Teaching Love

Chapter Seven

"Are you seriously not going to tell me where we're going for the weekend? We've been driving for over an hour," Regina complained as she looked over at Robin, her face in a cute pout.

"You know the angrier you get about this the cuter you look. I wish I could take a picture," he said as he kept his eyes on the long road ahead of them. "Would you like to talk about something else? We still have a while to go before we get there."

"Fine," the pouting woman said as she crossed her arms around her chest. "Why don't you tell me about your childhood."

"Hm, seems easy enough. I'm an only child who was raised mainly by my grandparents. It's not like my parents neglected me it was just that after dad's death mum threw herself into her work."

"When did your father die?" She asked him as she softened up her stance and listened to his story.

"I was ten at the time and I don't really recall much about him. I just know that I've taken after him and inherited his good lucks as mum likes to say. I have a close relationship with my mother now even though she still lives over in England."

"How do you guys keep in touch with each other? My mother is hours away and I can't keep in touch with her. Well, I don't like my mother so that's different," she said before laughing after a while. "I really hate my mother."

"Why don't you two get along? Mother and daughter bonds are important," he said as he looked over at her for a quick second.

"I'll get into that later. My life is the definition of complicated and it might scare you away. I'm tired of scaring people away," she said as she reached over to grab his hand. She laced her fingers with his and he gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm not the type of person to leave people that I lo- care about. Especially someone as gorgeous and intelligent as your beautiful self," he said which had Regina roll her eyes.

She had briefly heard the mention of a word beginning with an l. At that moment she decided to ignore the existence of the word. The "l" word, love, just didn't happen for her. She didn't deserve it, didn't deserve how well he treated her.

"Flattery gets you nowhere, Locksley."

"Well, for your information, Mills, it got you in my care for the weekend. So, with this evidence, I conclude that yes, flattery gets me somewhere," he told her with a cheeky grin and all she could think was well played.

"Anyways, tell me more about your family. Do you miss living in England?" Regina asked him and Robin hummed softly.

"Sometimes I do miss living in England. It was just so beautiful to me and football wasn't called "soccer". You Americans and changing everything I swear. Like can everyone just use Celsius instead of Farhenheit and the metric system, bloody hell, you people make everything so complex," he said and she couldn't help but laugh. "Trust me I do like America it's just not like my home country. One thing that America has that England doesn't however is..."

"Is what? Don't leave me hanging," she told him and smiled when he kissed her hand.

"England doesn't have you," he told her softly. "Trust me when I tell you I'm taking you to England one day. I want the most beautiful woman to see my beautiful country."

"Robin, you're the cheesiest man I've ever met I swear," she told him as she burst out in a fit of giggles.

Now, one thing that Regina Mills doesn't do is giggle. She felt like a little school girl giggling at her crush. Well, if she was honest with herself she considered Robin a crush, a lover. Maybe not a lover because she doesn't do love either. Giggling and love are in her no column but yet here she was with Robin Locksley giggling with butterflies flittering around her stomach.