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Charlotte Robin Mills.  

His lips still stretch into a wide grin whenever those words escaped his mouth. Charlotte was Regina’s idea while Robin was Zelena’s. He couldn’t agree more; it is a beautiful name. Having a daughter is one of the world’s magical wonders that has ever happened to him. Robin still remembers how it feels when he first held her. She was squirmy, small, yet warm. Her daughter calmed instantly as they put her in his arms. All of the unfortunate circumstances that lead to her birth suddenly floated away. Robin loves how babies smell, but he became utterly drunk in love when it has to do with his own flesh and blood. 

One thing Robin is grateful for is that Charlotte is the spitting image of himself. None of her mother’s features is traced in her tiny figure—well, except for her height. Charlotte has his face, his smile, his nose, and most importantly, his eyes. She is an adventurous young girl. Charlotte has a free spirit; she loves nature as much as he does. She’s already showing her interest in archery. She had begged for her Aunt Snow White to teach her. However, her mother says that Charlotte has to be a bit older before starting her lesson. Robin scoffed when he heard that ridiculous reason. What is wrong with being five and have an archery lesson? He had his first lesson around her age, and so is Roland. Zelena is worrying over nothing. Thank goodness Regina and Roland was on his side. They had been secretly giving Charlotte a lesson or two about archery, introducing her to the equipment she needed for the sport he excelled at.

Robin’s attention shifted back to his daughter that was sitting on the floor. Charlotte was surrounded by toys while Robin was watching over her from the couch. She is playing with her new dragon plushie, an early birthday gift her Mama Regina gave the other day. He laughed at the mess before his eyes, knowing Regina always jokes about how messy Charlotte could be. She always says that it’s one of the quirks that’s inherited from him. Robin refuses to believe.

But maybe, Regina has a point. Charlotte was playing carelessly and knocked over her apple juice. The sugary liquid quickly pooled on the floor, accidentally wetting the humidifier plug that was near. Charlotte saw the plug, picking it up. Robin shouted, stopping her daughter from whatever she’s planning, but she didn’t seem to be listening. She remembered how much her Mama loves the humidifier. Her mood always lights up when the room is well humidified. Turning around, Charlotte looked for the wall socket where Regina usually plugs it in. She smiled when he found the thing she’s been looking for. Realizing what his daughter was trying to do, Robin jumped off the couch and ran towards his daughter.

"Charlotte, drop that! You’ll hurt yourself!" She didn’t seem to budge. Charlotte kept doing what she’s doing, not even bothered to listen. Her hands were centimeters away from the socket, so Robin stepped up and grabbed her hand to stop her. But it wasn’t his hand that stopped the kid from getting electrocuted. It was Zelena’s.

Robin’s hand went through her hand like air. He couldn’t touch his daughter.

He is a ghost.

He died five years ago as a hero, protecting Regina and Charlotte from Hades’s Olympian crystal. Robin remembered how Hades told them about how the crystal will obliterate his soul. However, he knows for sure Hades was bluffing because here he is, still wandering in the land of the living as a ghost. The second his soul left his body, Robin finds himself pretty much still in this world, although in another form. Robin wants to look after his daughter. Hence, he is stuck in this land as a ghost. Also, Robin needs to know if Regina is coping well with his departure or not.

It’s not like he didn’t try to move on. He did. Robin planned to stay until Charlotte can crawl, but then he wanted to see her walk. He was there when Charlotte took her first step. Still feeling unsure, Robin waited a little longer; promised that he would leave once Charlotte said her first word. One thing led to another. He was never satisfied, nor was he sure enough to leave. He has an unfinished business going, but instead of being in the Underworld, he is here, walking around unseen by anyone.

"I can’t believe you missed a spot like that, Regina!" He threw himself to the couch in Regina’s office. His cheeks were blood-red from the anger rising inside him. This had been his daily routine, visiting Regina in her office. "How could you not install a socket cover in that spot? This is why I told you not to give Zelena a second chance! She was so careless! How dare she left Charlotte plays unsupervised like that?"

Robin paced back and forth around her office while Regina, of course, seemed to be unbothered. He sat on the chair across her. "You should’ve kept an eye on Charlotte, you know? I know you’re busy with your mayoral duties, but you are always the better mother, Regina. I feel saver when you’re around my—our—daughter." Robin leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "Funny that I don’t even trust my daughter around her mother. What kind of father am I?"

Regina suddenly lifted her head, looking in Robin’s direction. He immediately sat up straighter and waved his hand on her face. Did she finally see him? He needs to know. "Regina?"

"Damn. I forgot to tell Snow that Charlotte doesn’t like strawberry shortcake anymore." She muttered. He huffed in disappointment. Regina still doesn’t know that he’s still here.

 Walking over the fireplace, Robin stopped and look at each framed photograph attentively. Henry and his girlfriend. Roland and his first soccer match. Last Christmas. Their kids’ birthday. He saw it all, everything. He was there with them, celebrating every occasion without even them knowing. He came to a halt at the last photograph on the shelf. It is a recent one, his girls in Charlotte’s first ballet recital. Robin should’ve been there, hugging and peppering kisses down his daughter’s cheek. He could’ve been there, telling Charlotte how proud he was of her had his fate gone differently.

"You really are that busy, huh?" Robin chuckled dryly. "I’m gonna leave now. I’m heading to the school and see how our kids are doing, okay? Don’t forget to take a break and have lunch. You skipped yours yesterday. I love you, Regina.”

Robin stopped by the church backyard, finding the only person in town that knows he exists. “Good afternoon, Blue!”

“Good afternoon, Robin. Heading to school?” the Blue Fairy greeted. Robin nodded. He walked past the fence as if there was nothing there. Well, he is a ghost, after all.

“How are you today?” Robin sat on the bench near the fairy who was tending a bed of roses.

“I’m good, thank you.” Blue stopped short. Putting down the trowel, she washed her hands and sat beside Robin. “What about you? When are you going to come home?”

Rolling his eyes, Robin leaned back, staring at the sky. “You know I don’t like this question.”

“But you know I’m right.” He hung his head low, ashamed. “What holds you back, Robin? You’ve seen it all. Her first crawl, her first step, her first word, her first day of school… You’ve seen more than what you first wanted. You can still look after them from up above. Charlotte is fine. She has the best moms and has a lot of male figures around her. Regina is not in that dark place anymore. They’re moving on with their lives. What makes you afraid to cross the bridge?”

“I—” He felt the tears were at bay. “I just want to protect them. I’m fine being like this, as long as I know that they’re okay.”

“But can you protect them? In this form?” Blue didn’t need Robin to answer. They both know what the answer is already. “It’s soon going to be five years since that night, Robin. This isn’t where you belong.”

“But nothing has happened. Everything is fine the way it is!” Robin defended.

“You don’t know that.” Blue remained cool. She never lost her control. “You don’t know what damaged you’ve caused for sure. You’ve acted against the law, Robin. This is the land of the living. You’re not supposed to be in here.”

Robin bit the inside of his cheek. “But Charlotte is turning five next week. There’s no way I’m going to miss her birthday.”

“You said that in her other four.” Now it is Blue that rolled her eyes.

“Okay! At least one last birthday. I wanna see Charlotte blows her candles one last time, and I’ll leave. You have my word.”

Blue chuckled. She folded her hands on her chest, raising an eyebrow. “Do you promise?” He nodded. He’s not sure about that, but he did anyway.

“Okay. I’ll collect your vows soon.”

Robin got up and left the church with a weight on his shoulders. Charlotte’s 5^th birthday is next Sunday. He only had a week left to look after his loved ones.

Robin sat by Charlotte’s bed, wishing he could stroke her hair and wake her up with kisses. Tickles sound even better. He sighed, keeping his tears at bay. His daughter is a year older today. Robin tried to fit in the small space on her bed, lying down beside his sleeping child.

“Happy birthday, Princess.”

Charlotte stirred in her sleep, which made her father hold his breath in anticipation. She rubbed the sleep off of her eyes, stretched her body, and roll over to her side. She came face to face with Robin. Robin tried to stroke her cheek, but he failed. He put on a smile, “Good morning, birthday girl.”

Charlotte smiled before she got off the bed and zoomed into Regina’s bedroom.

Robin blinked a few times, realizing what just happened. Did she just smile at him? Or was it all just in his head? Was it all just a coincidence? He ran past the walls into Regina’s room, seeing his girls are cuddling under the blanket.

“Wake up, Mama! Wake up! Can we blow my candles already?”

Regina pulled her niece closer. Her voice is still hoarse and heavy from the long night sleep she took. “Later, darling. We have to wait for your aunts and uncles to come, also Henry. You don’t want anyone to miss it, do you?”

Charlotte shook her head. “Where’s Mom?”

“She’ll be here later. I asked her to pick up your cake.” Regina said, kissing the apple of her cheek.

“Is it chocolate?” She smiled, showing off her toothy grin.

“Yes, sweetie.” Regina threw her blanket off, carrying Charlotte on her back. “Come on, let’s wake Roland up and cook breakfast, okay?”

Robin watched them made breakfast, stacked up the french toast as if it was a cake, and sang happy birthday to make Charlotte laugh. Due to this morning incident, Robin decided to stay away from their sight. Zelena came not long after with the birthday cake. These sisters had gone so far. They got along so well, raising his daughter together (well, mostly it’s Regina’s doing. He owed her a lot for that). They made an excellent team. He is glad that Charlotte is surrounded by the people who love her.

The party started around noon. Zelena and Regina had decorated the living room in a mermaid theme. Snow White barged in with dozens of purple shades balloons in her hand, David followed behind her with Neal. Emma & Killian came with the group. They brought boxes of gifts for Charlotte to tear later today. Henry specially came home today to celebrate his only cousin’s birthday.

Everyone gathered here today for his daughter. It was honestly painful for him to watch, knowing he couldn’t be there joining the party. Robin watched how Charlotte interacted with David. He appreciates David for loving her the way he loves Neal and Emma. The way he stepped up and make sure Charlotte grew up with a father figure in her life is something Robin could never repay. His Merry Men showed up not long after, joining the festivities. Charlotte bright up even more to see her favorite uncles, who always take her on little forest rendezvous.

That’s when Robin realized Blue is right. He had nothing to be worried about. His friends stepped up to make sure Charlotte didn’t lack any fatherly advice. Regina is moving on. She is happier. The Charmings & his Merry Men are taking such good care of his ladies. This means Robin had to fulfill his vow. He had to leave.

Zelena’s footsteps pulled him out of his musings. He remembered that they were in the middle of celebrating Charlotte’s birthday. He should’ve tried to live the present while it lasts. He finally came out of his hiding, standing in the corner near Regina’s favorite divan. Zelena put the cake in the middle of the room where her daughter had been waiting impatiently. Soon, everyone started to gather around the birthday girl and starts singing happy birthday.

“Stop, stop!” Roland covered the candles right before she blew them. “Make a wish, Charlotte!”

She looked across the room like she was trying to find someone. Maybe she was just secretly thanking everyone; who knows?

Charlotte stopped when her eyes caught his presence. He knew he didn’t imagine things. His daughter was looking at him the way she did this morning. She’s smiling at him. Charlotte is staring right at him with that toothy grin he loves so much. She tilted her head.

“Charlotte?” He called out cautiously. “You see me, Princess?” Charlotte nodded. It was barely noticeable, but Robin knew she was nodding. Her smile got even wider when Robin called her in that nickname.

“I love you, Papa!” and she blew out the candles.

He was taken aback. Robin wasn’t dreaming, was he? It was real. Charlotte saw and recognized him as her father. Robin slowly backed out, running to the place he knew he might get an answer for this.

“Did you say papa?” Zelena cut through.

Her niece nodded, pointing to her divan. There was a coffee table nearby where Regina placed a picture of Robin on top of it. Everyone else, including her sister, thought Charlotte was referring to the photo. Regina begged to differ. Her gut was telling her the other way. Her niece had never even once talked to his photograph, let alone having a conversation like that.  Regina felt her heart plummet to the ground. All of a sudden, she felt dizzy and nauseous.

Is Robin here with them?

“She saw me!” Robin’s head popped through the wall and scared the living out of Blue.

“How many times have I told you to never do that?  You don’t know how terrifying it is to see a head coming through your wall!” Blue still threw her cushion toward his direction, nevertheless, knowing it was useless.

Robin grinned sheepishly, pushing his ghostly body through the wall. “My daughter knows me! My daughter sees me! Charlotte called me Papa, Blue!”

 “Robin, that’s not a good thing.”

“What do you mean it’s not? It’s what I always wanted! She knows I’m here! Who knows, maybe they will finally know that I’m here to protect them.”

Blue broke the bad news in a deep, stern voice. It was felt like an arrow was shot right to his heart. “That means your child can see ghosts. She sees what she’s not supposed to. We don’t know what and how this gift will affect her. Not all spirits are good, Robin. You of all people know that.”

“It was because of me, wasn’t it?”

She shrugged. “Well, kids have weak energy.”

“But I’ve been next to her ever since that night.” Robin looked at the floor. Tears are already forming in his eyes. “Then it is my fault. You should’ve told me that.”

“I’ve told you to stay away! I told you to move on.”

Robin didn’t seem to listen. He was lost in his own thoughts, in his own guilts. “So, I’ve caused this. This is my fault because I am a ghost. It’s my fault.”

“You just wanted to be by her side because she’s your daughter.”

“Charlotte.” He sobbed. “What’s gonna happen to Charlotte?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. But now we know she can see you. Other spirits will know that your daughter has this ability. Soon, they will probably start to swarm around her. She’s still a kid. There’s a high chance that she can’t tell spirits and humans apart. So… she’s in some kind of danger.”

Robin knew he had to go. There’s a chance that Charlotte’s ability will go away if he does (right?). His head hung low the whole way back home. Robin needs to see his family one last time, bid them adieu. He was ready to say goodbye, but he heard a commotion coming from the house. Everyone was shouting Charlotte’s name. Zelena and her sister seemed to be fighting. The birthday party seems to turn into a nightmare.

“How can you lose her? There’s only one way to go in and out!” Regina screamed in anger.

“Now you blame me?! She went to the bathroom and disappeared!” Veins were popping on Zelena’s neck.

“She’s not in your room, Mom.” Henry testified.

“Not in hers too.” Roland amended.

“What are you guys talking about? Where’s Charlotte?” Robin shouted, panicking. Nobody could hear him.

“She won’t be far, Regina. Maybe she’s just playing hide and seek. We knew she loves to prank with us.” Snow tried to calm her friend down. “Come on, let’s split up and try to find her again.”

How the hell could they lose a child?

Robin went along with the party. He ran around the house through the walls unseen, shouting her name. Charlotte was not in her room, not even under the bed nor in the closet. Robin put his head through every closet door in the house, but his daughter was still nowhere to be found. It was when he ran past the kitchen, Robin saw another ghost. A spirit of a child somewhere around Charlotte’s age. He walked out from the refrigerator, giggling, and ran to the backyard, leaving the house. Following his gut, Robin ran toward the fridge and put his head inside.

Charlotte was there, curling up because of the cold. She was pale; her lips were turning blue. He called out her name, but it was no use. Robin tried to touch her, shake her body, but his efforts were also useless. He couldn’t touch her. When Robin pulled out his head, he saw Emma ran past them without even bother to look toward the kitchen.

“She’s inside the refrigerator!” Robin shouted, jumped, waved his hand to caught Emma’s attention. “Somebody, please! Please hear me out!” He went back inside, trying to wake the child up. “Charlotte, come on. Wake up! Wake up, Princess! You got to let them know you’re here. C’mon. Wake up! Do something, Princess.”

Charlotte was unresponsive. Her breathing slowed down, making her father drown in worries even more. He shouted as loud as he could in the hope of waking her up. She stirred, stretched her foot which accidentally kicked open the fridge. Snow happened to pass by. She realized the refrigerator door was opened, so she checked it out and found a shivering child inside.

Charlotte was rushed to the hospital.

Robin had watched how the doctors worked to save his daughter from the hospital’s window. She is now okay. The doctors did a great job in stabilizing her. Charlotte had been transferred to a private ward and was supposed to wake up in a few hours. Both of her moms were sitting on her sides, holding her hand. They refused to left the girl alone. No one blamed each other for what happened anymore; they agreed it was their fault. They should’ve kept an eye so that Charlotte wasn’t playing pranks by hiding in the refrigerator.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault, Robin knew. It was his. She must’ve been playing with that spirit that led her into this accident. His daughter must’ve thought it was just another kid at her birthday party. She probably can’t tell spirits and humans apart— Blue’s voice ringing in his ears.

Robin fell to the ground, sobbing, crying, screaming, shouting. Like a broken record, he kept on whispering “I’m so sorry, Charlotte” through his sobs. Robin blamed the deities for doing this to his family. All he ever wanted was just to look after his loved ones, to be by their side. Was it too much to ask for?

How could the deities be so cruel? Why did Hook, who was literally a villain got a second chance, and he doesn’t? Was this what is called fair? Why? Why can’t he? He just wanted to touch his daughter. Kissing her, hugging her, telling her how much he loves her. He wanted to be there for Henry and Roland to help and guide them, being the good role model for those boys to look up to. He wanted to be there with Regina. Being a family of five, get married and raised their kids together.

“I just want to stay and watch my kids grow up! Am I not allowed to have that? Why can’t I have that?” He shouted to the sky as tears streaming down his face like a waterfall. He was frustrated, angry even. “You made me like this! You turned me into a ghost! I had to endure the pain of not being able to stop my children’s cry at night! I had to watch Regina ruined herself because you made me this way! Why? WHY?!”

Robin pulled his hair out. He looked up to the sky like he was talking to the gods. His voice was thick with hatred. “Why do you hate me so much?!”

The doctors dismissed their girl after a day of observation. Robin promised himself he will cross the bridge once he knows Regina and Charlotte made it home safely. Knowing how much danger he had caused, he refrained himself from being too close to them. Thus, Robin watched them from across the street. He watched how Zelena buckled their daughter to a car seat. Her healthy rosy cheeks are back. Charlotte is fine as if nothing ever happened. He watched the sister duo talk to each other, probably talking about their new arrangement to take care of Charlotte; he never knew. Zelena rounded the car and sat in the middle seat beside their child. That means Regina was in charge of driving them today. Robin can’t stop staring at his soulmate. This is going to be his last day to watch her this close, after all.

Feeling watched, Regina paused and looked around. She squinted her eyes, finding who’s the creep that dared to pry on her family and herself. Her glare went across the street, realizing there was a figure leaning over a tree. She focused her sight on that figure, but then Regina couldn’t believe her eyes. She shut her eyes closed, thinking he would go away if she did that, but the figure was still there when she opened her eyes.

It was her Robin. She gasped then mouthed: “Robin?”

Robin knows she sees him. His heart skipped a beat, his palms started to sweat. He saw how she mouthed his name; it was proof for him to know that she really saw him. Their gaze lock for a few minutes before Regina broke it down then got inside the car. She drove away from the hospital, leaving Robin’s jaw dropped. How can Regina saw him? Was her energy as weak as Charlotte’s?

His confusion was answered by shivers he felt on his body wind blew past him. It also blew the dry leaves off its branch, then one leaf landed on his shoulder instead of falling onto the ground.

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He is alive. Or whatever it is, Robin realized he’s not a ghost anymore. The leaf didn’t go through his shoulder like it used to. His hands weren’t see-through anymore. His first initial reaction was to go home, but it will only freak his family out. He was dead. Not for one day nor two days, he had been gone for five years. As much as he wants to go back to his family, finding the answers to this extraordinary circumstance is more important. He needed to find the reason then came with an explanation for everyone, most importantly, for Regina. The only person who could only answer this mystery without his reappearance scaring them out is Mother Superior, alias Blue. Robin had no other choice but to turn to her. The only problem is, Storybrooke is a small town. Everybody knows each other in this place. Knowing he was the mayor’s partner plus one of those “heroes” in town, it sure as hell anyone would recognize him very well. Robin’s biggest concern right now is how to get to the church without being seen because catching anyone’s attention is the least on his list. His only option to be undetected was to walk in the forest, even if it means it’ll take him longer and further, then so be it. Robin just hoped he didn’t pass any of his Merry Men that were patrolling the forest.

It turns out getting to the church was no problem at all. He really knows which path should be avoided. The only minor problem he had was to take a break now and then to catch his breath. Being a ghost for five years had made him forgot all the way about how tiring it was to walk this far. By the time Robin made it to the church’s back entrance, his legs were already killing him, and he was drenched in sweat. He might miss being a ghost solely for that reason.

Robin almost bumped the gate had he not remembered that he is not a ghost anymore. He then knocked on the gate rapidly, knowing that Blue is always somewhere around her garden at this time of the day. His only hope is that Blue will be the one who opens the door because if it’s anyone else, Robin can’t even imagine what’s going to happen.

When it’s her that opened the door, Robin didn’t realize he was exhaling the breath that’s been held. Blue was as shocked as he was hence her silence. The first thing the fairy did was grab the outlaw by the hand, ushered him to get inside. They need to learn about this before anything else.

 “What did you do?” Blue sneaked Robin into her study through the farthest route she could take just to avoid bumping onto the other fairies. Robin was forced to sit across the room as she drowns herself in a pile of books. Flipping every book in her possession, Blue looked as annoyed as ever yet curious how did this happen. “No one had ever come back from the dead.”

He rolled his eyes. What kind of bullshit was that when they both know that Mr. Gold did? Also, let’s not forget that the town’s handless wonder got that chance too. Robin could never forget how that pirate got resurrected right in front of his casket as the savior was, by chance, crying over his passing. He remembered sneering at the crying woman because she looked somehow ridiculous since they’re not that close when he was alive. The memory of them sharing a passionate kiss burned into his mind. The way the blonde woman added insult to Regina’s injury when she claimed her pirate boyfriend had a second chance in his service. Robin’s heart was broken for Regina. So, to say no one had ever come back from the dead feels like an insult for him.

She exhaled exasperatedly. “Well, you’re right. But he’s not dead like you were. It’s more like he was trapped in the Underworld because of whatever unfinished business he had.”

“As if I don’t have any unfinished businesses.”

“Right, I know. I’m sorry for my ignorance.” Blue slammed close the book in annoyance. She hasn’t found any sensible answer about this, and it pissed her off. “I just… What exactly did you do?”

“I said I don’t know. Maybe this is my second chance? Perhaps it finally hit them that I deserved a second chance. Who knows? Maybe it is a gift.” He shrugged confidently. Robin is more than convinced that this is the second chance he deserved badly despite the circumstances being way too peculiar.

“Did you say something that might irk the deities?” She carefully asked. Seeing how Robin’s expressions changed so slightly, Blue knew he did something. He got to because whatever this is, it’s unusual. Robin might have done something that defied them.

Truth to be told, he did. All Robin could think about was that afternoon in the hospital, where he almost lost Charlotte. He could recollect himself screaming, shouting, mocking, basically outdared the deities for not giving him the second chances he desperately wanted. Biting his lips, Robin cringed, knowing how far he had crossed the line. It was impolite, and no words can ever describe how embarrassing was he. Robin felt ashamed, even.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Robin laughed awkwardly. “Well, there was a minor problem… But that’s unimportant—OH! Was that what changed me back? Wow! If that’s what it is, sure as hell that the deities had a specifically unique taste. I should’ve done it a few years ago then had I known it would end incredibly like this.”

“Robin, will you shut your mouth for a minute?” Blue pointed at the book that she currently reads. “I might have found something. So, please. Would you stop talking for a minute or two and let me focus?” When she made him nodded and kept his mouth shut, Blue mouthed a sincere thank you before pulling out papers and pen for the essential information she discovered.

Robin fidgeted in his seat. Each minute passed without Blue saying anything feels like torture. He was extremely impatient today, for not only Robin needs an answer; a reasonable cause about any of this, he wanted—needed—to go home. He needed to hold Charlotte in his arms, kiss her, lift her… Just do whatever his heart had longed for these past five years. Thinking about finally having another chance to run his hands on Regina’s locks he loves so much sent butterflies to his stomach. Roland and Henry… Oh, how his boys had grown so much. Robin had missed everything. He didn’t get the chance to teach them life lessons, but now he does. His heart already where took him where it belongs, on the white mansion in Mifflin Street. They both didn’t realize how much time has passed until Blue finally finished, slamming herself to the chair nearby. Robin rushed to her left to find whatever the fairy had discovered.

He invaded Blue’s private space with those sparkly puppy eyes. “So, was I right? It was a gift, right?”

She sneered. “You really have the audacity to say it’s a gift? For God’s sake, Robin, this is a judgment.”

“A judgment?”

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” The only response she got from Robin was only a shrug. He didn’t seem sure about that. “So, from what I gathered, I believe that you were given a chance to be reincarnated.”

“If I get to be reborn, why is this is a judgment?” Robin raised his eyebrow. Everything was already too much to handle, let alone this statement Mother Superior just claimed.

“You see… Before you reincarnate, you’ll be judged whether or not you deserved to be born again. Either you’ll become a human again, or dogs, bugs, things like that. And the only plausible explanation is that you get to be judged here, on earth, instead of up there.”

Robbin nodded. He had heard this somewhere before, couldn’t remember when or how. “I’m being judged here? How?”

“You have 49 days. If you’re able to return to your place in said time, then you’ll be able to stay alive. If you don’t, then you’ll be forced to go up there and… I honestly don’t know what happens next.”

“Your place? What do you mean?” Robin glanced over the notes in Blue’s hand to make sure she was speaking the truth. She was. Everything was written on that paper. Still feeling unsure, Robin took the book and skimmed over the part that says about reincarnation. The fairy didn’t make it up.

“You have to be where you are supposed to be had you didn’t die. Be the father to your children, be Regina’s soulmate.”

He clasped his hand in confidence. “Then this should be easy. I just need to show up on Regina’s porch then everything will be fine. I don’t even need 49 days. I could do it right now!” Robin hurried outside, but Blue caught him right before he reached the door.

“Hey! It’s probably not that easy. You can’t just walk in and expect Regina or anyone that welcomes you by the door will accept you just like that. You’ve been gone for five years, for starters. They’ve used to live a life without you… They had their new ways of living. Besides, you’ll scare them off if you just show up at their door.” Blue drew soothing circles on his hand. “Calm down. I am not trying to hold you back from your family, Robin. In fact, the sooner you get to them, the better. But let me help. I just want your reunion to be as smooth as possible. What happened to you was weirdly uncommon. I want them to fully understand what happened, so there will be less drama, less shock.”

She had a point. The last thing Robin wanted is to scare his family while not being able to help them come up with a reasonable explanation about it. The only person who could calmly tell them about his condition is Blue. Blue knew his whole story right from the very beginning, how she caught him being Regina’s shadow in those early days. She was the one who offered console when Robin lost his way, helping him to adjust to his new life as a ghost. Blue is the only friend he had in those five years. He knew Blue acted out of sincerity.

“You’re right. What do we do next?”

Robin had asked the fairy to come and help him explain everything because there will be a lot for them to catch up to, a lot of doubt and questions that he couldn’t answer himself. Thankfully Blue agreed to do so. They gave Regina a call right away. The fairy asked whether the mayor had the time to meet today because she had an important matter to discuss, which caught Regina by surprise. She also asked if they could meet somewhere private, best if they meet at her house. Regina was a bit confused, but she agreed. If it’s that important, then Regina agreed it’s best if they meet at her house.

In less than an hour, Blue and Robin were already standing in Regina’s gateway. Robin had always visited this place every day, yet there was a distinct atmosphere he felt right now as he stood on her porch. There’s no bittersweet feeling that used to linger, probably because he is here now, seen and heard. Robin was also nervous, to say the least.

“I’ll… stay over here first.” He said, hiding behind a pillar. “I don’t want to scare her. And umm… Can you knock for me?”

Blue had to knock three times before Robin heard the front door being opened. Regina is standing there. He just knew, although his back was against the pillar. “Hi, come on in. What is that so important that you can’t talk over the phone?” He could hear her chuckled lowly—God, how he wanted to come out of his hiding so bad.

“Is Zelena at home?” Blue asked carefully.

“No. She still has some errands to run. Why?” He could hear the curiosity in her voice.

“It’s… Uhm—I think it’s better if we don’t include her in this conversation yet. So yeah, I think we’re good for now. Are your children at home?”

“Charlotte is still with her mother, but she will be dropped here sometime later today. Roland is at the camp with the Merry Men, and Henry is at Emma’s. But they should be home soon. Why is that again, might I ask?”

Blue looked over her shoulder in his direction. She gave him a nod, whatever that means. “Because… Where this conversation is heading might as well involve your children.”

“Did my children do something wrong?” She grew concerned. “I’m so sorry if they did. Was any damage done? It’s kind of weird since no one mentions any of it to me since we know words spread fast in this town—oh my God. Did any of them hurt you? I—”

The fairy placed both of her arms on the mayor’s shoulders. “No, Regina. None of them did anything. You raised them so well. They’re lovely.” She gently squeezed her shoulders; in hopes to pass on some strength to the brunette; to brace what’s going to come. “I’m here because I brought you a present.” Smiled Blue.

“Oh?”

“Try not to freak out, okay? I will explain everything down to the details.”

Regina just nodded. She didn’t even have any suspicions about what’s going to happen. She was utterly clueless.

“Regina, I want you to meet–” She gave him his clue to come out from his hiding. His heartbeat rhythm is like a galloping horse; he can hear it in his ears. He lifted his head slowly, searching for the angelic face he loves so much. Regina stumbled backward. In a swift motion, her shaky hand covered her mouth. Robin knew she must be in some kind of denial right now, and he couldn’t blame her for that. Tears started forming in her eyes at the same pace. Robin took three steps closer. He smiled softly; his eyes betrayed him already. Tears had streamed down his face like a waterfall. Blue looked at Regina, then back at him, back and forth–like a proud mother over her children. “I want you to meet Robin.”

“This can’t be.” Regina leaned against the doorframe. It felt like her soul left her body. “You are with Queenie. Why are you here?”

Robin took another step closer. He knew who she meant by that. “No, I’m not him. I am your Robin, love.”

Regina backed down slowly, almost slamming the door on them had Robin not stopped it. “Regina, please. This is true. I am not playing some kind of sick joke with you.”

“Come on, Regina.” Begged Robin. “Let us in. Blue and I will explain everything, I promise. Please… You know I am right. I know you know it is me.”

Driven by her subconsciousness, Regina led the duo to the living room. She was dumbfounded by this man who sat across her. This is way too sick to be some kind of a game. Both of her guests look uncomfortable by her glare, but like she cares. Regina had all the right to be suspicious.

“Tell me something only the real Robin knows.” She snapped as cold as ice. Ouch.

“Regina—“ Blue tried to defend themselves, only to received a gentle head shake from Robin.

“It’s okay. Regina had all the right to be suspicious. Besides, I see no harm in answering her question.” Robin closed his eyes for a few seconds. He knows exactly what could convince her. “I think no one knows what happened in our first meeting. No, I’m not talking about when I saved you from that flying monkey. I am talking about the moment where I trailed you to the secret tunnel. We never talked about what happened in that castle to anyone.”

“True.” Her voice softened a bit. Regina started to loosen and to warm up.

“We bicker a lot in that tunnel that leads to your mother’s crypt. Ah, I remembered how shocked you were when we found the door opened though you sealed it with blood magic. We didn’t know who we were dealing with back then.”

Her lips curled up almost instantly. It was subtle, but Robin could see it very well. Regina tried to hide it by keeping on talking. “Then what happened?”

“Then you lead me to your wing where you walked over your vanity. I was afraid you would make some kind of dark potion and use that on me, but you didn’t. It was a sleeping potion for you to use. You couldn’t bear the pain of losing Henry, so you just want to sleep it all away. I did try to stop you by giving you some hope speech that you hate so much, which got me standing stuck where I was while you dealt with your sister because you put a spell on me so I couldn’t move.” He laughed. When they first met, none of them thought it would lead to this. “Did I mention you also choke me? It was kinda hot; to think about it.”

 The curl on her lips grew even more. Robin felt like he could do this all day. “Long story short, you didn’t use that potion. Instead, you had the urge to destroy your sister, who now becomes your best friend.” He moved to sit beside Regina, holding her hand… God, how Robin could hear his heart pounding his ears. Tears rained down his cheek; he was in disbelief.

Perhaps this is what they called magic because when he put his hand on hers, Regina knew they weren’t lying. This is her Robin, and she just knew. Regina wasn’t sure why but his touch feels like home, unlike Queenie’s Robin touch. As if she wasn’t crying before, her eyes brimmed with tears. Involuntarily a whisper escaped her mouth. “It’s you.”

Robin nodded. Blue had started to cry as well.

 “Is this real? Am I dreaming?” Regina pinched and tapped herself on the cheek. It stings; she wasn’t dreaming. “How did you get here? How did this happen?”

He gave the fairy a look, hoping she would take the wheel. Blue understood his silent plea. Thus, she cleared her throat, then proceed to tell her the whole story. There were white lies thrown here and there, like how they didn’t tell her Robin’s rebellious act caused this. Also, she and Robin had agreed to leave out most of the part where Charlotte has the ability to see ghosts, especially when it was him that caused it. Robin will tell Regina later when the timing is right. He knows that having to learn he came back from the dead was already too much for her to handle.

Blue excused herself right when her job was done, leaving the couple to reconnect and solve any problems that might arise to the surface on their own. She didn’t want to be nosey nor butt in on their private business.

“So, you were… a ghost?” Robin knew Regina is going to have a hard time processing these facts. “Literally… a ghost? Like those in the movies?”

“Well, not exactly. I don’t scare people if that’s what you mean. But yeah, you heard it right. I was a ghost.”

“And you are here because you are being judged?” Regina leaned back, folding her hands in front of her. “I don’t understand.”

“I have to prove to them I deserve the second chance. I have to be there for our kids, for you. The deities will let me stay if I pass the test.”

“But what if you don’t? What happened?” She cut. In all those her magic-learning days, she never heard about this situation ever before.

“Honestly, I don’t know.”

“You mean you’ll be gone again,” She stressed, “if they think you’re not deserving? What is this? A joke? I am not going through the pain of losing you all over again!”

“I am not going anywhere. Blue and I will find a way to make me stay. I am going to prove that this is what I deserve.” Robin reached out for her hand, but Regina pulled away before he even touched her.

“Blue? What about me? I can help too, Robin. Do you realize it is the children and me that you’ll leave behind? Why is it that she is the one you ask for help? Why you chose her to see you and not me? Didn’t you know how much I want you to be there for me? I cried myself to sleep every night, Robin.” Her emotion got the best of her and resulted in her inability to have control, so she broke down.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be seen by you, love. I tried, but I didn’t— I don’t even know how those things work. All I know, I was trapped here, and Blue is the only one who could see me. I think it has to do with the cursed persona you gave her, or maybe because she’s a fairy, which makes her a mythical being... Technically, that rules her out as a human. I don’t know.” Putting his hand on her thigh, he gently ran his hand up and down over it. “I saw everything, Regina. I was forced to. I saw how much you cried every night, no matter how painful it was for me to see you weep while unable to do anything to ease your pain. It will never be enough, but I am sorry I’ve caused you such unbearable pain.”

“Oh, don’t you say that... It was never your fault. I got emotional, that’s all. I didn’t mean to lash out like that.” Regina rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, feeling content. It felt so much like home when Robin ran his fingers to detangle her hair. They concurrently breathe a sigh of relief. Everything seems to fall into place; it should’ve been like this all along. “But… You mentioned you were here. Were you? All this time?”

“I was. And I’m so proud of who you became, Regina.” His lips pressed a kiss on her temple while his nose breathed in the floral scent of her hair. Every moment brought tears to his eyes. Robin had wished for these to be true, and now it is… It was strange but lovely at the same time. “You are a good mom to our kids. If one thing in the past five years had brought me solace is the fact that you are so good with Charlotte. Thank you for always reminding her of who I am, and I don’t care what everyone thinks nor what you think, but you are rightfully her Mama.”

If anything, the word our and the way Robin assured her that she is his kids’ mother had Regina lost her grip. Tears began to flow down her face like a broken dam since that compliment was very much needed. Regina is pretty much aware that she helped raise those three beautiful children. Still, those words she overheard on the streets, especially her position over Charlotte’s custody, made her doubting herself every so often. Even she could tell that deep down, Zelena is—someway somehow—uncomfortable with her sister’s position as her daughter’s Mama. For that reason, his opinion was everything Regina ever wished to hear all these years.

“I could never thank you enough for what you did. You were quick to console Roland when I was gone and offered everything you could for my men while you were still grieving. Somehow, you take them under your wing. They grew fond of you, then look up to you as their new leader. You gave my son and my family a place to stay, Regina. You shouldn’t do that, but you did. Convincing them to stay, be your chosen family too, instead of letting them wander the Enchanted Forest not knowing what to do. That was…” He stopped, not knowing what to say. Being vulnerable was not one of his strongest suits.

Before he could make another point, Regina had laid her lips over his lips. She pulled him closer, slowly grazing her fingers over his cheek before putting her arms over her neck. There was no resistance coming from him. Robin surrenders. He sighed onto her lips, almost biting her lower lips as he did so.

That’s when she knew this man in front of her wasn’t lying.

He is her Robin. Regina was sure this is her soulmate, for she had felt sensation rushing through her vein as he touched him earlier. She knew already Blue wasn’t lying. This is true. It is happening. But then, it was the kiss that sealed the deal. The taste of his lips on her lips is precisely how she remembered it used to be. It was fulfilling, her very own sweet medicine. It was everything but like kissing a photograph. Time started to fade. The world went silent as she deepened the kiss. It was innocent yet passionate. And then, her heart started to react.

It wasn’t something arrhythmic. It was more like some kind of a swish, one you feel when you set your foot on a summer day on the beach and the ocean breeze whip past your face. The feeling that keeps you craving for more, yet relaxed. She… She is happy beyond measures.

When they pulled away, Regina saw how they both ran out of breath.

“I didn’t know I desperately need that,” Robin admitted sheepishly, which brought a peal of laughter to her lips.

She stole another quick kiss and giggling as she did so. “Neither did I.” Regina fiddled with her fingers and chewed on her lower lip, a gesture she always does whenever she has something to ask from him. Robin noticed right away. He put his hand over hers, stopping her fiddling.

“Whatever it is, fire away, love.” Bringing her hand to his lips, Robin planted a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

“You’re not staying at the camp,” Regina lifted her head, looking at him with some kind of disappointment reflected in her eyes. “Were you?”

“I don’t know yet. But for now, I might have to stay over at the church or someplace in the woods. I am planning to stay in that abandoned cabin. I am not ready to be the talk of the town.”

“How about you stay here? I mean, you can live here. I’m asking you to move in with me officially. I knew I didn’t ask you that before–” she bit her lower lip again, anxiously– “You know, that night. So… Will you consider it? Will you move in with me?”

“That is the best option I ever had.” Robin tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. “And my answer is yes. I will stay here in a heartbeat.”

With that being said, Regina almost leaped into his lap, her hands tight around him. This is literally her dream come true. While still half-sitting on his lap, Regina put on a serious face that caught Robin’s attention. “I was thinking,” she shifted, “How are we planning to tell everyone? The kids are coming over soon. Zelena too.”

“Actually… I am not ready to face your sister yet. We can rule her out first if that’s okay with you.”

She nodded. “I understand. We can work with that. What about the kids?”

“They are my top priority. We are going to share this first with them, don’t you agree?”

“What are we going to say?” Judging from her tone, Regina was concerned.

“Tell them the truth?”

“Won’t it scare them? Will they understand? Charlotte probably will easily eat it up since she’s still in her believing-in-Santa stage, but not the boys. There will be a lot of questions and disbelief. Roland is recently so critical about everything. He might shoot you with a bunch of questions.”

“I was hoping you could back me up. I told you everything.”

“Yes, but,” she hesitated, “I still need time to take it in. It’s barely been a day since you knocked on my door. I might say the wrong things...”

“So, what do you suggest?”

“It’s going to sound selfish, but–“ she reached for her phone that was long neglected on the coffee table– “Maybe I can call for sick or something? Make an excuse so that everybody could take care of the kids today, then we could talk about it? To come up with answers and everything. How’s that sound?”

“I do want to meet our children, but the idea of spending the day with you with no distraction is lovely. I say we earn it, don’t we?’

Regina playfully smacked his chest. “Always a tease.

“Alright, I’m calling Henry to stay at Emma’s for today and ask if Zelena and your men would take Charlotte and Roland. Not that Zelena would mind anyway, she always want an extra day.” She then stood up and quick to dial a number on the phone. They pick up her call pretty quickly since Robin could hear Regina say, “Hi. I was wondering if Charlotte could stay over tonight?” on the phone before she walked to the kitchen, and her voice faded out.

He doesn’t feel like moving.

Regina had laid out a blanket in the living room for them to cuddle while a movie was played as background noise. As Robin leaned back to the couch, Regina claimed a spot right next to him. She rested her head over his shoulder while her hand trailing over his chest and stopped short where his heart is. The beating of his heart pulsated under her fingertips—another kind reminder that she isn’t dreaming. He is very much alive.  Her cheeks were already hurt by how much they’ve been stretched into smiles today. She realized this happiness could be—once again—easily taken away from her if she couldn’t find a way to help him prove he deserved a second chance. But today, she decided, is the only day where they could let themselves be selfish. Regina needs to spend a night with Robin and vice versa. They deserved the calm before the storm. A promise had been made. Starting tomorrow, Regina will toss and turn every book, every clue she could get her hands on to help him stay. She is not going to lose him again. Regina owed her children a chance to grow up with their father on their sides. They’ve listed out every answer to all the possible questions the kids will probably ask after hours and hours of conversation. Robin will mostly answer their curiosity since it was his story, after all. Regina agreed she would jump in if she has to. They’re in this together.

“I can’t wait to meet the kids.” Robin’s mind wandered elsewhere, mostly imagining how their reunion will be like. “Do you think they will accept me?”

“Of course they will. You are their father. How could they not?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m worried. Mostly anxious about their reaction. What you? What are you feeling?”

“I’m not going to lie. I’m nervous.” Regina reached for his hand. “I can’t wait for them to meet you. They’re all so grown up right now.”

“I know. I’ve seen it all.”

For a second, the twinkle in her eyes died down a bit. Of course Robin already knew how much things had changed. He never left them. “I’m sorry. I should’ve realized.”

“It’s okay. I know you are excited, and so am I. I can’t wait to hug them again.”

“They’ll be ecstatic. I promise,” stretching her neck, Regina left a soft peck on his cheek. “You’re not alone in this. You got me.”

Robin returned the sentiment. “Thank you. What would I do without you?”

“The same thing I did when you weren’t here with me.” Although it did sound pretty sad, Regina delivered it as a joke.

“I promise I will make it right. I won’t let the Gods regret it. I will do everything in my power to prevent you from another heartbreak.”

Regina snuggled even closer until her body pressed against his. Something about his warmth makes her feel at home. Her hand wrapped tight around his middle, and her leg draped around his. As her eyes fell heavy, Regina spoke in such a hushed tone she was barely audible. “I know you will.”

And smiles were plastered on their faces.

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Robin always loves to watch Regina while she sleeps.

It’s not like he could do anything else for the past years, but getting another chance to hold her while she sleeps was beyond his wildest dreams. He barely slept last night. The bubbling excitement inside made it impossible for him to keep his eyes shut. He thought this was a dream, but every time her chest rose and fell under his touch, it was a reminder that every second of this was real.

She took his breath away. Robin loves how her plump, rosy lips part when she sleeps. The way her natural, wavy hair would splay all over the pillow. It made him want to run his fingers through it. He didn’t let her go from his arms as she was practically tucked under his chin. After  five constant years of agony, he could finally feel peace. He is home.

The loud ring of her alarm startled him. Regina grunted, but Robin was quick to turn it off. She sighed softly and fell back into slumber snuggling closer into Robin. Regina placed her hand on his chest and she stopped stirring. Robin thought about making them breakfast, but five more minutes of holding her wouldn’t hurt. Afterall, he missed being this close to her.

But someway, somehow, being this close also hurt. This serves as a reminder for Robin that he couldn’t be there when she needed him most. He wasn’t there to soothe her nor hold her as she cried herself to sleep. It was fate for his story to end—or so he thought. Robin couldn’t help but think it could’ve ended differently had his action didn’t push him. He should’ve saved Regina from all the tears and heartbreak, countless dreadful nightmares she had to endure years on end.

Robin pressed his eyes shut and shook his head like it would get those thoughts out of his head. Robin inhaled deeply and exhaled all the worries away, trying to calm himself down. He planted a kiss on her forehead before getting out of the bed slowly trying to avoid waking her. He decided it’s best to distract himself with his initial intention of breakfast. Although Robin had made up his mind, his feet betrayed him. They took him to the kids’ rooms instead. He knows which room is which and before he realizes it, the doorknob was already turned.

He stood in Roland’s doorway, taking everything in. His little boy has grown up so much over the years. He’s no longer the little boy who wanted to grow up as an archer. While he still loves archery, Roland has grown fond of football. There are football mementos everywhere around his room and Regina supported him so much. She’s practically the reason Roland got into it, in the first place. Robin watched how his son shut himself after he was gone. Regina and the Merry Men had done anything to bring back the cheerful, happy Roland, but it was never the same. At least not until Regina signed him up for football. Spending more time with kids his age helped him break out of his shell. Roland found himself again. He found the strength to go on. Since that day, Robin had never seen Roland crying over him anymore. Feeling bittersweet, Robin closed the door and turned into the next room — Charlotte’s.

Charlotte loves everything mermaids, so Regina painted her room in teal with a splash of purple here and there. She loves pretending as a mermaid and always begs her mothers to read her The Little Mermaid almost every night. Charlotte was even dressed as a mermaid for Halloween the last two years, no matter how much Zelena tried to get her into another character. When Regina introduced her to Ariel, Charlotte thought Regina hung the moon in the sky. She would tell everyone she met about the experience for months. Regina also made sure his memory was kept alive. She had placed a photo of him and Charlotte in a mermaid frame on the nightstand so his daughter would always be reminded of him. Robin picked up the picture and he remembers how he was so fascinated by how easy it is to take a portrait in this world. You  could have a portrait in seconds unlike how they do it back in the Enchanted Forest. That urged him to take photos with Regina at every moment they could. It was honestly one of the best decisions he’s ever made.

For the first time in a long time he was able to exhale with contentment. Finally heading to where he was supposed to be, Robin realized after all the time he’s spent in this land he was still terrible at using this land’s kitchen tools. Watching Regina use them for years was not enough. The only tool that he masters is the coffee machine. Laughing at himself, Robin had no other option but to wait for Regina to wake up and make them breakfast. He supposed he could prepare the coffee instead while waiting for her.

Robin didn’t realize how much time had passed until he heard a commotion upstairs. Doors were being opened and slammed and the pitter-patter of footsteps were rolling quickly. He immediately left everything behind and went towards the sounds to find Regina running around out of breath. Her rigid posture slackened when her eyes caught his puzzled look, and they started to water. Regina leaned to the cupboard next to her with her head hung low. Robin was bewildered when he realized Regina was weeping. Instinctively, he pulled her into him and cupped the back of her head. Regina took a slow, deep breath, resting her head on Robin’s shoulder slowly wetting his clothes with tears.

“What happened?” He asked when her cries finally subsided. It pains him to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

“Don’t do that,” she pleaded. “It’s not funny.”

“What did I do? What’s not funny? I don’t know what you mean, love.”

“I-” Regina sniffed. She chewed her bottom lip as she explained, “I woke up and... and you weren’t there. Your side of the bed was empty, and I— I was scared. I can’t lose you again, Robin. I don’t want to. I could never recover because I know it means I ruined my second chance. Don’t do that again, Robin. Please, don’t leave me waking up alone like that ever again.”

Her words were tugged on his heartstrings. He completely understood where she was coming from and after all that’s happened her fears were justified. That was trauma. A trauma he caused. Regina has all the right to feel that way. “I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Your alarm went off, and you seemed calm and content. So, I turned it off and thought about making us breakfast, but you know I’m not good with this world’s technology at all. You know I can only handle that coffee machine really well.” He chuckled, hoping it would make her feel better, “I’m sorry if I made your blood run cold. If I didn’t want to wake you up. You deserved that peaceful sleep you deprive yourself of, Love.”

“You scared me to death, Robin.” Said Regina in a flat tone.

“I know. I’m sorry. I promise not to ever leave you alone like that again, okay?”

She nodded with a small smile tugging on the corner of her lips. “I guess I’m sorry too. Sorry if I agitated you in a way.”

“It’s all good, love. How about we go downstairs and start this morning? I guess you could teach me how to use the stove and all,” Robin flirtatiously winked. “Also, I don’t want the coffee to run cold.”

A peal of sweet laughter finally escaped her mouth. It immediately soothed him. Regina then took his hand and led him downstairs to the kitchen. She saw two cups of coffee on the table, and one was half empty; Robin must’ve drunk it when he was waiting for her to wake up.

“What would you like today?” Regina asked as she scanned the fridge to see what she could cook this morning.

“Honestly, anything.” It caught her by surprise when Robin snuck up behind her and wrapped his hands around her torso while his chin rested on her shoulder. “I’m famished. I would eat anything you cook.”

Regina leaned on him. To feel that he was there with her again. This was so surreal and she needs a constant reminder that this isn’t a dream. “Even if it’s oatmeal?”

“Oh God, please! Anything but that one.” Robin shivered. It’s a meal Regina knows he never enjoys, no matter how much she tells him how healthy it is.

“I still don’t understand why you hate it,” Regina said while she beat the eggs for their French toast. “Even Roland loves it.”

“It has no flavor at all. It’s so bland I hate it.” He shrugged.

“Well maybe,” She put the french toasts on a plate and served them on the table. Robin mouthed a thank you before Regina took a seat across from him. ”This time, I could make you love oatmeals.”

“I probably would try. It’s my second chance after all.” He joked, and they laughed.

Regina’s laughter died down. She smiled softly and shook her head. There was this inevitable awkwardness between them as they ate in silence. Robin stole glances her way once in a while and purposely elbowed her to remind himself that he can now touch Regina. Plus, he loves to tease her this way. Regina only got slightly annoyed but did nothing but roll her eyes. She missed him. She’s missed all of his antics in moments like this.

“I missed you and your annoying ass. Go ahead. Nudge me all you want. I won’t be mad.” She laughed. Regina was expecting him to keep annoying her, but he didn’t. Robin pulled her into a quick hug, kissing her temple lovingly. Regina fell into his embrace. Resting her head on his shoulder, she whispered, “I still can’t believe you’re here.”

“Neither do I, my love,” Robin commented as he rocked her in his arms.

“Please don’t go anywhere, Robin. Don’t leave me— leave us, again. Stay.” She paused, “I’m begging you to be here for us… for me.”

Robin squeezed her shoulder, “I can’t promise you that, love.”

“Why?” She pulled away. Sitting straight, Regina looked at him in disappointment.

“In the end, I don’t have a say whether I can stay or not. The gods get to decide if I’m ever deserving.” He shot her an apologetic look. He then tucked his fingers under her chin, forcing Regina to look him right in the eyes. “But I promise you I will find a way to show them I deserve a second chance. I promise not to let you down.”

“Let me help, okay? I’ll do whatever it takes to show them that you’re truly deserving. I know magic as much as Mother Superior does, so I guess another pair of hands won’t hurt. I’ll read every book and every spell, and I—” Robin captured her lips in a kiss that caught Regina off guard. He smiled through it, basically feeling glad he could experience this all over again.

“As much as I missed your lips, you don’t get to cut me off like that.” Regina playfully smacked his chest.

“I know,” Robin ran his thumb over the apple of her cheek, “but I need to stop you from stressing yourself. It doesn’t look good on you. Of course, I would love you to help us but let’s focus on the present, okay? One step at a time. I’m­— I mean, we’re going to tell the kids today, yet we still don’t know how we’re going to tell them.”

Regina nodded  with  a sigh. “You’re right... We have a much more important matter to worry about. How are you feeling, by the way?”

“Honestly? I’m nervous as hell. Not that I’m not happy to meet our kids and finally hug them again because I’m beyond excited. But I am definitely not ready for their reaction. I don’t know if they’ll be happy to see me since — since I blew up my chance to be there for all of you. I didn’t even get to say goodbye before leaving.” Robin slumped into his seat and sighed loud enough for Regina to hear.

“What are you talking about? They will be happy to see you. It’s all they’ve ever wanted; to be with their dad again.” Reaching out for his hand, Regina began to draw soothing circles. “And please don’t ever say that again. You did what you had to, and we’re so thankful for you, Robin. Had you not stood in my way, Charlotte and I would probably be gone.”

“But I left—“ Regina shook her head, squeezing his hand as tight as she could to shut him up.

“Stop that. I don’t want us to be like this, constantly feeling sorry for each other. It’s okay, Robin. Let’s move past that, okay? You said it yourself. We have to focus on what we have now.” Boy, her smile is ever comforting. “I know you felt guilty for leaving us and had to see us cry over you, which must be awful… But you were– are our hero, Robin. You sacrificed for us. And guess what? I guess it finally paid off. They gave you your second chance, a chance to prove yourself. Let’s not waste that, alright? We’re going to find the answer, and I’ll help you. You know that I’m with you. Always.”

At least those last words are something he could hold on to in this uncertainty. Robin’s lips stretch into a sweet smile as the thought of his children fills his mind. Whatever the outcomes might be, they’ll be reunited.

Robin kept on checking his appearance in the mirror making sure he was presentable enough. He laughed at his own expense, knowing how ridiculous it was. His look is mostly the last thing that comes to the kids’ minds. This is just the nerves kicking in. He reminded himself. Regina told him to wait in her study while she prepared the kids to meet him. Zelena will drop Charlotte off in a few minutes while Roland is on his way from the Merry Men’s place. They’ve decided not to sugarcoat anything and let the kids know what they know, so they’ll be much prepared in case the worst scenario happens. As painful as it sounds, they both realize that there’s a possibility where Robin could leave them one more time. It’s in their inevitable future.

“It’s going to be okay.” Regina finally got a hold of his hand, stopping him from pacing around the room. “You have no idea how much they missed you. They always wanted you back. It was always on the top of their Christmas list every year.”

Robin gave her a look, and she realized what she had just said. Of course, he knew. He saw. “I’m sorry...” Regina smiled sheepishly. “I mean... you know. They’ll be thrilled to meet you. It’s going to be alright.”

“I know. It’s just...”

“I understand,” and they heard the doorbell ring. “That must be Zelena. Or Roland, or both. I’ll get them for us. Will it be okay if I leave you alone?”

Robin nodded. “I’ll be okay. Just nervous. Please, can you make sure they won’t freak out if they see me?”

“I will.” She giggled, stealing a kiss. “I won’t be long. I’ll bring them straight to you,” Regina dropped another quick kiss to his cheek, “I’ll be right back. I love you,”

Just like that, Regina left. The next thing Robin did was patiently wait. Barely moving from his seat, he could faintly hear voices from outside. It was far too faint to let him make out whose voice that was. He began sweating bullets and he couldn’t stop tapping his foot nervously on the floor. Images were quick in occupying his mind. All he wants is for this reunion to end well. He missed his children too much, even Henry. He loves that kid as much as he loves his own. Henry is an adult now, and Robin sees how Henry very much looked up to him. He held the values and codes Robin taught him. Proud was an understatement. Henry grew up to be the best big brother for his kids and became an anchor for his mother. He was there to help Regina get back on her feet when Robin left them the first time. Taking a mental note, Robin promised himself a heart-to-heart talk with Regina’s prince later. He needs to ask Regina to inite him to come over this weekend to share the news.

It was easy for Robin to get lost in his thoughts. He was drowning in all the fake scenarios inside his head when he heard someone try to open the door. A sudden movement like that startles him easily nowadays. Plus, it’s another disaster waiting to happen. If anyone but Regina saw him at this point. He rushed to hide behind the door and held the handle tight.

“Robin, it’s me. Don’t worry.” Robin stepped away, fully aware Regina was on the other side of the door. She slipped inside before closing the door softly and leaned against it. “It was them. Zelena left so the kids are in the living room watching TV... and they don’t have an inkling that you’re here.”

“Okay,” was all that he could say.

“I don’t think I can do this alone.” She slid down, hugging her knee close to her chest. She was having a minor meltdown. Robin sat beside her, his arm wrapped around her.

“No one asks you to. You’re not alone. I’m here.” Robin rubbed his gentle hand on her shoulder.

“I know... But I promised you to tell them the truth before reuniting you three.” Regina leaned her head into his shoulder. “I think we need to change the plan. I want you there. I need you to be there.”

“You have me, alright? I’ll be here to hold your hand. You don’t have to endure it alone.”

Regina closed her eyes and nodded. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and held her hand out for Robin. He accepted. And he squeezed her hand, asking whether she was ready or not. Regina responded with a quick yes. 

She led him to where the kids were waiting. His heart stopped beating right when he saw them, even from behind. Robin rushed to get to where his kids were, but Regina’s grip held him back. He saw the hesitation on her face. So, he stopped. Regina had a change of mind, it seems.

“Stay here. Don’t go anywhere or hide,” she emphasized on the last word, “don’t go out of my sight. I need you as my emotional support and just... stay. I’ll give them a quick heads-up.”

And he stood there, watching Regina making their way to the kids. She sat in front of them, greeting them with a serious tone which made them drop everything. Robin saw how she fiddled with her fingers because she didn’t know where to start. She stuttered but eventually let the dreaded question out... subtly.

“Do you guys believe in miracles? Magic?” She started.

“You’re practically this town’s greaaatest– I’m not calling you sorceress because it doesn’t sound cool. Okay, so you’re the greatest and my favorite enchantress,” Roland giggled, “Anyway, that made your question absolutely ridiculous. Of course, I believe in magic, miracles, anything! You name it.”

Charlotte chimed in, “Yeah! You could take Milky whenever and wherever with that purple smoke. I like that.” Regina laughed at her niece’s innocence. She knows how much that stuffed cow means to Charlotte.

“Well… good,” Regina said, more like she’s trying to calm herself.

Roland sipped on his apple juice, “Why did you ask?”  

“Because, uh...” she paused, locking her gaze with Robin. “I might have something for you,”

“A magic lesson?” Charlotte’s eyes sparkled. Regina shook her head, laughing sweetly. Honestly, she is unsure about giving her niece one.

“No, sweetheart. Nothing like that.” Robin gave her a small nod, giving her the courage and permission to proceed. She inhaled deeply, channeling out her strength. Despite all her efforts to be brave, nothing came out of her mouth. Regina shifted in her seat uncomfortably. How could one tell their kids that their father had come back from the dead? No one had ever been in her shoes right now. She so desperately wanted to back down and let the kid figure it out on their own, but Regina had promised to fulfill. The kids owe an explanation. She also had promised Robin to deliver the news to their children.

“Mom?” Roland’s concerned voice pulled her back into reality. “Is there something you want to share?”

There is, Roland. But I don’t know where to start.

“Mom, is it bad news?” Roland frowned, growing more concerned.

Regina took his hand, patting it gently. “Oh, nothing of the sort, Roland. Quite the contrary, actually.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

She looked at Roland, then at Charlotte. Holding each of their hands, Regina tried to seek confidence in them. She searched for Robin’s eyes to give her the courage she lacked. Regina knows that she has to be gentle. Starting soft, Regina asked, “Kids, if you have the chance to meet your father, what do you want to tell him?”

“I love him. I wanna tell him about Milky and mermaids. I wanna hug him, Mama.” Charlotte stated with no hesitance. Robin swore his heart exploded hearing those three words. He wished to come running and squeeze the life out of Charlotte, but he held back. He had to. The kid didn’t have to process all this too much too soon.

“It’s a weird question,” Roland added, “but I would totally do the same. I’ll tell him how much I love and miss him. I will tell him all the things he missed out, bragged about my archery skills.” He laughed. “Or maybe about how I love math now. He knows I hated it whenever he taught me how to count back then. I would even tell him that I am pretty good at soccer–or football, he would say. So good that I’m the team captain. Oh gosh, I miss him too much. He’s gone too soon. I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. I know it’s kinda insensitive for me to say that because I believe it’s harder on you, Mom. You watched him.”

Robin could hear his heart breaking as he heard all that while Regina squeezed Roland’s hand, comforting him. “I know, sweetheart. I know. I miss him too,” she stole a glance over Robin before focusing all of her attention on his son, “He knows that we love him, and I believe he wants us to know that he loves us the same.”

“I always wanted to have a dad like my friends,” Charlotte pouted. Robin had to watch this all in silence, heartbreak, and guilt.

Regina pulled the kids in her arms. A pang of guilt washed over her for setting up such a somber mood on them. She needed to get this over with. Pressing her eyes shut, Regina finally asked the awaited question, “What if... What if your dad’s here?”

“Impossible. He died, Mom.” Roland shrugged.  Robin knows it’s the truth. Still, it hurts to hear. “Nobody comes back from the dead. We know that.”

“True. But, what if?”

“Then it’s a miracle. It’s very unlikely to happen, right?”

Regina nodded. “What about you, Charlotte? What if Papa’s here?”

“I would love that! I want to hug him and never let go!!” Charlotte excitedly exclaimed. It made his heart bloom.

“What if he’s already here?” Regina said without any hesitation. She smiled at Robin, who was anxiously waiting for their reaction. Truthfully, she was as anxious.

“What do you mean he’s here? That’s impossible, Mom. Please don’t pull some kind of sick joke.”

“She isn’t joking, son.” Robin couldn’t help but jump in, making the kids turn their heads around. Robin can see how shocked his son is. But his daughter? Robin couldn’t know for sure. She was a bit indifferent. Was this because she saw him all these times? He didn’t know. All Robin wanted was to run their way, but he didn’t. He gave boundaries – time to process. Walking towards Regina, he stood still beside her, waiting for one of the kids to make the first move.

Roland stared at him widely and didn’t know how to react or respond. He was too stunned to speak. He didn’t know how to respond. So, when Robin opened his arms to welcome him, Roland did as his heart told him to. He jumped in them to tightly hug his father. Despite being skeptical, Roland soon realized it wasn’t a dream. Robin’s touch... He remembers it all too well because nobody ever holds him the way Robin does. Robin couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. A soft gasp escaped his mouth when Roland wrapped his hands tighter.

That’s when Robin realized Charlotte had been staring at him all along. Regina encouraged her to come closer, letting her know it was okay. There’s nothing she should be scared of. Robin knelt on her level, waiting for his daughter to go at her own will. It didn’t take long for her to run into his arms with a smile on her face. A sense of relief washed over him as her little arms wrapped around his neck tightly as if she would never let go. For a split second, the time stood still. Robin couldn’t hold back his tears any longer as he wrapped his right arm around Charlotte’s body. He finally could hold their children in his arms. He’s very much here, with his family again.

Robin whispered lovingly through his tears, “Hi, Charlotte. Hi, Roland. Papa’s home.”

Lunch had never felt this awkward before. Robin’s presence felt like a fever dream. He kept on looking at his father, still trying to comprehend this bomb his parents had dropped. It left him flabbergasted. Roland still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that his father was here, sitting across from him, deep in conversation with his mom. He was supposed to be dead. He thought this was his ghost, but Roland could feel Robin’s warm touch when they hugged moments ago. If this isn’t a dream, what kind of sorcery is this? Roland thought that no one could be resurrected from death all his life. Everything doesn’t sit right with Roland.

“So... You’re here?” Roland laid back, his arms crossed in front of him. Squinting his eyes, Roland studied Robin in disbelief. “I don’t get it. Nobody comes back from the dead, even with the darkest magic. How? I was there when we buried you. I remember placing that arrow on your casket. Were you trapped in the Underworld like Killian? Is that why you’re here?”

“No, I was dead, and I wasn’t in the Underworld,” explained Robin shortly. “I’m here because... let’s say I got a second chance.”

Roland scrunched his nose, “Second chance?”

“It is... I’m here for a test.” Below the table, he felt Regina’s hand creep up his thigh to show him support. She can only imagine how hard it is for him. Knowing that all of this could only be temporary. “I may not be here forever, son.”

“So, you’re planning on leaving us... again.” He looked down, suddenly was unable to face his dad. “Why bother coming, then?”

“Roland,” Regina called out. Robin held her back by grabbing her hand. This is his fight. Robin will explain it because he knows it better than anyone else.

“I’m not planning on leaving you, your sister, or your mom, Roland. I don’t ever want to. I’m here because the gods gave me a second chance. To be better. This is a test that I have to go through so I can be with you guys forever.” He looks at Charlotte, doubting she would understand any of this. Robin tried to phrase it as simply as he could. “I’ll be here for quite some time. I’m here to prove to them that I am a good man and deserve a second chance.”

“But you are a good man, Papa... Always have. You have nothing to worry about. You deserve this more than anyone else. You’ll get to stay. I know it.”

“I hope so. I’m not sure how this is going to end. I don’t want to hurt you for the second time.”

“Then find a way to stay.” Said Roland sternly.

“I will. I promise.” Robin tried to reach for his son’s hand, but he pulled away. It pained him, but he understood that this must be strange for his kids. They for sure need time to adjust.

Roland looked uncomfortable in his seat and kept on looking over the clock. When the minute hand struck twelve, there was a glint of relief flashed on his face. Roland jumped off the chair to put his plate on the sink, and washed his hands briskly. “Well, uh, it’s Monday, and I... I better go. I gotta get ready cause I don’t want to be late for the practice. Uncle Will says he’ll pick me up for practice, so… yeah.”

He gave Regina a lovely kiss on the cheek while Robin only got an awkward hug. Roland left the room as soon as he could, leaving his father broken-hearted. Maybe, having this second chance wasn’t for the best.

Will did pick up Roland later that afternoon, and Robin had to hide. He once again watched his friend and family from afar. Roland didn’t even say goodbye to him when he left. Like he forgot his father was even there. Roland’s cold shoulder had turned Robin’s mood upside down. He wasn’t even sure his son was giving him one, or Roland was just as shocked and tried to bury his emotion.

Regina noticed the changes, but there wasn’t much she could do. She didn’t want to push Roland too hard because she was afraid it would only make him more distant than he already was. This must be so confusing for him, and she understood. Regina couldn’t blame him either because she was just as confused. There’s still a lot going on inside her mind, mysteries and unanswered questions. But baby steps at a time she thought to herself.  Robin needed time to adjust, so did all of them. Right now, she decided to stay in the present, being aware of her surroundings, like watching her niece bonding with her dad. They connected with ease. It was easy on her eyes.

“Papa, are you okay?” Robin forgot about Charlotte, who was sitting on his lap for a second. They sat by the coffee table while his daughter drew something with her brand new crayons. She looked up and cupped Robin’s face with her tiny hands. “You’re quiet.”

“I’m okay, baby,” a gentle kiss landed on Charlotte’s cheek, making her giggle. “I’m just so happy to be here.”

“Yeah?” Her eyes light up like a bursting firework.

“Yeah. I always dream of being by your side, sweetie,” Robin rocked her gently, basking in his ever growing feelings. “And now I do. It makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Charlotte wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face on his shoulder. She then whispered something that sucked the life out of him, “ But you’re always here, Papa. I know you never left. You were there on my birthday, remember? ”

He didn’t know what to feel. Robin was well aware that his daughter has a “gift”, but he never thought Charlotte would recognize him. He never thought she even knew about his presence. A mixed feeling washed over Robin all of a sudden. For some reason, he’s scared. He wasn’t sure why, but he was. Charlotte is in some kind of danger , Blue’s voice ringing in his ear. Robin hugged her firmly. It had come to his attention that he had another thing to worry about. He had to figure out how to take her “gift” once and for all.