Chapter Twelve

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It was a few minutes of staring before Regina decided that this Marian person was pretty. She was a bit paler than Regina, straight brunette hair that was long and her eyes had a suspicious glint in them that unnerved Regina. The woman in front of her was just moving her glare between her and Robin and Regina wasn't sure which one of them did she want to kill most, her or Robin.

"I'm Robin's ex-girlfriend. You're a good man Robin but I didn't think you would stoop as low as this," Marian said as she looked Regina up and down.

"Her name is Regina," Robin said as he wrapped his arm around Regina's waist and pulled her close. "She's my girlfriend and she's a hell of a lot better than you. Goodnight, Marian," he said before closing the door and locking it.

Regina wasn't worried about Marian since she knew Robin's feelings for her were genuine and strong as gold. Her concern only grew when she saw him pull away and cover his face with his hands. He looked stressed and overwhelmed and she's never seen him look like this before. There was always a smile on his face and she missed how he looked when his dimples appeared on his face.

"Come here," she said softly as she wrapped her arms around him in a comforting hug. After a few moments of their embrace, she decided to speak again. "So, we both have a crazy ex-partner who's a pain in our asses. What do you say we kill them and run away to Mexico?"

She had never heard him laugh so hard in his life and the sound brought a smile to her lips. After a while, she started to laugh with him and soon, they were both in a fit of giggles in the middle of the hallway. Robin composed himself first before he pulled Regina in close for another big hug. She heard him sniff hard and it made her smile knowing that he was sniffing in the smell of her apple-scented shampoo.

"You know I appreciate you, right? I feel like I don't say that bit enough," Robin said before he pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes.

"You don't but I know you appreciate me. I appreciate you too," she said rubbing her nose against his. "Now, go have some manly fun with Henry. I want to slip into something comfy. Being Ms.Mills is all fun until the skirts get too tight," she said as she pulled away completely.

"You'll always be cozy as a Locksley," Robin quipped before walking back into the living room.

Now, Regina wasn't sure what she felt first, confused or aroused. It was definitely a combination of both as she pushed the thought away and walked off into the bedroom. She pulled out her clothes from one of the drawers that Robin cleared out for her. A Locksley? She stripped off her clothes and pulled on leggings and a comfy sweater. But he's a Locksley. Her slippers were on her cold feet and her hair was up in a ponytail.

"He wants me to be a Locksley? How the hell do I feel about that?" Regina asked herself out loud before she walked out of the bedroom.

The sight before her made her dream of a future with these two boys. Henry was perched on top of Robin's shoulder as he went along trying to name every book on the shelves. Robin always tried to help him as he stuttered over the bigger words or the words in a different language. Apparently even when he wasn't on the clock he was always trying to teach the children a valuable lesson. He's a good guy maybe it wouldn't be so bad being a Locks-

"Hey, babe. Shouldn't you get the lasagna out the oven?" Robin said as he turned around and looked over at her.

"Oh, um, yeah I will. I was just about to get it," Regina said before she hurried into the kitchen to get the dinner out of the oven.

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"Can I have dessert?" Henry asked after he finished dinner, his face covered in tomato sauce.

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