Comfort Food

TLC

Their living room was dark, save for the soft orange glow from the candles placed around the room as well as the glow from the TV as The Philadelphia Story played. Regina laid on the couch, using Robin's arm as a pillow, as they snuggled together under a thick blanket. Queen lay curled up against her and Regina absentmindedly stroked her fur as she watched the movie.

It was the perfect way to spend a bitterly cold January night.

She sighed, smiling softly as Robin pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "Thinking of something in particular, lovely?" he asked in a whisper.

"Just that in a year, we could be doing this with our son or daughter," she whispered, glancing back at him.

He smiled at her, his eyes reflecting the TV's glow. Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead. "I doubt we'll be watching The Philadelphia Story."

"Why? We should probably start culturing him or her early. Like how some mothers listen to classical music while their children are in the womb," Regina commented, turning back to the TV.

"I suddenly have an image of Mary Margaret sitting on her couch with a rather large pair of headphones on her baby bump while David keeps changing CDs," he said dryly.

She snorted at that, causing Queen to pop up and give her a confused looked. Regina assured the dog everything was fine before turning back to her husband. "While they would seem the type, they didn't do that to poor Neal."

"Good," he replied. "There may be hope for them and him yet."

"Mary Margaret and David are good parents."

"I know they are. Doesn't mean they won't make questionable decisions as parents. Doesn't mean we won't."

She fell silent at that and he reached over, lacing his fingers with hers. He kissed her cheek. "Hey, it doesn't mean we're going to be bad parents. We're just going to have to learn as we go along and do our best. Together."

"Together," she replied, liking the sound of that. "Now hush. I'm trying to watch the movie."

"You've seen this so many times, I'm pretty sure you can recite it from memory," Robin said.

She elbowed him and he let out a huff. "It doesn't matter. How many times have I watched Star Wars with you?"

He sighed. "Fine. You win."

"Good." She smiled, proud of her victory as the movie played on.

As they approached the end, she grew aware of Robin's breath against her neck. It was even, meaning he had fallen asleep on her. She grinned, finding it absolutely adorable. Especially as Queen was sound asleep in front of her.

It did present a problem, though—how was she going to move without waking up either? Regina slowly extracted herself from Robin's hold, relieved when he slept on. She then slid down the couch without disturbing Her Majesty and stood up, stretching.

She turned everything off and cleaned up their dishes, placing them in the dishwasher and starting it. Regina returned to the couch, staring at her husband as she debated whether to wake him or not. He looked comfortable curled up there, Queen now cuddled against his side, and she figured it wouldn't hurt. Yet part of her knew she was going to miss him in their bed and selfishly wanted to wake him just so he could hold her.

In the end, she decided not to be selfish. She adjusted the blanket so it covered him more before kissing his forehead. "Good night," she whispered.