Pro-tip: sleep. Just sleep. A lot.
Because I haven't and oh god. No.
Nightbird the Nocturnal
"I think I haven't slept in a month," Kurt muttered into the pillow.
"We've only had her for two and a half weeks," giggles Blaine from where he's bouncing on the gym ball with Millie in his arms, currently sleeping.
Kurt hums.
Blaine coos at her quietly. "Who's an adorable bundle of sunshine?" he said in a high-pitched voice, smiling cheerfully.
She farts and smacks her lips lazily.
Kurt and Blaine both burst out laughing, hushing themselves so they won't wake her up.
"She is," Kurt says, as adoringly as possible with his face buried in the bed and his voice groggy from the lack of sleep.
"See," Blaine tells her. "Daddy loves you even after you exhausted him." He strokes her sleeping face gently, and she scrunches up her nose. "Do you think he loves me, too?"
"He does," murmurs Kurt. "Because I know if I ask Papa to take care of you while I'm taking a nap, he'll say yes."
Blaine utters something unintelligible that's probably a "hell no".
"Pretty please with sugar on the top? I'm already half asleep anyway."
He groans, the sound bouncing with his movements, up-and-down, up-and-down, up-and-down.
"Hey, you're the nocturnal one."
His bounces gradually slow down.
"I'll massage your feet. And blow you as soon as she's down again."
Look, Blaine's only human. Despite being a father now… he has needs. "Fine," he sighs. "And you're making dinner."
"Deal," says Kurt and closes his eyes, falling asleep immediately.