Yes, I know this was supposed to be a one-shot, but I had this idea and I couldn't help myself. So, now it's a two-shot. Who knows, maybe it'll become a three-shot if someone wants it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Meet the Robinsons or The Incredibles.

All Hours of the Night (Part 2)

WAHHHHH!

"Wilbur, your turn," Violet mumbled to her husband. Only two months had past, and already the couple had lost several hours of sleep due to their precious bundle of joy. Albeit they both did love their daughter with every fiber of their beings, the late night wake up calls took a toll on their own well beings.

"You go." He whined to her, wrapping the covers around him closer. Both love spending time with their little girl, but it was an absolute pain to get up in the middle of the night.

"I went last time," Violet groaned. "Go." She tried to push him out, but didn't have much energy to push him out.

"Neeeh." His complaining tone was getting on her nerves. Then he twisted over, pulling the pillow to cover his ears. Molly's cries seemed too had amplified as the few seconds of the couple's interaction. Now it was unbearable!

"Wilbur!" Violet sat up and shook his shoulder violently. "Get up!"

"If you're already up, can't you do it?" He mumbled before dozing off again. He felt the weight of the bed shift as she got off. Finally, he could sleep! He grinned to himself, basking in his small victory. Soon, Wilbur was off drifting to dreamland. But, why could he still hear the muffled sounds of his daughter's crying?

"GET UP!"

"Why do I have to do everything?" After being hit a few times with a pillow and after all of his wife's yelling, Wilbur somehow found his way into Molly's nursery. Grumbling, he shuffled up to the bassinet, the cries just growing louder. Looking down, he saw the red-face child that had been the interruption of his sleep. Her big, blue eyes stared at him, with tears leaving a trail on her face.

"Now," He said, picking her up with a gentle touch. "What could you be doing out of all hours of the night?" He cradled her in his arms and shook her soothingly back and forth. While her cries dulled to a degree, she still whimpered in his arms.

"Are you hungry?" Wilbur cooed to her as he shook her. Acting as if she understood, Molly's head moved in a slight up and down pattern. He grinned at her reaction while he carried her to the kitchen. Warming up a bottle of formula, the daughter-father couple almost fell asleep (okay, Wilbur almost fell asleep). If it wasn't for the beep of the microwave, they might have stayed there the whole night. Before giving her the bottle, he tested it on his skin.

"Yup. Just right." Wilbur beamed at her. As she latched on to the bottle, Wilbur began to sing softly. Something he rarely did, mainly because his mother always tried to get him to sing with her frogs when he was a kid.

"I see trees of greens… red roses too,

I see them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world."

It was a very old song. He often recalled the soothing moments his own mother had once sung to him. A small yawn came from the sleepy child as she drifted off to dreamland. A euphoric feeling rose up in his chest. This was his child, their child! A person they made! Wilbur played with the little tufts of hair that she had. She did inherit the family cowlick from him, but it would still be awhile until his mother could spike it up with gel. Now, you don't really think that cowlicks just stood up by themselves; did you? Wilbur sat in the silence, admiring his sleeping daughter, wondering how lucky he must have been. Silently, he walked throughout the house, rocking her back and forth carefully. They passed through the hallways, him looking at all the pictures that Violet and he had put up when they first moved in.

There were pictures of their wedding day. Those were placed in shiny, silver frames, with small hearts on the corners. Smiling, Wilbur continued down the hall. These frames were filled with pictures of when they were teenagers. He glanced at the photos filled with them smiling at the camera. Could it have only been six years ago? Memories... He would have broken into one of his mother's favorite song from her favorite musical, Once on this Island, if Molly wasn't sleeping and if he actually enjoyed singing.

When they returned back to the nursery, Wilbur was absolutely exhausted. Fatigue was finally settling in and all he wanted to do was to go back to bed. Cautiously, he placed her back into her bassinet. He stood over Molly, watching her breathe in and out. It was comforting. Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him.

"Hey," A voice behind him whispered.

"What are you doing up?" He whispered back. Only an hour ago she was yelling at him to get up and how exhausted she was.

"It felt too empty." Violet replied back. Moments passed and the couple stood in the relaxing silence. Breaking the silence, Violet began to talk.

"She's ours. All ours." Her voice came out, barely above a whisper, filled with wonderment. A smile spread across his face.

"Yeah," Wilbur sighed. Turning around, he tucked her underneath his arm. "I'm exhausted," He yawned, covering his mouth with his free hand. "Let's go back to sleep." They both leaned on each other as they quietly walked out of the nursery. The door gave a slight click as it was closed shut.

So, what you think?