I saw this prompt on Tumblr and decided to add to the Kiss you into Oblivion universe.
Prompt: Imagine Person A of your OTP falling asleep at their desk and Person B picking them up and tucking them into bed.
It was past 10 pm, and all of the kids were tucked into bed with the exception of one sick baby girl. Hope, now 18 months old, was running her first fever, 101.2 degrees. Robin was giving her a lukewarm bath to help bring down her temperature. Regina changed her sheets and prepared a bottle of cool water for her to drink after the bath.
As Robin lifted his baby girl from the bath and wrapped her in a green, frog themed, hooded towel, a hand-me-down from one of the boys, he sang, "Sweet Pea, apple of my eye, don't know when and I don't know why, your the only reason I keep on coming home."
He sang has he patted her dry, lied her down on his bed to put lotion and her pull-up on. Regina had left a light cotton onesie for her to sleep in and Robin dressed in that too as he continued to sing.
Singing to his children when they were sick was a ritual of his. He had sung to all of the babies when they were sick and seemed to soothe the crying.
He heard a yawn and turned to his very tired wife join them in their bedroom, "Perfect timing," he said as he was combing out Hope's damp, dark, brown hair.
Regina placed her hand on her daughter's forehead, "It's gone down," she said as she walked into the bathroom and returned with the thermometer. It was a high tech one that goes inside the ear when taking a temperature, "99.7"
"Good," Robin said as he stepped aside so his wife could french braid their daughter's hair. She liked their girls to have their hair out of their faces and off their necks if they were sick.
Robin swore he saw Regina yawn 3 times in the 2 minutes it took her to braid Hope's hair, "Darling, you should really get some sleep." He said when she was finished and had picked Hope up to hand to him. Robin took the baby from her and the little girl's head immediately fell on his shoulder, she was as tired as her mother.
Regina caressed her daughter's cheek, then her husband's, "Not a chance. I have a sick baby, and three interviews for nurses tomorrow. I have to finish looking over the resumes."
"I said I was going to do that with you," Robin reminded her.
"I know, but you were taking care of our daughter. I don't want us both up until 2." Regina said leaving their bedroom and walking to Hope's nursery with Robin right behind her. When she entered the room, she reached for the bottle she had made and handed it to Robin.
Robin sat in the rocking chair and rocked his daughter as she drank her water to cool down even more before bed.
Regina bent down and kissed her daughter on the forehead, "Goodnight, sweetheart," she said to an exhausted Hope. "Come look over the resumes with me after she is down for the night."
Robin nodded and turned his attention to his daughter, she was opening and closing her heavy eye lids, and Robin started to sing again.
It only took 10 minutes and Hope was out like a light. Robin carefully stood up, and gently placed the baby in her crib, only covering her with a thin sheet. He turned on the baby monitor, but knew either he or Regina would be back to check on her in about an hour or so.
Robin turned on her Minnie Mouse themed nightlight. He turned off her overhead light and closed the door so it was only open a crack.
Robin yawned himself. It was now close to 10:45 and he wanted to review those damn resumes and go straight to bed.
He walked through their living room and into their shared home office where he found someone else out like a light.
He chuckled lightly when he saw Regina sound asleep at her desk. Her reading glasses were lop sided on her face, and a resume was still her in hand.
"It's time for bed, darling." He whispered and he removed the resume from her hand, setting it neatly on the stack with the others. He then reached for her glasses and placed them in the appropriate spot on her desk. Then he reached for her, scooping her up in his arms and caring her to bed.
Regina stirred slightly, "Ar-r..Are you read...ee?" She slurred, not even realizing she was being carried to their bed.
"Yes," Robin whispered, "ready for bed."
"But Hope..." She whined slightly, eyes shut.
"She's asleep and comfortable, dear," Robin assured her.
"Inter...interview..." she mumbled, and nuzzled close to his shoulder. He was near their room now.
"The first one isn't until after lunch, we'll have time to look over them tomorrow." Robin insisted as he entered their bedroom and placed her on the bed. He gently turned down the bed around her. He lifted the covers up and tucked her in. Luckily, she was already in her gray, silk pajamas. Not that he hadn't undressed her while she was asleep before, he just didn't want to chance her getting a second wind. She needed to sleep, so did he.
Robin changed into his pajamas and decided to check on Hope once more before he went to bed. She was content and asleep. With any luck, her fever will have broken by the next morning. He will know if she is uncomfortable or not during the night because he has the baby monitor on his night stand.
Robin came back into his bedroom satisfied to see Regina curled up under her their covers and resting peacefully. His mumbled to himself, "Five Locksleys down, one to go."
He switched off the lights and climbed into bed, then scooted close to Regina so he could spoon her. He yawned once more and shut his eyes, joining his family in sweet slumber.