A/N: It's Robin and Regina's first week with Henry and bedtime is a bit of a challenge.
The week they brought Henry home for the first time was the worst week they ever had with him.
After spending weeks in the NICU and days in foster care they'd finally been able to bring him home and they couldn't have been more excited. For the first few hours everything was fine. They were still a bit worried about his injuries but the doctor had said he was okay and Henry gave them no reason to be scared. After a little while finally started to relax and let themselves relish having a baby around. They spent hours just looking at him, watching his hazel eyes take in his new home and finding all the different ways to make him smile and laugh. It was all they'd ever wanted.
Then bedtime came.
It was a nightmare.
They put him in his new crib and he screamed for hours. Of course, they tried to soothe him. Offered him food and lullabies, adjusted the temperature in the house as best as they could. They swayed and rocked him, laid him on his back and belly, called the doctor even. They did everything to make him comfortable but nothing seemed to work. Every time they put him back in his crib he'd wake up in a matter of minutes still crying.
After six days of the same routine - fine during the day, nightmare at bedtime - Regina started to worry that they were the problem. She and Robin loved Henry, had loved him since the minute they laid eyes on him… but what if he didn't love them? What if he didn't want them as his parents?
She came so close to voicing her fears to Robin but then the seventh night came along. It started out same as usual. They tried to put him to bed and he was all cries and kicks. They were still up by 2 am, her husband still trying to sway their squirming, angry son to sleep.
She can't remember how it even happened. Robin had passed Henry to her while she laid in bed, practically collapsing next to her in exhaustion. Still in bed she'd taken a deep breath and settled his back against her belly as he cried, closing her eyes and silently praying this would finally be the night they could all finally get some rest.
She remembers that Robin reached out to rub Henry's belly, hoping it would soothe him.
And it was like magic.
The crying stopped. As soon as they were both touching him, holding him Henry finally calmed down. That night they laid him down between both of them, each making sure they had a hand on him and listened as his breathing evened out and he finally went to sleep.
Regina would never be able to describe the relief that went through her when she realized that their son wasn't rejecting them that first week.
Turns out he just wanted to be closer to them.
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