Comfort Food

Babymoon (Part One)

"That's it," Robin said, backing away and wrapping his arm around her waist. "The nursery is all set up."

Regina looked at the beautiful wooden crib, the center piece of their nursery. A dresser sat against the back wall and the changing station was right next to it, already packed with diapers, wipes and bottles of baby powder. There was also the toy box Geppetto's Toys had given her and sitting on top of it was one of the stuffed monkeys from their baby shower. It matched the jungle theme painted on the walls—trees and different jungle animals decorating it, from monkeys to birds to snakes to a tiger.

"It's perfect," she said, leaning against him. "We're all ready for Henry."

"Yes, we are," he agreed. He grinned. "I say we deserve a reward."

She raised an eyebrow, hoping he meant what she thought he meant. "Muffin Man strudel?"

"You read my mind," he said, kissing her forehead. "Let's go get our shoes on."

They hurried to their room and put on their sneakers before heading downstairs. Queen was asleep on the couch, meaning they could sneak out without her wanting to come with them on their walk. Robin quietly closed the door behind him before taking her hand. "And here we go," he said.

A warm breeze blew past them as they turned out of their walkway and headed toward the main road. Regina laced her fingers with his and gave their latched hands a couple gentle swings. "It's a beautiful evening for a walk," she said.

"It is," he agreed, squeezing her hand. "Maybe we should get some ice cream instead of the strudel."

She gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. "Who are you and what have you done with my husband, Robin Locksley?"

He let out a belly laugh, letting go of her hand so he could wrap his arm around her and hold her close. "We can get both—but have the strudel another day. I now really want ice cream."

"Ice cream does sound good," she admitted, already tasting the creamy goodness on her tongue.

"Okay," he said, turning in the opposite direction of the Muffin Man once they got to the corner. "To Any Given Sundae we go!"

They continued to walk down the street and Regina sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "Soon we'll be pushing a stroller with us."

"Yes, we will," he said. "And one of us will be lugging a diaper bag with them."

She snorted. "You mean me."

"Not necessarily," he replied. "I also intend to lug that thing around. We're a team, right? Why should you break your back alone?"

"Good point. Can I get this in writing?" she teased him.

He pouted, pretending to be wounded. "What, my word isn't good enough?"

She smiled, raising her head so she could kiss him. "Of course it is. I know you will pull equal weight when it comes to parenting."

They arrived at Any Given Sundae and Robin pulled away from her. He opened the door and gave a little bow. "After you, milady."

"Thank you," she said, walking into the store. A blast of cold air hit her and she felt goosebumps rise on her arms. She wrapped them around her as Robin's warm body quickly pressed against her, gently pushing her toward the freezer so they could choose their ice cream flavors.