When she wakes she does so naturally, not a sound disturbing her after-sleep delirium and for the first time in weeks she's relaxed, allowing herself to cuddle into Robins site. She closes her eyes again about to drift back into slumber, when a groggy voice asks "hasn't Ivy awakened yet?" and that relaxed state is gone immediately.
Her bare feet hit the cold floor without a second thought, running towards the baby's room. She should've awoken many hours ago, if only to be lulled back to sleep with promises of playing later that day, but not at 3am.
Countless thoughts are running through Regina's mind. Why didn't she wake yet? Something must've happened! Maybe she stopped breathing! Maybe it was sudden child death!
Her hands grab the door frame for support, when she pushes the door open and swings in gracelessly. Eyes fixed on the baby's chest, she makes her way over to the crib, relieve washing over her when the girls body moved with each contraction of her lungs, a small pout plastered on her rosy lips. The infant even remains asleep, when she is lifted into her mothers arms, who is checking every tiniest part of her body.
Robin is stepping into the room a few minutes later, eyes squeezed shut in defense of the sunlight streaming through the nursery's window. His chest bumps into her back, when he rest his head against one of her shoulders, his hands already having found their place on her hips, and asks "Why did you jump out of bed? So afraid of spending a quiet morning in bed with your handsome fiancé?"
A soft kiss is pressed to her neck and she rests her cheek against his, whispering softly as she tells him "I got worried, this is the first time she slept through the night. Henry interrupted my sleep until he was 9 months old and I thought that maybe something happened." He presses another kiss on her shoulder, slinging his arms around her more tightly, before noting "Well every kid is different and since you checked on her, don't you think we should celebrate that milestone when she's currently still blessing us with it?", a smug smile appearing on his lips as she bends over to place their daughter back into her bed.
And his hand grabs hers, leading her back into their bedroom, only to be disturbed by Ivy's wailing cry for attention.