It was morning. Regina knew, not only because of the sunlight coming through the window, but also because the crick in her neck hinted that she'd been asleep for a long time. She stretched slowly, realizing the pale green walls were not the white ones back in her Brooklyn apartment, but rather the ones in Zelena's guest room in Storybrooke.

She padded her way down the hall to the bathroom, and when she finished and stepped into the hall, Zelena was waiting for her. "Good morning, sleeping beauty. I was starting to think you'd never wake up."

Regina smiled sheepishly. "Sorry," she said. "Being pregnant really tires me out, but when you add traveling on top of it, it makes it even worse."

Zelena nodded in understanding. "Are you hungry?" she asked. "I know just the place for a good breakfast."

As soon as the words left Zelena's mouth, Regina's stomach growled loudly, making her sister smirk at her. "It seems you are. Get dressed and we'll run down to Granny's. It's the best restaurant in Storybrooke, and she has amazing pancakes."

The thought of pancakes perked Regina up. Normally, she'd protest the early hour and insist on staying in for a quiet breakfast, but she had been craving pancakes for a few days now and needed to satisfy that craving. Stacks of syrupy pancakes were even starting to appear in her dreams.

"Alright," Regina said, heading into her room to change. She found one of her favorite purple scoop tops in her suitcase and pulled on a comfortable pair of jeans. She spritzed on her fruity perfume, applied a bit of blush and mascara, and pulled her wavy hair into a high ponytail. She was downstairs within five minutes, her pregnancy cravings speeding up her morning routine considerably. She was ready for a nice meal and quality time with her sister.

"Where's Graham?" Regina asked, memories of their lovey-dovey behavior resurfacing from the day before.

"He's still sleeping," Zelena said, grabbing her keys from the mantel. "He worked the late shift yesterday, so he won't be up until noon." She gestured to the door. "Shall we then?"

Regina nodded, following Zelena out to her car. It was barely a two minute drive to Granny's, which was a striking contrast from her long commutes in Brooklyn. Regina was accustomed to riding the subway for thirty minutes or more, so this change of pace was nice. She welcomed it.

Zelena pulled into the lot. Granny's Diner was a small restaurant, almost resembling a gray house in its appearance. There were tables out front for customers to enjoy, and already a group of men filled them, talking loudly and drinking coffee.

"Those are the miners," she explained as they made their way inside. "They always start their mornings here. They swear that Granny's coffee and scrambled eggs is the only thing that keeps them working such long hours."

Regina nodded, staying close to Zelena as she opened the door and headed in. It seemed all the residents of Storybrooke liked starting their mornings at Granny's. The diner was packed.

"Hello!" an older woman called out from behind the counter. "Sit anywhere you like, we'll be with you in a minute."

The sisters nodded and smiled, making their way to a booth near the back, away from the hussle and bussle. Regina slid into one of the leather seats, and she studied one of the menus left on the table. She debated what kind of pancakes she wanted. Granny had apple, blueberry, and chocolate chip to choose from.

"Zelena!"

Regina turned to see where the voice came from. A petite woman with a black pixie cut came hurrying over to them, a smile transforming her face. She wore a light pink cardigan and cream colored infinity scarf, and despite her minimal makeup, she was extremely pretty.

"You must be the famous Regina," she said when she reached their booth. "Zelena has told me so much about you."

The woman slid into the booth beside Zelena. "I'm Mary Margaret," she said by way of explanation. "Zelena's one of my best friends."

"We met when she had her daughter Emma," Zelena said, noticing Regina's surprised expression. "I was one of the nurses when she gave birth. Emma's two now."

Regina nodded, trying to figure out when Zelena mentioned Mary Margaret to her, and decided it must have been during her brief stay in New York when she was grieving over Daniel. Everything from that week was a blur.

"Yes," Mary Margaret said, her face lighting up at the mention of her daughter. "Emma's a delight. That's why my husband David and I are so happy she'll be getting a sibling soon. I just found that I'm pregnant again last week."

"Congratulations," Regina said. "That's wonderful news."

"David works at the station with Graham," Zelena explained. "He's the deputy."

The name clicked then. David was the one who switched Graham shifts the day before so he would be home when Zelena and Regina got there from the airport. It seemed that Storybrooke really was a small town.

A young burnette strutted over to their table then, a notepad in hand. "Hi guys!" she said, obviously already acquainted with Zelena and Mary Margaret. "Are you ordering your usuals today?"

"Yes, please," Zelena said, handing her menu to the woman, and Mary Margaret did the same. Then, Zelena motioned to Regina: "Regina, this is Ruby, she's the head waitress here at Granny's. Ruby, this is my sister, Regina."

Ruby smiled at her. "Nice to meet you," she said. "What can I get you?"

"I'll take some apple pancakes, please," Regina said, handing Ruby her menu. "With extra cinnamon butter on the side."

Ruby nodded, scribbling their orders down on her notepad. "I'll get these in for you guys," she said and turned on her platform heel.

Regina stared after Ruby in disbelief, wondering how the woman could work in such high heels. She wasn't even that tiny, definitely around 5'8 in her stocking feet. Wearing shoes like that, the woman came close to pushing six feet.

Zelena caught Regina staring at Ruby's choice of footwear. "She's a character," she said. "She never leaves the house without her platforms."

Mary Margaret nodded. "She's super sweet, but I could use one of her lessons in walking in heels," she said. "Speaking of which, are you going to take Regina shopping while she's here? There's that really great outlet mall on the other side of town, and they have that baby furniture marked down right now."

"Ooh, I hadn't thought of that!" Zelena said. "So far, I have the toll bridge and library on my list of must-see places, but that outlet mall is a must too."

Mary Margaret nodded excitedly. "Yes, and don't forget Mr. Gold's pawn shop," she said. Then, turning to Regina: "Mr. Gold has a lot of town relics and historical documents at his pawn shop on display. You can't buy them, but it's fun to look and learn."

Ruby appeared then, expertly balancing the plates as she carried them over to the table. She quickly set their plates in front of them, along with a glass of water for each. Regina peered at Zelena and Mary Margaret's plates, noticing they both ordered blueberry pancakes. She suddenly wondered if blueberry was the better flavor, but the aroma from her apple pancakes quickly changed her mind. She was practically salivating over the mere smell.

"Thanks Ruby!" Zelena and Mary Margaret said in unison before the brunette was making her way back into the kitchen, not slowing down for a second.

Mary Margaret poured syrup over her pancakes, continuing their conversation from before. "Don't forget there's Any Given Sundae too," she said. "Their ice cream is all I craved when I was pregnant with Emma."

Regina smiled and listened to them chatter, discussing the best places in Storybrooke to show her during her week there. Even though she hated being treated like a tourist, she decided to indulge them, and forked up another bite of her apple pancakes. Zelena had been good to her. The least she could do was go along with her sister and whatever plans she dreamed up for her time there. In just a week, Regina would be back in her Brooklyn apartment, with memories of Daniel and his tragic accident threatening to swallow her with grief. She needed to enjoy her sister's company and the distraction it provided before they were hours apart again.

The bell by Granny's front door dinged, signaling another customer making their way inside. Regina heard Ruby sashay across the restaurant to serve them, her heels clicking on the floor in a loud fashion and her skirt riding up her thighs even more with the movement. Regina glanced over her shoulder, wondering how the woman could possibly hold employment dressed like that, when she caught sight of who the new customers were.

Robin and Roland.

She dropped her fork to her plate, making a clatter that drew Zelena and Mary Margaret's attention to her and then to the man and his son walking in the restaurant. Regina struggled to keep her face composed, especially when Roland squealed and pointed in her direction. "Daddy, look! It's Miss Regina!"

She hadn't expected to see them again so soon. In fact, she'd almost hoped she wouldn't cross paths with Robin again, and yet here he was, turning up in the same restaurant. Those confusing feelings from their shared plane ride came rushing back with renewed force, and Regina felt her face warming up at the mere sight of him.

Damn pregnancy hormones for making her ogle the man and want his hands in places she shouldn't. She tore her eyes away from Robin, smiling as Roland ran over to the table. "Good morning!" he said, bouncing in place when he skidded to a stop.

"Good morning," Regina said, a smile stretching across her face at how cute and polite he was. Even if seeing Robin put her on edge and made her question her emotional state, seeing Roland definitely made up for it. "It's good to see you again, Mr. Roland. How are you doing this morning?"

"I'm great!" he said. "I got to sleep in my own bed last night. In England, I had to sleep on a couch, but here I have my own bed. My own room even!"

"That's awesome!" Regina said. "I bet you're happy to be home, huh?"

He nodded. "Yes. But I have something to tell you. My Daddy wants to take you to dinner!" Roland piped up, a grin transforming his face. "He told me so last night!"

Robin visibly tensed, a sheepish look on his face, and his cheeks turned the color of scarlet. "I'm sorry," he said. "I was going to ask you myself, but it seems Roland beat me to the punch. He really wants to show you Granny's lasagna, don't you, Ro?"

The boy nodded excitedly. "It's delicious!" he said. "You'll love it. It's the best thing on the menu."

"Well, after the apple pancakes of course," Robin said, nodding to her plate. Then clearing his throat: "Would you like to join us for dinner here tonight? If you're not already busy of course."

"Sure," Regina heard herself say before she could talk herself out of it or think of an excuse. She turned to Zelena. "You don't have any dinner plans for us, do you?"

"No," her sister replied. "Go. Have some fun. Robin and Roland here know all the good food on the menu. They're regulars."

Roland jumped up and down. "Yay!"

Robin laughed at the little boy's antics. "How does six thirty sound?" he asked. "I finish up at the bar at six, and I'll need to grab Roland from his sitter first."

"That's fine with me," Regina said. "It's a date."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she inwardly cringed. A date? Did she really need to use that terminology when confirming their dinner plans? Robin was only inviting her out because Roland wanted to spend time with her, not for any romantic inclinations of his own. Besides, she was pregnant, and dating was off the table for her for now.

"Order for Locksley!" an older woman yelled, setting some paper bags on the counter.

"That's us," Robin said. "We'll see you later, Regina. I'll pick you up from Zelena's."

Regina smiled and nodded. She watched as Robin took his carry out from the woman, thanked her, and laced his hand with Roland's. The young boy turned back to wave at the three women before they headed out of the restaurant.

As soon as they were gone, Regina released a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She knew for a fact that it wasn't Henry causing the flutters in her stomach with his small feet. It was butterflies. And they were caused from none other than Robin Locksley and the thought of having dinner with him tonight.

Zelena's face lit up like a kid at Christmas. "Sis, you're blushing," she said in excitement. "You like Robin, don't you?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Regina said, taking a long sip of her water. "He's just nice, and his son is adorable. That's all. There's nothing more to it than that."

Mary Margaret hid a smile behind her napkin. "I don't know," she said. "Your face does seem a little redder, and your eyes practically followed him out of the restaurant. "

Zelena grinned in triumph and leaned against Mary Margaret, trying to hide her giggles. It seemed the redhead liked having someone to tease Regina with.

She shot them both a death glare.

"You could always go see his bar," Mary Margaret suggested, already back to places they could show Regina in Storybrooke. "It's a lovely little place, and they have the best wine selection. Not that you can drink, of course, but it's still nice. Very homey and full of local art. You'd love it."

"I don't know," Regina started. "I'll be seeing Robin tonight and …" her voice trailed off.

"C'mon!" Zelena begged, clasping her hands together in a dramatic movement. "I just want to show you all the good parts of Storybrooke, and the Northern Arrow is included in that. We don't have to stay and talk if you don't want to."

Regina shot her sister a look. Both she and Zelena knew quite well that visiting the Northern Arrow wouldn't be a short visit or one without conversation. Besides, Regina liked talking with Robin. That wasn't the problem.

The problem was the way Robin made her feel. She would only be in Storybrooke for a week, and she certainly couldn't develop feelings for someone, let alone while she was still pregnant with her dead boyfriend's baby. Her emotions were all over the place, she was grieving, and she was hormonal. There were plenty of reasons why they shouldn't go over to the bar to see Robin, and yet, she somehow knew that Zelena would talk her into it.

Regina scoffed. "I can't even drink!"

"So?" Zelena retorted. "That doesn't matter. He has coke products and bottled water. Appetizers even!"

"We just ate!"

"So?" Zelena said again. "We can just sip water or something. You're a tourist. You can go check it out if you want. People do it all the time."

Knowing Zelena wouldn't let up, Regina relented. "Fine," she said in exasperation. "Let's go to the bar."

The Northern Arrow was only a block from Granny's, so after saying goodbye to Mary Margaret, the sisters headed over to check the place out, their arms linked as they walked. Zelena supplied Regina with information on the way over.

"The Northern Arrow is more than just a bar," Zelena explained. "It also doubles as a spot to get information about the town. It's one of the first streets you pass when coming into Storybrooke, so Robin keeps brochures and coupons to hand out to tourists. Sometimes he even gives guided tours."

Zelena nudged Regina playfully, wiggling an eyebrow at her. "I'm sure a proper tour of Storybrooke can be arranged, maybe even during your date tonight."

"It's not a date," Regina said, a warning laced in her voice. "So don't even think about asking. Besides, you're my tour guide for the week anyway."

"It's not a date?" Zelena asked, tilting her head to the side. "Funny I seem to remember you calling it that just a few minutes ago."

"It was a slip," she said, rolling her eyes at her sister's antics. "I was just confirming our plans, not calling a simple dinner at Granny's a date."

"C'mon, sis. There's obviously something there."

"Even if there is, it doesn't matter," Regina said, pausing on the walk in front of the Northern Arrow. "My feelings are irrelevant and so are his. I have to think about Henry right now. Not my love life."

Regina turned to look at the Northern Arrow. It was on the small side, and its architecture resembled a log cabin. It sat just yards away from the library and the rest of Storybrooke, but it was almost as if one stepped right out of town and into another world. Her eyes traveled over the sign adorning the front door with an illuminated arrow, her hands absentmindedly going to her stomach and resting there.

"Maybe I shouldn't go tonight," Regina said. "Maybe I should just stay in and focus on Henry. I need to make a list of things to buy when we go to that outlet mall anyway."

"Regina …"

"I'm serious," she said, locking eyes with her sister. "Henry has to be my priority right now, not some guy I barely know, regardless of how nice he is."

"Regina, I promise you, Robin's a gentleman. He's a great guy and an even better friend. He won't do anything you're uncomfortable with or not ready for. That and I'm fairly certain that Roland would be beside himself if you cancelled. He's really looking forward to it."

Regina looked up to the sky, knowing that she would go tonight. She couldn't stand to let little Roland down. Because, like it or not, Robin Locksley and his adorable son had gotten to her, and she was certain there would be more dinners during her week there in addition to the one tonight.

"I know," Regina said. "And I am too. Just lay off with the date comments, okay? I'm not even looking for anything right now, and I doubt a pregnant woman is the one Robin would want anyway."

Zelena raised her hands in defeat. "You have my word," she said. "I won't make another peep about you getting together with Robin."

As soon as the words left Zelena's mouth, a voice sounded from behind them. "Just couldn't stay away, could you?" the voice said. "What brings you two ladies out here?"