A/N: Okay, here we go. The epilogue, where the story actually ends. It's short and sweet, and I hope y'all enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time nor its characters, however, I do own the idea behind this story and the characters that are unknown to the Once fandom. I alsoown my terrible, terrible mistakes.

Two years. It's been two years since that night. Two years, seven weeks and twenty-three days to be exact, since his world turned upside down.

Leopold was dead. Cora lost her mind, and last he heard, Zelena packed up her things and moved somewhere far, far away and Mary-Margaret took over her father's business with her husband by her side. As for him, he became a nomad.

He resigned weeks after the tragedy, gathered his savings and travelled the world. He never settled in one place for long. He journeyed from the States to Europe, went through Portugal and Spain, toured the places, visited the Belém Tower and admired the Sagrada Familia. Then continued to France, Italy and Greece, Romania, too. And when he began running low on cash, he made his way back home to England.

The chances of him finding a job there were greater, and perhaps, after he'd earned enough, he'd travel through the rest of the world, again.

It's been three months since then. Robin moved in with one of his old friends, Will, and did odd jobs to get by, whatever he could find. He worked as a mechanic for some time, a bartender and a clerk at a local grocery. But he was going insane.

Traveling, seeing new places, meeting new people was how he coped with Regina's death, it made him forget all about her — even if just for a little while. But staying put in one place, looking at the same things repeatedly everyday, made him think of her more often and he mourned her loss all over again.

It's been two years and he doubted he'd ever move on from that. He missed her. He missed her bright smile, her contagious laughter, her sweet scent of apples. He missed her holding her in his arms, running his fingers through her long, silky hair. He missed gazing into her chestnut brown eyes and losing himself in them. Gods. He missed so much about her. He missed their little dates, too. Nothing too special and nowhere fancy — she always told him, and most of them were picnics at the park. There was something about the park that seemed to relax her, he noted, but he never knew why. He never had the chance to ask either.

But that's where Robin found himself on a Friday's afternoon, sitting crossed-legged under one of the park's trees, shooing away the squirrels that kept on returning to steal his berries.

"Goodness, you've finished up half of it. That was supposed to be my lunch," he grumbled, tossing a few extra pieces of blueberries on the side. "Now, will you please let me go and enjoy my—"

He was interrupted by the sight of a strawberry thrown directly at the squirrels, startling and chasing them away, followed by a giggle and a clap behind him. Robin turned around only to find a toddler, sneakily reaching for another fruit, taking a small bite, then chucking it at the squirrels again. He had a mop of curly, dirty blonde hair on his head and big, brown eyes. He seemed to be proud of himself, toothy grin exposing the dimples on either side of his chubby cheeks. It made Robin chuckle.

"Oh, please. Help yourself to some more," he offered sarcastically, holding the bowl closer to the boy, who happily reached for a berry, shoving it into his mouth instead. "Where's your mommy and daddy?" Robin asked, looking around but there was no sight of a frantic parent, looking for their youngster, and the boy didn't seem to care. He reached for another fruit and waddled over toward a squirrel.

"Teddy!"

Robin watched the boy stand upright and look around for the voice. It was faint, but he seemed to have recognized it.

"Teddy, where are you?"

"Teddy? Is that your name?" Robin scoffed, shaking his head. Who names their kid that?

"Teddy!"

Someone exclaimed behind him and his brows creased. That voice.

He watched a woman sprint over and scoop the toddler in her arms, protectively cradling him close. She peppered kisses atop of his head and sniffled — was she crying? Not that he'd blame her. Her child wandered around in a large park, anything could've happened to him.

"You might wanna keep a close eye on him, but something tells me if he goes missing again, you'd find him where the squirrels are," Robin joked, but she tensed. He opened his mouth to apologize but the words died on the tip of his tongue when she turned around, knocking the air right out of his lungs.

Regina. In the flesh.

She was standing right in front of him, looking exactly how she looked the last time he'd seen her, not a day older, although her hair was different, it was shorter — he loved it. Robin hurried up on his feet, dusted the dirt off his pants and with furrowed brows, he stepped closer to her.

"R...Regina?"

She smiled, then shook her head. Of course she wasn't, Regina was dead. But just as disappointment was starting to set in, she balanced her boy on her hip and extended a hand. "Isabella. Isabella Cordova. It's nice seeing you again, Robin."

He laughed.

Life. It worked in the most mysterious ways.

"Isabella?" he repeated, and she nodded. But then it dawned on him. The boy. Robin gaped, blue eyes bulging as he turned his attention to him. "Is he…?"

"Theodore," she introduced, pressing a kiss to the boy's head. "And yes. Couldn't you tell from the dimples?"

"But—"

"It's very, very long story," she interrupted.

"Then how about dinner? We'll talk about it over dinner. I've got all the time in the world."

Isabella smiled, nodding her head. "Dinner sounds wonderful."

"Pizza? Extra cheese and mushrooms?"

"And two slices of strawberry cheesecake. For old times' sake."

A/N: Did y'all really think I'd pull an Adam and Eddy on Regina? Smh, never. I could've continued and wrote more, explained how she survived and what happened, but she's the mysterious brunette for a reason. Thank you for sticking around and reading :)