The Nanny

Storm

Regina snuggled deeper into the soft, warm blankets that smelled of pine and Robin. She sighed as she rolled closer to him, feeling his hand come to rest on her hip. His thumb brushed the bare skin where her pajama shirt had ridden up and it started to lull her back to sleep again.

Until the bed began to rock as someone jumped on the mattress. "Happy Father's Day, Papa!" Roland declared.

She and Robin sat up as Roland landed on his back between them, grinning at them. Robin ran a hand through his hair before looking at his son. "You know, some children let their fathers sleep in on Father's Day and not give them a heart attack."

Roland giggled, burrowing himself under the blankets. "Why are you sleeping in Papa's bed, Regina? Did you have a bad dream?"

Even with the increased number of nights Regina was now spending in Robin's bed, she realized this was the first time Roland caught her in it. She sent a panicked look at Robin, who shook his head as he laid down next to his son. "Do you remember when you asked me why Mama and I shared a bed?"

"Uh huh," Roland replied, nodding. "You said when people love each other very much, they get married and want to sleep in the same bed together."

"Right. But even if they aren't married, people who love each other very much want to sleep in the same bed together. So sometimes Regina sleeps in my bed with me and sometimes we sleep in her bed."

She laid down on the other side of Roland. "I'm always here for you, sweetheart, no matter which bed I'm sleeping in."

"I know," he said, trusting her completely. He rolled closer to her, hugging her as his head rested against her chest.

Robin reached out and wrapped his arm around both of them. They laid there a bit longer, Regina's eyes closing as sleep tried to claim her again. It was so comfortable there with Roland's warmth and the weight of Robin's arm, making her feel safe and loved.

After what seemed like a few minutes, Roland began to squirm. He pushed against her and Robin. "I'm hungry. Can we have breakfast?"

"What? I don't get breakfast in bed?" Robin murmured, his eyes still closed as a smile tugged at his lips.

Roland shook his head. "Mamas get breakfast in bed."

So what do Papas get?"

"Uh..." Roland looked up at Regina, his eyes wide.

She chuckled. "I think Papas get bacon, eggs and coffee. Maybe an omelet if Papa is really nice to the nanny."

"It's Sunday. You're not the nanny today. You're just the woman I love." Robin sat up and kissed her.

Regina smiled as they broke apart. "Okay, that works. You get an omelet. Come on, Roland. Let's go make a nice Father's Day breakfast."

She picked up Roland and carried him down to the kitchen, where Will was already making coffee. He gave her a sleepy nod as she set Roland down again. "Okay, are you going to be my helper?" she asked the boy.

"Of course! What's first?" Roland bounced on his feet.

"Eggs," Regina instructed. "And be very careful, okay?"

Roland nodded, heading over to the refrigerator as Regina retrieved one of the pans. Will watched her, drinking his coffee. "And what are you doing in my kitchen?"

"Making Papa breakfast for Father's Day!" Roland explained, handing her the egg carton.

"Thank you," she said. "Now go wash your hands while I get the rest of the ingredients for the omelets."