Holiday

                                    

                                          
Roland was overjoyed to see Regina when she stepped into the house. He threw his arms around her waist, clinging to her. "I'm so glad you're not in jail," he said.
                          
        	"That makes two of us," she replied, holding him close. "There are so many fairytales we still have to read, right?"
                          
        	"Right," Roland replied, nodding.
                          
        	Wrapping his arms around his family, Robin held them close. "What if we have a movie night to celebrate? All of us with some popcorn and soda."
                          
        	Regina shook her head. "We should have a proper dinner first. My little victory in court will not be used as an excuse for poor nutrition."
                          
        	The two groaned but when Roland looked up at Robin with pleading eyes, he shook his head. "Regina is right. We need to eat some real food first."
                          
        	"How about some pasta with garlic and oil paired with some grilled chicken?" Will asked, looking pointedly at Regina.
                          
        	She licked her lips as her eyes lit up and her stomach grumbled. "As long as there's no cheese, it sounds wonderful."
                          
        	"No cheese, don't worry," Will assured her before heading into the kitchen to start preparing the meal.
                          
        	After the shock of Henry's declaration had worn off, Regina wanted to know how he knew about her baby. Dr. Whale insisted it hadn't been him and Henry had interrupted, explaining that he was concerned Regina and Robin were hiding something serious from him. He asked Emma to eavesdrop at the door. When she heard that Regina was pregnant, she had quickly told Henry and Will. Everyone was overjoyed for them and since Will had already gone through Marian's pregnancy, he knew exactly how to accommodate her. Regina thought he might've been an angel come to Earth. Robin had told her not to inflate Will's ego.
                          
        	Robin rubbed her back. "Do you want to go rest? Maybe take a nap? I know it's been a long day."
                          
        	Fatigue weighed down her limbs and a nap did sound good. The sight of Roland's bright face, though, buoyed her spirits and she shook her head. "I want to play superheroes instead."
                          
        	Roland shook his head. "Let's play Princess and Knight instead. Please?"
                          
        	His wide brown eyes were too adorable to resist, so Regina chuckled as she nodded. "I think Princess and Knight is better."
                          
        	Cheering, he took her hand and led her to the playroom. She heard Robin's steps behind them and she glanced over at him, grinning. "And who are you going to be in our game?" she asked him.
                          
        	"Whoever the Good Knight determines," he replied. "Though I really hope I'm not the horse. I don't think my poor back can take it."
                          
        	Regina leaned down, smiling at Roland. "Papa is getting old."
                          
        	"Oi!" He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. "I am not old!"
                          
        	She laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers stroking his hair. "I don't know. I think I see some gray hairs there."
                          
        	"I think they make me look distinguished," he said, puffing out his chest.
                          
        	"They do," she said, softening her tone and lowering her voice. "You're turning into a silver fox and I like it."
                          
        	He kissed her and she smiled into it. This felt nice and, dare she say it, normal. Flirting with Robin, kissing him, and just letting him hold her all felt wonderful. She was never going to take "normal" for granted again.