Hotel verse: Robin tells Regina he loves her and she freaks out because she thinks no one can love the EQ. Bonus points if Robin already knows who she is but doesn't tell her
Three Small Words
Regina stared at her closet, trying to find the perfect outfit. Bobby hadn’t been specific about where he was taking her for their date and his only clue was that he was going to treat her now that he was the owner of the Ever After Hotel. “My bank account has suddenly doubled in size,” he said, “and I want to spoil you.”
With that in mind, she imagined he was taking her some place a bit more on the pricey side, even though she always protested he didn’t have to. Regina had had her share of someone trying to use wealth to win her affection (though Leopold wasn’t so much trying to win her affection but hope to please her without really bothering to find out why his young bride was truly unhappy). All she needed this time was Bobby, their sons and time together. They could just have a movie marathon and she’d be infinitely happier than she ever was in the royal palace.
Yet spoiling her made Bobby happy and she doubted it would be as painful as sitting through a ball shrouded in shadows while her husband treated his daughter as a queen. Bobby always gave her his full attention and did everything in his power to make her feel special. In turn, she hoped she did the same to him.
Regina selected a green cocktail dress to wear. Green wasn’t one of her usual colors but it was one of Bobby’s favorites, so she had gotten the dress especially for him. It had a plunging neckline that gave a tantalizing–but tasteful, in her opinion–glimpse at her breasts before hugging her curves and ending just above her knees. Cap sleeves covered her shoulders but not her arms, so she pulled out a black wrap to wear as well.
She sat at her vanity, curling and pinning up her hair, when she heard a soft knock. “Henry, is that you?” she called out.
“Can I come in?” His little voice was muffled by the door.
“Of course,” she called out. “The door is unlocked.”
The door creaked open and Henry peeked in, hazel eyes gazing at her. “Are you getting ready for your date with Mr. Bobby?”
“I am. Do you need something?” she asked, pulling out her makeup as she sat at her vanity.
He shook his head, jumping onto her bed. “I just wanted to spend some time with you.”
She smiled at him, her heart melting at his comment. However, she was sure he would get bored. “I’m just putting on my makeup, sweetheart.”
“That’s okay,” he said, bouncing a bit on her bed. “I’m fine just sitting here.”
Regina turned around, concerned. That was a statement that usually sent him heading back downstairs to play with his toys. She frowned. “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong, Henry?”
“Yes,” he said, far too quickly for her liking. She kept her gaze on him, trying not to glare or stare, and waited.
He squirmed on her bed before asking: “Are you going to marry Mr. Bobby?”
That caught her off guard. She stood from her vanity and sat next to him on the bed, pulling him close to her as she wrapped her arms around him. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Why?”
“Because I like him and I like Roland. I think we’d be a great family,” Henry said, hopefully. “A normal one.”
“Normal?” Regina felt like her gut was twisted into knots as the fear she was depriving Henry of something vital crept up again.
He nodded. “You know. Mom, dad, siblings…maybe a dog? Like I see on TV and what some of the other children have.”
She hugged him close, feeling sick from her guilt. “Do you feel like you’re missing out?”
“Sometimes,” he admitted, snuggling closer to her. “You’re a great mom but there are some things a boy just needs a dad for, you know?”
Fighting back tears, Regina gave him another squeeze. “I know, sweetheart. And I don’t know if I’m going to marry Mr. Bobby. But I think no matter what happens, he’ll always be in your life.”
“Really?” Henry perked up, smiling as hope filled his eyes.
She nodded. “I’m sure of it.”
“Great.” He seemed happier and she relaxed as he looked up at her, a sly smile on his face. “I hope you marry him though. That will be cool.”
“Well, I’m not even sure if Mr. Bobby loves me,” she said, fiddling with her necklace as her heart fluttered.
Henry giggled. “Of course he does.”
She glanced down at him, frowning. “What do you mean by that?”
“Please, Mom, it’s so obvious.” He rolled his eyes, something that was clearly her.
“Oh really?” she asked, her eyebrows rising to meet her hairline.
Henry knelt on her bed, almost eye level with her. “Mom, please. He has this goofy smile whenever he sees you, is always trying to touch you, wants to spend all his time with you, and kisses you all the time. He loves you.”
“Love is a bit more complicated than that, Henry,” she said, her heart speeding up as she realized everything Henry said was true.
“Why?” he asked, frowning.
She sighed, not sure she was ready to get into this with her young son nor if she had the time. “It just is. Now, let me finish getting ready for my date. We don’t want to keep Mr. Bobby waiting, right?”
“Right,” he replied, though looking a bit unsure. Henry slid off the bed. “I’m going to go back to watching my cartoons.”
“Henry, wait.” When he paused by the door, she approached him and hugged him. “No matter if I love Mr. Bobby or not, I love you. You’re my son and the most important man in my life. And that’s not complicated at all.”
He grinned and hugged her back. “I love you too, Mom. And that’s not complicated either.”
Regina laughed and then gave him a gentle push. “I’ll be right out, sweetheart.”
“Okay, Mom. By the way, you look really pretty,” he said before leaving the room.
She smiled and headed back to her vanity to finish getting ready.