We All Will Be Together

New Year, New Life

A/N: Hey, everyone! So, my plan was to do this last year but then Old Blue (my laptop) died and I lost it all. I've spent 2018 trying to build it up again (though I'm still not as far along as I hoped) so I could spend 2019 giving you a peek into the lives of the Mills-Locksley family from my story The Christmas Wish. If you haven't read that first, you might want to read it—but you'll probably figure it out without reading it.

I'm reusing The Christmas Wish cover, which was made by glindalovesshoes. Thanks again, Eva!

Happy New Year!

Regina was getting used to waking up to a pair of strong arms around her and a warm body pressed against her back. She sighed as consciousness slowly crept upon her and snuggled deeper into Robin's embrace. He pressed a sleepy kiss to her shoulder and then the side of her head. "Happy New Year, Mrs. Locksley."

"Happy New Year, Mr. Mills-Locksley," she shot back, smiling.

He hummed. "If you want to hyphenate, I'm fine with that. Do you want to change the boys' names as well?"

She crinkled her nose, feeling like her brain had short-circuited. "Ugh. I think that's a question to be decided when I'm more awake and not hungover."

"Of course." He kissed her shoulder again before pulling away from her.

She shivered at the loss of his body warmth and rolled over to ask him where he was going. However, her stomach turned over and she clutched it with a groan. "Oh god...I think I'm going to be sick."

"Maybe we shouldn't have had that last round of champagne," he said, his voice sounding scratchy. He then groaned as well. "Or the shots."

"Are you going to lecture me about our drinking choices last night or are you going to help me before I'm sick all over the bed?" She held out her arm blindly, trying to reach out for her husband.

A warm and strong hand closed around hers and helped her helped her out of bed. He then wrapped an arm around her and walked with her toward their bathroom. She knelt and was sick into the toilet as Robin held her hair back.

She moaned as she sat back against him, hearing him flush the toilet for her. He leaned her against the bathtub. "I'm going to get a facecloth, sweetheart. I'll be right back."

"Okay, maybe you had a point about the champagne and the shots," she moaned, pressing her hand to her eyes to block out the little light that was trying to get past her eyelids.

Robin gently wiped her mouth before sitting down next to her. She fell over, resting her head on his shoulder. "This probably wasn't the picture you had in mind when you agreed to stay married to me," she said

He chuckled. "Believe it or not, this is exactly what I had in mind when I agreed to stay married to you."

"Really?" She would've opened her eyes and glared at him but she worried that would've triggered the headache she felt lurking behind her eyes.

"Well, I would've thought you'd have the flu and not be hungover, but I knew that this agreement would mean holding back your hair at some point," he told her.

She let out a wry laugh at his statement, acknowledging that truth of it. "Thanks. I'd do the same for you but I doubt your hair gets in your way."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm sure you'll take good care of me when I get sick."