The Nanny

The In-Between

"Last month, Regina Mills stood up and told the world about the sexual assaults she had endured at the hands of her employer, Leopold Blanchard, former CEO of Blanchard Financials. She was also cleared of a decades-old embezzlement charge when Blanchard as well as Edgar Gold, his former CFO, admitted to the scheme and blackmailing her to help them. All the while, her current employer and boyfriend, Sherwood founder and president Robin Lockley, stood by her side. Now they have even more to celebrate. Earlier today, Sherwood spokeswoman Dorothy Gale confirmed that Ms. Mills is pregnant. And it's double trouble—both a boy and a girl, as confirmed by Ms. Gale. Ms. Mills is due in early February and we wish Mr. Locksley but especially her the best as she embarks on motherhood," the anchor of Storybrooke's evening news said with a bright smile.

"I'm already a mother," Regina muttered as she sat up in bed. She resisted the urge to turn off the TV, not until the weather report since she knew Robin wanted to see it.

He climbed into bed with her, the smell of mint filling her nose as he leaned forward to kiss the side of her head. "Yes, you are. We can always send out a press release that tells all those gits that you are already Roland's mum if you want."

She sighed, shaking her head before resting it on his shoulder. "All the important people know about my relationship with Roland. No one else matters."

"Here, here," he said, his eyes wandering back to the TV screen. "Oh, the weather is on. Turn up the volume."

Though Regina did as he asked, she told him: "I can tell you what the weather is going to be like. Rain. Just like today, just like yesterday and just like the day before that. Rain, rain, rain."

"Unfortunately, our forecast isn't bringing back the sun any time soon," the meteorologist said, looking contrite. "This storm system has stalled over our area and is being fed by all the water around Storybrooke. We're looking at a least two more days of rain before it moves out thanks to a low-pressure system coming into the area."

Robin groaned as Regina gloated. "See? I told you. Rain. We're all starting to get cabin fever being cooped up in the house all the time. And it's not going to help that the contractors are going to be here to tear down the wall in the nursery next week."

"Well, there are a lot of rooms in the house," he said. "I'm sure you'll all find some place where you won't hear them. Or do you want us to go to a hotel while they do it?"

She shook her head. "I don't think Roland is ready to sleep somewhere that isn't his bed yet. And we'll all just be even more cramped."

"We wouldn't be in your standard hotel room, Regina," he replied, amused. "We'd be one of the penthouses. It'd be like living in a house. Just on top of a hotel."

"While that sounds luxurious, I still don't think Roland is going to want to spend time there," she replied, repeating her main objection the plan.

He sighed, nodding. "You're right. He's still working up to a night away from the house. And it should probably be with his grandparents rather than a hotel."

"That would probably be for the best," she said before sighing. "Until then, we'll just have to make do."

"Do you want to send your father someplace else until everything is done? I could put him and Emma up somewhere," Robin then offered, no doubt sharing her concern about her father's health during the construction work.

She shook her head, already having debated it out in her head. "Daddy mostly keeps to the first floor. I don't think it'll bother him too much. And he'll probably be glad we're all down there anyway."