Send me the baby
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Meet the Robinsons'.
This is a small drabble I wrote on a whim, about Wilbur and his wife and kids. Please, be nice! Enjoy!
Harriet Robinson had just finished pulling her youngest daughter's blankets up, when her oldest daughter, Nicole, came into the nursery holding a teddy bear. There was a raging snowstorm outside, and the rest of the family had gone to bed, seeing as it was around 2 in the morning. Her youngest child, one year old Jenna, had the colic for 3 days and 2 nights, and had just gotten over it. Her second child,2 year old Janet, had the flu and was now worn out, sleeping just across the room. Nicole was the last and oldest, six years old.
"Yes Hun?" Harriet asked, pushing a dirty blonde lock of hair behind her ear as she sank into the rocking chair.
"Momma, When's daddy coming home?" Nicole whimpered, tears threatening an appearance.
"Oh honey… Mommy doesn't know…but it'll be soon, don't worry." Harriet picked the little girl, gathering her into her lap and cuddling her as she cried.
"Shush…shush darling." She cooed, but the child whimpered again.
"Hush little baby, don't you cry, mommy's going to buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring don't sparkle, mommy's going to buy you a puppy. And if that puppy just won't play, mommy's going to buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing…" She had closed her eyes as she hummed the words quietly, but the rhyme was taken over by a deeper voice from the doorway.
"…Daddy's going to buy you teddy bear. And if that teddy bear isn't fluffy, you'll still be the cutest baby around." Wilbur sang quietly, and Nicole squirmed off her mother's lap and over to her father, who was covered in snow, pointy black hair speckled with the cold white.
"Daddy!" Nicole yawne,d and Wilbur chuckled.
"Just in time for bedtime." He whispered, picking her up, where she promptly fell asleep. He crossed the room to the make-shift cot that Franny had set up for watching the colicky baby, and tucked Nicole in.
When they were safetly in the hall, Harriet practically fell into Wilbur's arms.
"Why are you up this late, darling?" He whispered into her hair and she sighed, answering into his shoulder.
"Jenna had colic, Janet had the flu…I havent' slept in like, two days…" She yawned, and he put his hand on the back of her head, hugging her tightly.
"Why didn't you call me home?" he asked, and she looked up at him.
"Wilbur Robinson, you and I both know you haven't had time with your father in months!" she said, referring to the big business meeting he went to with Cornelius. Wilbur chuckled, putting his forehead on hers.
"Then next time, mail the baby to me." She rolled her eyes.
"I'm taking that as 'I love you'." He laughed, and she shook her head, smiling.
"You know it." They retired to the bedroom, and both promptly passed out, not bothering to change into their pajamas.