A/N This is my last posting for a week. I am going to be going on vacation with my family to a place with no internet connection. I may or may not have a chapter prepared to post during the week, we will just have to wait and see.

Thanks for putting up with me! Enjoy!

Robin sat in the kitchen watching Regina prepare breakfast in the morning. Her hair still wet and unstyled from the shower she had just taken and a cup of decaffeinated green tea in her hand, she had a difficult time understanding him. She still felt very tired from the night prior and she was groggy because of it. She planned later to blame it on the pregnancy.

He looked up from his spot at her kitchen table to see the food she was grilling in the frying pan. He could only see the top of what he remembered was called a pancake from Granny's menu. He stood slowly and moved behind her, kneading her shoulders. She let out a relieved sigh as she felt his fingers work her shoulder muscles. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder and she allowed her eyes to flutter shut.

She allowed herself to enjoy this moment, something simple to the average person, but something rare to her. Such a moment she wanted to revel in. Her hand moved to flip the knob to turn the gas fire under the pan off and she dumped the pancake onto a plate.

She heard a soft pitter patter of small feet hitting the floor above the pair and she straightened up. Robin released Regina's shoulder and looked to the stairs. Nodding, the pair moved to the stairs. Making their way up the stairs, they saw the small boy, now stripped of his jacket, peeking into the various doorways of Regina's house. He made his way to the door which lead to Henry's room. His eyes widened and he entered the room curiously.

The couple caught up to him, finding him sitting on Henry's bed. He was holding onto a pillow in her arms which Regina noticed as Henry's old one. Roland's eyes met Regina's and he jumped in surprise. "Sorry... I was just looking for some one."

She felt a sight sting of nostalgia seeing Roland sitting on Henry's old bed. He, for only just a moment, made her have a vivid vision of younger Henry. At a quick glace, he resembled Henry when he was younger. "Oh... It is quite alright."

"It looks like another kid lives in here." Roland observed.

Regina took a deep breath, her expressions growing sad. "One did... Once."

"Well where is he?"

"He..." Regina's voice wavered a little and she cleared her throat before trying to talk again. "He lives with his birth mother now. I took care of him for a while until she could."

Looking up, he noticed the expression on her face. " I'm sorry I made you sad, Miss."

"No, child it is not you. I just miss my son a little right now." Regina felt Robin wrap his arm around her middle. Regina looked over her shoulders to Robin and smiled lovingly to him.

Roland looked away, slightly grossed out by the nasty lovey dovey stuff adults do. Robin moved his lips to Regina's, pressing a short and silent kiss to her lips. She felt a little strange, but accepted the kiss, smiling a little as he pressed their lips together. He noticed his son looking away. "Hey Todd!" He called to the boy. He turned back hesitantly at first, just to make sure they were done performing their nasty actions and then turned around completely. "You look like him a little."

"What was his name?" He inquired putting down the pillow.

"Henry." Regina said quickly.

Roland nodded getting up from the bed. "Did you make food. I smell something yummy."

"Yes I made breakfast for you if you would like some." Regina said holding out her hand.

The boy tentatively pushed off the bed and walked over to Regina. He slowly grabbed her hand and allowed her to lead him out of the room and to the stairs. "Hey, Miss?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"I was thinkin," He paused as he looked down at the bottom step of the stairs so he would not miss it and fall down. "If I can't 'member, could I stay here. Just for a little while?" He said slightly shyly.

"You won't have to worry about that." Robin spoke up from behind. "We are going to take you to some one today who will help you with your memory problem."

Seeing the pancake on the table just at eye level, Roland quickly let go of Regina's hand and rushed to the chair. It took him a minute to get situated on top of it. He took his fork awkwardly in his fist, Robin later telling Regina that he had little experience with a fork due to the fact most of the food the Merry Men ate was either eaten with their hands or a spoon, and shoveling pre-cut pieces of pancake onto his plate.

Robin sat in the chair across from him watching him eat. "Hey, slow down! You will get a stomach ache."

Roland stopped eating for a moment to look up to Robin, a little embarrassed to be wrong, and then stabbed a single piece. He raised the piece to eye level, inspecting it thoroughly. "What's the crunchy stuffs in the middle?' He inquired, digging a diced cube out with his fingers.

"They are pieces of sliced apple. I really do enjoy apple, I even have a tree at my office. Maybe one day, once it warms up, we can go pick some apples." Regina said, taking the rather large plate she had made for herself and began to dig in.

"Sounds fun!" Roland said putting the piece of pancake in his mouth.

It took her a moment to realize it, but this was completely normal.

A family breakfast.

It was really quiet charming.

She like the idea. Perhaps they would be able to duplicate it again one day. And just be... normal.

But what about her life could really stay normal anyway?

Although he did not know it, this was only the third time Roland had driven inside of a car. The first time, he had a nervous breakdown, so confused at what was going on outside the vehicle. Regina had to pull over down the street so Robin could sooth him. Once he had calmed down, he got back in. Later, he experienced his first case of motion sickness.

That was almost five months ago.

Now he took it as another every day activity.

Regina had gotten one of Henry's old car seats out of storage and placed it into her car. To be honest, Regina didn't even know why she had saved it. It was just sitting down in her basement storage area collecting dust. It was one of many things from Henry's childhood that still remained. She even still had his crib. Perhaps part of her knew she would one day want to have another baby.

Or maybe she was just too sentimental.

Either way, it had come at quite a convenience, Roland being able to fit in to some of Henry's old clothes. Perhaps she would later go down there and let Roland pick out a few new toys.

Roland climbed into the back seat of Regina's car and tugged at the seat belt. It took him a minute to fumble the seat belt into the buckle, but he managed to do it by himself. Robin felt a little embarrassed, his five year old knowing more than he knew about these carriages. He paid close attention to Regina buckling her seat belt so he could imitate it a few moments later.

Regina backed her car out of the driveway and began to drive toward the convent on the other side of town. Both her and Robin hoped that, as a potion was created for both Sneezy who believed he was Mr. Clark and Belle who believed she was Lacy (something Regina still had not taken full credit for) when they lost their memories due to crossing the town line, that a similar potion could be made for their dear Roland. And once this potion was made, Regina had planned to start the real issue.

The custody of Roland.

Such was not percent in the enchanted forest, however in this land, the laws allowed for a divorce, which on the circumstance, Regina believed Robin would want to take part in. She had asked him about it stupidly this morning, which made her feel extremely forgetful. Another thing to blame on the pregnancy. When she would find the time for it, she planed to explain the divorce process.

Though the 28 years she spent as mayor, she was familiar with the paper work and the process necessary to go though a divorce, including when there was a child involved. Usually, in most cases, parents were allowed to see their kids. Many went between parents, staying with the mother one week and the father the next. However, she wanted Robin to have full custody of Roland.

That would be much more complex than she wished to admit.

Looking in a quick glance behind her, Regina caught a glimpse of Roland kicking his feet as if he was running in his car seat as he looked out the window. This made her smile a little and she looked back to the road.

Roland, starting to become bored in with these strange people wanted to ask questions. He knew he could trust them. She was the mayor of the town. Someone, he couldn't remember who, told him he could always trust some one with that kind of authority. It meant that person was good and could be trusted. So he trusted Regina. He still didn't quite know who the man who hung around her was. He lived with her, remembering him standing behind her when he was tucked in and being present in the morning. Were they like a mommy and daddy? "Mr?" Roland asked Robin.

Robin turned around in his seat to look at his son. "Hey buddy! What's up?"

"I was wondering, and you and Miss Regina married?"

Regina's eyes suddenly widened, her hands starting to sweat on the steering wheel and her stomach dropped. She looked to Robin quickly, a little distressed. "No. We are not. Maybe some day." Robin replied easily. The calmness in his voice somehow startled Regina. As if he had already had this planed out in his head. She would ask about this later.

Seeing the convent ahead, Regina slowed down the car and parallel parked in front of the steeps. Once she applied the parking brake and removed the keys from the ignition, she nodded to Robin letting him know that the car would not move anymore. He felt a little better, still not able to completely trust these carriages. He would much rather something a little more traditional. Perhaps a horse.

Climbing out of the car, he spotted Roland already making his way though the many pathways that lead to the convent. Robin looked back at Regina who was locking the door to her car and sticking her keys into the pocket of her dark charcoal leather jacket. He held his hand for her to hold. She grabbed it reluctantly, walking quickly. "Why are you going so fast?"

"Because my ankles are swollen and I am not sure how long I will be able to stand in these heals." She said sarcastically to him pulling him along with her.

"What?"

Regina rolled her eyes. "I just want to get this over with." Seeing Roland beginning to climb up the stairs, she called to him, "Rol-Todd! Slow down."

She shook her head at herself, catching herself almost saying Roland again. He didn't know himself as Roland. That was foolish.

She made sure that she reached the door first, entering the convent quickly. She accidentally knocked into the only woman standing in the hallway, who accidentally dropped all the things in her arms when they collided. "Oh your majesty! I am so sorry!" The woman said as she bent down to pick up the things she had dropped.

Crap. Damn that fairy. Hopefully Roland had not heard. "Please, do not refer to me as your majesty in front of the boy." She whispered to her as she tried to help her pick up some of the papers that had slid past her when they collided. "He crossed the line."

The woman's eyes widened as she took the papers from Regina's hands. "Oh... I am so sorry. Do, do you want me to get Mother Superior for you?" She said clumsily.

"Yes thank you." After the fairy stumbled away, Regina took Roland to wait outside with Robin. "I will just be a few minutes. I need to talk to some one before she can see you about your memory problems."

"But it is cold out here! Will you take long?"

"Only a minute." She said with a smile, turning back to the door. It was quite cold for Spring time, still able to see her breath and bits of frost sticking to the plants surrounding the convent.

When she reentered, Blue was already waiting for her in the lobby. "Nova told me about what happened. Who is the boy."

"Robin's son."

"Wait, why are you with Robin's son?"

Regina sighed. "Robin came asking for help because Marian was going to take Roland away from him. I found both the boy and Marian in the woods. Apparently she had taken him over the line. Since only he was a victim of a curse, only his memories were replaced with new ones, but he can not remember much. I suppose there is complications with not coming with the first curse." She paused for a moment, the fairy just looking at her blankly making her irritated. "So can you help him or not."

"I do know how to curse him." Regina smiled. "However..." Her face dropped. "... we have none of the potion left."

"What do you mean. Just brew another for him!" Regina commanded.

"It is not that simple. Something like this is not easy. We came across the first set of ingredients on a whim. And this potion is not an easy one. These things take time Miss Mills."

"I. Don't. Care. Just make the potion." She paused for a moment. "Please."

Mother Superior nodded. "I will start right away. In the mean time, I suggest you keep the boy indoors. We would not want him to see anything out of the ordinary. Don't use magic, and keep him away from Gold. You were right to bring him to me first. For example, tonight is the first night of wolf's time. I suggest you keep him indoors."

Regina nodded. "I- Thank you."

The Blue fairy nodded and Regina turned to go outside. Never before had she been so disappointed in her life. When she came out the doors, Roland got out of his chair and ran up to her feet. "Can we go in now."

"Not today. The woman that you were to see," Regina looked up to Robin unblinking. "She is out sick today."

Roland suddenly grew sad. "But..."

Regina bent down and put two fingers under his chin to raise his head. "Don't worry. She is going to give us a call once she comes back into work and she can see you then."

"Well how long will that be?"

"Maybe a few days. We will have to wait and see." Regina straightened back up, placing a hand on her stomach without thinking. "Come on. How about we get some ice cream and then we can go home a play a game."

Roland smiled a little. "Okay!" He said starting to walk ahead.

Robin turned to Regina. "What is truly wrong?"

"The potion will take a few days."

Robin nodded. "I have one other question."

"And what is that dear?"

"What is a call?"