A flash forward from the What Would Say They verse.

Robin's cold derail's OQ's date night. Established OQ.

It was a pack of first-graders that had brought him to his knees. A pack of enthusiastic, disease-ridden first-graders.

Stuck in bed with aching muscles and a stuffed nose Robin felt his face grow hot as another coughing fit overtook him. He silently cursed the day Roland had come home begging him to chaperone this year's field trip to the zoo. Of course when he'd gotten there no less than four of the children were already covering their mouths to stifle their coughs and sneezes, not wanting to miss out on the chance to see wild animals up close. They'd passed their colds onto him without a second thought.

He groaned as he shifted underneath his bed sheets. He'd been in bed all day surrounded by used tissues, trying to sleep off the cold as best as he could. His only source of solace had been the fact that Roland was spending the weekend with his grandparents and therefore couldn't catch his cold.

"Robin?"

He heard the deep click-clack of her heels against the hardwood floors of his hallway before she appeared his doorway. She looked like something out of a dream. Her dark hair, curled to absolute perfection, past her shoulders contrasting with the wine red dress that hugged every one of her curves. Her lips, though pulled into a grimace, were perfectly enticing due to the bright red lipstick that stood out against her olive-toned skin. In his current state he couldn't be sure he wasn't hallucinating her.

"Regina?"

She strode over to the edge of his bed and arched an eyebrow at him. "You forget we have dinner plans?"

"I didn't forget," he mumbled raspily as he sat up in bed. "I've still got at least four hours to get ready. It's not my fault you're so determined to be early."

She sent him a pitiful smile before placing the back of her hand against his forehead. "Robin… it's already seven o'clock."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "It is not seven o'clock."

She smugly nodded her head toward the alarm clock on his nightstand. Robin groaned once he caught sight of it. "Oh god it's seven o'clock."

She hummed in agreement as she nodded her head. "And you slept the day away because you're sick."

"I'm fine."

"You're not," she insisted. "Robin you have a fever, you're surrounded by used tissues and I'm willing to bet that sometime in the next five minutes you're going to have another coughing fit. Clearly we're not going out tonight."

He grimaced as he ran his eyes over her once more. Positively stunning with nowhere to go. "I'm sorry, love."

"Don't apologize," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "You know I've always preferred a night in to a night out."

He raised his eyebrows at her questioningly. "A night in?"

"Well you're certainly not going to take care of yourself now, are you?" she said, slipping off her heels.

"What about Henry?"

"Currently enjoying a sleepover with his favorite aunts," she said, throwing a grin over her shoulder as she sauntered into his walk-in closet. Clearly she'd expected their night to run over into the early morning. She exited with one of his old band tee's in hand. "If you can find the strength to stay awake for another half-hour, I'll have some chicken noodle soup ready for you. And when I come to bring it in, I expect you'll have a Netflix video cued up for me."

He watched her head out with a grin on his face. Whatever he did to deserve that woman he'd never know.

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Exactly half an hour later Robin was still settled in bed. This time a with bowl of chicken soup, his laptop playing His Girl Friday at the foot of his bed while his beautiful girlfriend laid her head against his shoulder. She'd stripped out of her red dress and heels and replaced them with his old Kinks band tee and holey pajama pants stating "One benefit to staying in is staying comfortable." All that remained of her previous attire was the red lipstick that still caught his eyes as she ate popcorn from the bowl settled in her own lap. Positively stunning.

She turned to press her hand against his forehead once more. "How are you feeling?"

"Better for having you here," he said gratefully. "Still can't believe you stuck around to take care of me."

"It's not like you were doing so well on your own," she said with a smile. "Besides, we had dinner plans."

He scoffed at her. "Oh yes, an evening of cough syrup, chicken soup and fever sweats, all under while under an almost certain risk of infection. Clearly a night to remember."

"An evening spent taking care of someone I love," she corrected. "Why would I ever want to forget that?"

He pressed a kiss to her forehead hoping to settle spare her from his cold. She, however, didn't share his reservations as placed her hands on his cheeks brought his lips down to hers. Despite the pain in his throat he chuckled when she finally released him. "Careful now. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

"Worth it," she replied with a smirk.

And she would continue to think that until she felt a tickle in the back of her of her throat three days later.

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