It's a hard elbow to the ribs that has Robin blinking into consciousness with a groan and he barely has chance to ask what the hell is happening before he hears her hissing his name and finds himself fully alert as he jolts upright and asks, "What is it? What's wrong? Is everything-"
"Give me your hand," she interrupts and he turns to find her leaning back against the pillows, barely visible in the darkness of the room but he can just about make out her features and realises that she's smiling at him.
He frowns, drowsy and confused, but lifts a hand anyway. It takes him a moment, after she's looped her fingers around his wrist and guided his hand down onto her stomach, to realise just what is happening but when he does, his heart practically stops in his chest. "Is that-"
"She's kicking," Regina breathes a laugh and he can tell just by her tone that there are tears in her eyes, matched by the tears in his own as he curls his palm over the swell of her belly further and waits another second more before it happens again. A tiny kick against his hand that fills his chest with a warmth he never knew he could feel for anyone other than the person next to him. "Our daughter is kicking."
It's been real to them since Regina had left home and moved in with him and his parents but now it's even more so and, stupidly, the only thing he can say is, "There's a little person in there."
Regina laughs before she rests her hand over the one he has still on her stomach and replies, "That's our little girl."