So my other series is mostly non-magical AUs. This one obviously, now that canon is FUBAR, will be AU as well, but it will be more of magical settings. Storybrooke AUs with magic, Enchanted Forest AUs, Missing Year fics, etc.

This was written in response to a prompt on Imagine_OQ on Twitter. The setting is as follows:

- Emma and Hook brought back actual Marian, not Zelena, therefore there was no "Oh noes! I'm freezing again." bullshit.

- Regina got pregnant from the vault encounter due to soulmate magic.

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Regina caught herself on the edge of the car door as she wavered while standing from the driver's seat.

Damned pregnancy throwing off her balance!

She took a deep breath, pausing to steady herself. With a sigh she lifted her briefcase from the floor of the car, and walked over up the porch steps to the front door.

"Gina!" a small voice called excitedly as the door swung closed behind her.

Roland slammed into her legs, disrupting her balance again.

"Roland, be careful!" Robin scolded as he rounded the corner from the kitchen and saw her have to drop her briefcase to catch herself on the wall.

Regina couldn't bring herself to be annoyed by Roland's affection, though. Leaning over she hugged him in greeting.

"Hello, sweetheart. How was your day?"

"Good," he smiled.

As Regina pulled away, Robin came over to guide Roland away by his shoulder. His touch was no more than a gentle nudge, but he was scowling.

"Roland, I've told you that you must be gentle around Regina now because of the baby."

The young boy frowned, and, looking ashamed, muttered, "I'm sorry, Papa."

"It's alright, Roland. The baby and I are both fine," she said, looking emphatically at Robin.

Roland looked reassured, his father not so much. He simply turned back to his son and suggested, "Why don't we go finish packing so that we make sure you have everything you need this weekend with your mother?"

Regina sighed as she slipped off her coat. Roland dashed up the stairs, Robin informing him that he'd be up in a minute.

He paused briefly to peck her on the lips with a quick kiss, "Hello, love."

She smiled, "Did you get the groceries I asked for?"

"Ah, yeah, they're in the kitchen. I didn't have a chance to put them away. Roland's been off the walls all afternoon," he hurriedly explained.

She nodded, "It's alright. I'll take care of them."

"Thanks," he said gratefully, turning up the stairs as Roland's giggles echoed down them.

Regina didn't mind his haste, though. She walked into the kitchen, and eagerly began pulling open the bags on the counter.

She stored each item in the cabinet or fridge as she pulled them out until she was dismayed to find the last bag was empty.

Grabbing up all the other empties, she upended each one to make sure she hadn't accidentally missed it.

When the last one proved empty, though, she tossed it against the fridge in disgust.

It wasn't here!

She'd sent Robin a text that afternoon asking him to get her a very specific item in addition to the stuff on the grocery list. He'd even responded that he would be sure to get it, but it wasn't here!

She took a deep breath trying to force away the on tense feeling running through her. On her second breath her stomach rumbled, threatening the beginning of that feeling of hunger entwined with nausea that she'd become all too familiar with the past five months.

As she thought of the various potential food items in the fridge for dinner, though, the nauseous feeling increased. Only one thing sounded good, and it was the one thing not here!

Her internal grumbling was interrupted a familiar thud that she knew was Roland leaping down the last three steps on the staircase. The crash was followed by his father's heavy footsteps and smooth voice instructing the boy to hurry along.

Smacking her hands against the counter, Regina stormed to the entryway.

"Robin!" she called just as he was stepping out the door. When he turned, she demanded, "Did you get my chocolate-hazelnut spread?"

The rest of this world knew it as Nutella, but Ferrero's distributors didn't exactly deliver to a town that wasn't supposed to exist. Luckily, the part of the curse that kept the town supplied with all its everyday needs had provided an even better magical knock-off.

She saw the realization flash through his eyes before he slid them closed, "I'm sorry, love, I forgot."

"I specifically asked you for it just a few hours ago!"

He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Roland tugging at his hand, "Papa, hurry!"

"Roland, go stand by the gate and wait for me," he instructed sending the boy out the door.

He watched after for a moment to make sure that his son was doing as told, before turning back to Regina, "I'm really sorry."

"Well that doesn't do me any good, now, does it?!" Regina demanded, feeling like stamping her foot.

He noticed too, "I'm sorry I forgot your chocolate, but you need to calm down-"

"Don't tell me to calm down!" she said indignantly, "I asked you for one thing!"

"Yes," he agreed, "It's just one thing."

"The one thing I can think about eating with gagging!" Regina shot back.

He sighed tiredly, "Now you're just being silly."

"Silly?" she asked, narrowing her eyes dangerously.

"Not having this one thing isn't going to hurt you."

"Oh and you'd know all about it?!" she yelled.

"I know that much, at least!" he interrupted, "I have had a child before, if you recall? One that was born in the woods to a mother who carried him on forage and game meat! You've always had everything you could want, so much that you don't even realize how spoiled you sound!"

The words felt like a cold dagger going through her. Hearing him comparing her to Marian.

Her eyes pricked, but she instantly squashed the feeling down with anger, "Well if Marian is so much better than me...so much less spoiled...maybe you should spend the weekend with her too! After all, she'll always be your real wife, right?!"

"Regina, I didn't-"

"Get out!" she roared, throwing herself against chest to shove him the rest of the way across the threshold, and slam the door behind him.

Leaning against the closed door, she rested her head on the painted mahogany trying to block out the sound of Robin knocking on the other side of the door, his voice begging her to open it.

Finally, the pounding seemed to ease down as he gave up, and informed her through the door that he had to get Roland over to his mother's.

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He heard Roland breathing heavily as he rushed them down the street. They were late. Even-though Storybrooke was a small town it took awhile to walk to Marian's apartment from Regina's house.

He had begun to learn to drive, but still had not quite gotten the hang of it enough to have a license...something Regina told him was mandatory.

When they finally got to Marian's apartment building, he and Roland climbed up the stairs and knocked on the door.

As soon as it swung open, Roland cheered and threw himself into his mother's arms.

Marian hugged him contentedly before standing to meet his eyes, "Robin."

"Hello, Marian," he said.

"How is...everything?" she asked stiffly.

"Well," Robin answered, "What about you?"

"I'm fine, Robin," she said with a sigh, "You'll pick Roland up Monday?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"Alright," she nodded back, "I'll see you then."

After instructing Roland to say goodbye, she lead their son into her apartment and shut the door.

Robin left the building with a sigh.

Thing were still uncomfortable between them. Marian had told him that he had a choice to make those months ago after her freezing curse was broken, and, although he'd spent the night agonizing over it, by dawn the next day he'd finally admitted to himself that he'd known all along what his choice would be.

He still remembered meeting Regina in the park. The look in her eyes when he told her that of course he chose them.

He told Marian later that same afternoon, and, though she had told him he had a decision to make, and outwardly accepted it when he did, he had seen that part of her had been shocked...disappointed.

Robin had no regrets, and, since that day, never doubted for a second that Regina was the right choice. However, it did sadden him that he couldn't make this better for Marian.

As he walked through the main part of Storybrooke, he thought of Regina and the fight they'd had just before he left.

He tried not to picture the hurt look in her eyes when he'd accidentally compared her to Marian.

The first few weeks in this new land he'd been focused on patrolling the woods, fighting the Wicked Witch, and falling for the amazing, fiery, unrelenting woman who ran this town.

Once the threat was past, though, the task of settling in came, and was quickly followed by the news that Regina was pregnant.

When she told him she'd seemed even more surprised than him. It was not an unwelcome surprise, of course, but it was one that he hadn't expected so quickly, and, in fact, he still had not quite gotten his footing when it came to expecting a child in this world.

When Regina announced her pregnancy, Snow White had brought over several boxes of things for her. Most of which Robin didn't understand the purpose of other than the clothes, most of which Regina refused to wear, and the crook-shaped pillow that went to bed with them every night.

That had been the most confusing one at first, but, as she began to get bigger, she showed him how it would wrap around her and cradle her body.

He had to admit to the usefulness of something that, at first, had seemed baffling and a bit ridiculous.

Although she still sometimes woke with aches, Regina mostly slept comfortably with the device. He could still remember Marian writhing in pain on her camp cot, and even the bed at the inn he'd eventually moved them into.

She'd spent almost the entire time she was carrying Roland tired and sore, and that was even before she'd gotten sick.

The thought made him feel immensely guilty.

He was going to have a child with the woman he loved, and he wasn't slowly watching her waste away while blaming himself for not taking care of her properly.

She was strong, and healthy, and glowing with life.

He smiled, recalling how sometimes he'd catch Regina stroking her growing belly with a contended smile on her lips...the happiness nearly radiating out of her.

If he had his way he'd want to make sure she looked like that all the time.

He and Marian's life in Sherwood Forest had been one of scarcity. A sacrifice they made to help those in need.

Storybrooke was different. This town was a place of abundance.

He knew that he couldn't actually make sure Regina was never unhappy about anything, but, when it came to the difficulties of carrying a child, this world made it easy for him to ease her burden.

Robin frowned. In a thoughtless moment, he'd called her spoiled, but, if anyone had been taking things for granted, it was him.

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Regina chewed the last of her French fries as Ruby stopped by her table.

"Anything else?" the young wolf asked.

She shook her head, "No, just the check."

As Ruby walked away, Regina sat back in the booth. Her stomach was pleasantly full, and, along with it, she felt less on edge...more able to think clearly.

Once she was certain Robin and Roland were gone, she'd gotten into the car to drive to Clarke's to get her chocolate-hazelnut spread herself.

She only made it as far as Granny's, though. The smell coming from the diner had been intoxicating, so she stopped in, and decided she wanted a juicy burger for dinner.

It had been delicious. Hit the spot entirely, even though it wasn't the creamy, chocolate goodness she'd been fantasizing about all afternoon.

Irkingly, she realized that this proved Robin's point.

She had overreacted to him forgetting to bring her chocolate.

Regina would never deny that she had a temper, but she could also admit that losing her temper, this case, was ridiculous. She was Regina Mills. She was the mayor of this town...formerly a queen. Pitching a fit over food was so far beneath her!

When Ruby delivered her check, Regina stood and went over to the register to pay. Outside, she walked over to her car and got back in.

She didn't remember the drive home, but soon enough she was turning onto Mifflin Street and pulling into her driveway.

As she front door swung closed behind her, she realized that the house was dark, cold, and quiet.

Upon checking her watch she saw that it had been nearly two hours since she left, and apparently Robin was still not back.

She frowned. Where could he be? It was not that far a walk to and from Marian's apartment.

An uneasy feeling crept over her as she remember that Marian's apartment was where she'd told Robin to stay.

Regina shook her head, cradling her belly protectively.

No, that wasn't possible. Robin would never do that. Even if he was mad at her. He wouldn't do that.

She swallowed hard, trying to repeat that reassurance to herself.

Where could he be though?

There were a few of the Merry Men who were still living in the woods. Maybe he'd gone to stay with them?

Her heart was starting to beat rapidly.

Dropping her purse on the living-room sofa, Regina started making her way to the back door. Her intention was to go right into the woods, and not leave until she found him.

Before she even got the door open, though, the front door clattered open.

Turning, she saw Robin step inside and shut the door behind himself.

"Robin," she breathed.

He met her eyes with a cautious smile, "Hi, love."

The prideful part of her wanted to hold back, but the part of her that had gotten more emotional since her pregnancy overruled it. Before she even realized it, her feet were carrying her over to his arms.

A few tears slipped from her eyes before she could stop them.

"I'm sorry," she sniffed.

He smiled, hugging her to his chest tightly, "Shouldn't I be saying that? I didn't mean to compare you to Marian. I'm so sorry."

"You were right, though," Regina acknowledged, "I acted so irrational."

At her words, Robin was taken back to a time in Sherwood Forest when Marian screamed the entire camp down over the men's cooking fires. When he'd been stupid enough to try to reason with her, she swore for 5 minutes, using words he didn't even know she was aware of, and accused him of not caring about her or their child...only to break down a few minutes later and cling to him sobbing.

He chuckled to himself, recalling how every man in camp looked ready to run from her as if she were a fury out for blood...an urge he'd definitely understood.

"You're allowed," Robin said.

She sighed, "Robin, you were right. In our world most women had children under bad conditions. Even in this one some do. I have no right to complain about anything, and I'm not handling this as well as most mothers do!"

"When Marian was pregnant with Roland she couldn't stand the smell of cooking meat. All the men had to move all their cooking fires two miles away from the main camp," he said, "Any closer and she swore she could still smell it."

Regina didn't comment.

Robin moved one hand away from her back over to settle tenderly on her baby bump.

"You aren't different than any other expectant mother...except to me."

She looked up at him questioningly.

"You're you, and you're having our baby."

Her eyes melted at the words.

With a sigh, Robin removed his hand from her stomach and fished a jar from the pocket of his jacket.

"I promise, from now on, anything you need...I won't forget," he said as he pressed the jar of chocolate spread into her hand.

With a smile, she pulled him down to her lips by the lapels of his jacket.

"Did you have supper while you were out?" she asked when they broke away.

"Yes," he nodded, looking at her in concern, "Did you have yours?"

"I did," she reassured him, "Now I'm ready for dessert."

He laughed, taking the jar from her hand, "Should I open this then?"

"Later," Regina said tugging on his jacket again, "I want something else for the first course."

Robin's eyebrows rose before a grin spread across his face, "Well I suppose I cannot disappoint my lady."

"No you can't," she purred, pulling his back down to her lips.

Living in this world may still be new to him, but with this woman by his side, he'd always have everything he needed...and he'd do everything he could to make sure she and their child did too.

THE END

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