to the middle of the deck, everyone gathering around them. She stood next to Henry, who held up a cup. "I'd like to make a toast."
"This is a baby shower, Daddy," Regina said, leaning against Robin. "It's not a wedding."
"Hush. I think I'm at the age where, like Roland said at your engagement party, I can do whatever I want," he replied, earning laughs from the crowd. He then glanced around, frowning. "Where's Emma?"
"She's sitting at the table," Robin explained.
Henry glanced in that direction. "Can she come over too?"
"I'll go help her over," David said, heading back to the table. Everyone waited until he returned with Emma.
Robin motioned for her to stand by him and she did, looking a bit confused. "Why do you want me?"
"You're the one carrying the baby, aren't you?" Henry asked kindly, smiling at her. "That makes this about you too."
Emma shifted uncomfortably. "I am just carrying the baby. Robin and Regina are going to do all the hard work of raising him. I think I should just sit down…"
Robin held her in place, rubbing her arm. "Don't worry. I'm sure Henry is going to be quick."
"I will," Henry replied.
"Okay," Emma said, still looking uncomfortable. "As long as he's quick."
He raised his glass, smiling. "To Emma, for choosing and trusting Robin and Regina to be the parents the baby growing inside of you needs. We all appreciate you and your gift to our family members and friends. You will always be welcomed amongst us."
"To Emma," their guests cheered, raising their cups and bottles to her. She flushed but raised her drink in salute as well.
Once he had taken a sip of his drink, Henry continued. "Now to Robin and Regina. We all know how much you two have longed to become parents and we all know there are no two people more qualified to raise a child. All of us are so happy that your dream is finally coming true and we are honored to support you as you take this next step in your lives together. We love you and wish you nothing but happiness with your future son."
"To Robin and Regina," everyone—including Emma—cheered. They raised their cups in salute before taking sips.
Robin wrapped his arm around Regina as she teared up. "Thank you everybody. It still feels like a dream I'm afraid I'll wake up from but it is getting more and more real. Robin and I appreciate the support you've given us in the past and we are grateful for the support you've all promised to give in the future. They say it takes a village and we couldn't ask for a better one for our child," she said.
Everyone applauded and when it died down, she then turned to Emma. "And Emma, once again, thank you," she said.
Flushing, Emma said: "You're very welcome. I just knew after meeting you two that you would give this baby the childhood he deserves. So…thank you too."
"Cheers, everyone!" Will declared, raising his beer bottle high. Everyone repeated the motion before they all took another sip of their drinks.
Cora set her cup down before clapping her hands together. "Okay, I think it's time to eat now that the guests of honor are here. Please form an orderly line into the kitchen and help yourself."
"You hungry?" Robin asked Regina, taking her hand.
"I am," she replied, patting her stomach. She looked behind her. "Emma?"
"I'm always hungry. Or rather, this guy is." Emma grinned as she motioned to her stomach. She fell into step with them as they joined everyone else heading into the house, eager to eat whatever Granny made for the party.
Robin glanced over at Regina and Emma, now talking between them. He felt like something had finally shifted between the two and that maybe his wife's dream of being friends with the young woman giving them their greatest gift might actually come true after all.
A couple hours later, Regina was pleasantly buzzed as Ruby was heavy handed with the liquor she was putting in her drinks. She wasn't drunk and it didn't feel like she was floating but she definitely was in a good mood. Everything was going well and she was having a lot of fun at the party.
"Okay, everyone," Mary Margaret announced, emerging from the crowd. "It's time for the gifts! Robin, Regina, can you come over here please?"
David appeared behind her, setting down two chairs in the middle of the deck. Mary Margaret sat Robin and Regina in them before enlisting Will, John and August to help David bring over all the gifts so they could be opened. A chair was brought over for Emma, who was clearly happy the spotlight was off her as she took the pen and pad Mary Margaret gave her so she could write down who gave Robin and Regina what.
"Here's the first gift," Will said, setting down a big bag in front of them.
Regina took the card off and gave him a look. "And I trust it's coincidence that it's from you and Ana?"
He shrugged sheepishly. "I suspected but there are about three more presents in the same type of bag so I really was just guessing."
"Maybe we should put his aside and open it last just to annoy him," Robin suggested, smiling.
Regina chuckled, grinning as well. "That would show him."
"Oi, you two, come on. Just open it. Please," he said exasperatedly.
"Okay, okay. Let's put him out of his misery," Robin replied, pulling the present toward them.
Working together, they opened the bag and pulled it down to reveal the gift Will and Ana had gotten for them. Regina gasped when she saw the car seat and carrier she had placed on her registry inside it. She looked up at their friend, smiling. "It's perfect."
"It's the same one we use for Penny," he said. "Ana and I love it."
"That's why we chose it," Robin explained, holding out his hand. He shook Will's as he said: "Thank you."
Will grinned. "You're welcome. If you need any help setting it up, give me a call."
"Wonderful. It will be the blind leading the blind," Regina quipped, unable to help herself. Will pretended to be hurt before walking off to grab more presents for them to open.
David handed them an envelope. "You know what? If Will got to put his present first, I get to put mine and Mary Margaret's up next."
Regina broke the seal and pulled out a piece of paper. She unfolded it to reveal a printed-out confirmation that the Nolans had purchased them the stroller they wanted. Looking up, she smiled. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said. "It's going to be delivered directly to your house."
"Don't forget the other present!" Mary Margaret said, handing Regina a wrapped box. "I wanted you to have something to open besides an envelope."
Regina set the box on her lap as she shook her head. "The stroller is more than enough."
"Nonsense," Mary Margaret replied, tapping the box. "Just open it."
"Okay, okay." Regina tore at the wrapping paper, letting it fall away to reveal a white box. She lifted the lid and reached inside, soft fur tickling her fingers as she grabbed whatever the gift was. Pulling it out, she gasped at the monkey stuffed animal.
Mary Margaret grinned. "I saw it and I couldn't help myself. I know it'll be a while before you can put any toys in with your son, but I figured this monkey could still watch over him in his nursery."
"Besides, every jungle needs a monkey or two," David added, winking at Regina and Robin.
She clutched the monkey close to her chest as she said: "Thank you. Our jungle appreciates your contribution."
"This is going to take forever," John groaned, standing up. "Hey, Ruby, can you make me something extra strong if we're going to have to sit through this sap fest?"
"One step ahead of you," she yelled back, heading back to her bar area.
Regina rolled her eyes as she back down. "Haha. I get it. We'll try to move faster."
She and Robin opened the different presents from their guests as Emma wrote everything down for them. They received a few more big gifts, like a changing table and a playpen, as well as smaller items they would need for their baby—like bottles, diapers, wipes and the like. Books and toys were also popular gifts, making Regina note that she would need a toy chest and a bookcase for the nursery to store all them. And of course, they would be leaving with an entire wardrobe for their son.
"Okay, there's a couple more presents," David said, handing Robin a basket. "August told me to give this to you rather than Regina."
"I think you'll appreciate it more," August called out from his spot on the deck, grinning like a madman.
Regina's gut told her what was inside the basket before Robin pulled out the little cap with the Knights logo on them. His eyes widened and he pulled out more items any baby of a Knights fan would need from onesies to a blanket with the Knights logo on it. "These are perfect! Thank you, August!" Robin told him.
"Yeah," Regina replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Thank you, August."
"I couldn't help myself and called in a favor with my contact at the Knights, who was very happy to help me," August replied happily.
Robin grinned back at him. "This is amazing. I really appreciate it."
David and Will carried over a beautiful wooden toy chest and Regina gasped when she saw it, running her hands over the lid once they set it down. She looked up. "Who got us this?"
"Here," Mary Margaret said, holding out a card. "Read for yourself."
Regina took the card, breaking open the envelope's seal to pull it out. She opened it and smiled. "It's from Geppetto's Toys, one of my longest clients. It's owner, Marco, congratulates us on our new son and has sent us some gifts to celebrate."
David opened the lid, revealing the chest was filled with different Geppetto's Toys for babies and toddlers. She covered her mouth with her hand, tears filling her eyes as she recognized many she had created campaigns for. "I can't believe he did this for me," she said, voice thick as she tried not to cry.
"It's amazing," Robin agreed, moving a few boxes around to take in everything. "Marco really likes you and your work."
"He is my most loyal customer," she said, already composing the heartfelt thank you note she was going to send Marco.
Granny then approached the two of them with a smile. She held out a box wrapped in blue wrapping paper. "I believe that just leaves me. I'm sure you already know what it is…"
Regina absolutely knew as she took the box from her grandaunt. She tore the paper off and opened the box. Pushing aside the white tissue paper inside, her tears poured down her cheeks as she saw one of Granny's signature blankets inside. It was a pale blue color with some white mixed in and the yarn felt softer than a cloud. She gently lifted it out of the box and hugged it to her chest, knowing every stitch contained her grandaunt's love. "Thank you," she replied, her voice hoarse.
"I've been waiting a long time to make one of those for you," Granny said, smiling, "but I knew the day would come."
Standing, Regina hugged her as she continued to clutch onto the blanket. She had spent years watching her grandaunt knit baby blanket after baby blanket and made her promise to knit one for Regina's children one day. There had been years where she had thought Granny would never be able to keep that promise. It was a small blanket but it was the culmination of years of dreams.
Robin placed his hand on her back as she pulled away, leaning into his comforting arm. He wrapped it around her, holding her close as he smiled at Granny. "Thank you. I'm sure our son will cherish it."
"If he doesn't, I will," Regina replied, wiping her tears with one hand as she continued to clutch the blanket to her chest with the other.
Granny laid one hand on her cheek and the other on Robin's. "Just cherish each other and that beautiful baby boy. Okay?"
They nodded and she let her hands drop. She backed up, grinning. "Now, I also have cake for you. Let me go get that ready."
"Here you go," Emma said, holding out the pad and pen. "I think I got everyone. Sorry if I spelled anyone's name wrong."
Regina took the pad, not bothering to look it over just yet. She smiled at Emma. "No worries. We'll figure it out. Let's go get some cake, okay?"
Emma's eyes lit up as she smiled. "Cake sounds delicious."
"Then let's go, ladies," Robin said, placing his hands on their backs. Together, they headed into the kitchen with the other guests, eager to get a slice of Granny's delicious cake.
Robin returned from dropping Emma off at her apartment, closing the door as he entered the quiet and dark house. He heard nails clicking against the floor before loud thuds came down the stairs. Queen ran up to him, pressing her paws against his thighs as she wagged her tail, happy to see him.
"Hey, girl," he said, scratching behind her ear. "Is Mommy asleep?"
Queen settled down, following Robin upstairs once he locked the front door. He paused by the nursery, looking over everything they had gotten. John, David and Will helped him transport the gifts back to the house. Tomorrow, he and Regina would finish setting up the nursery so that they just had to put in the crib and other items being delivered later that week. Everything was almost ready for their baby boy.
He flipped off the lights and walked next door to the master bedroom. Queen brushed past him, easily jumping onto the bed and curling next to Regina.
She slept on her side, still wearing her clothes and clutching the baby blanket Granny had made for their son. Robin knew how much it meant to her, so he didn't even dare remove it from her grasp. He let her sleep, pulling the covers over her and kissed her forehead. "Good night, sweetheart," he whispered.
Robin gathered up his pajamas and changed in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and trimming his beard as well. Once he was ready for bed, he flipped off the lights and padded in the darkness back to his bed.
Queen had moved to her usual spot on Regina's legs, making it easier for him to climb into bed. He pulled the covers over himself before curling closer to his wife. As he fell asleep, his dreams were filled of what was waiting for him—Regina and their son.
A/N: Here it is! At long last, the next part of Comfort Food. I hope you've enjoyed it!
Start stocking up on the tissues now. The next chapter is going to be super sad. For those familiar with a one-shot I wrote in this verse ages ago, you know what's coming.
I'm going to try to get back to my monthly posting schedule this year but I don't want to make any promises. Let's just see how this goes.
I hope everyone has a good weekend!
-Mac