(A/N)- Whew! Just finished crossposting the previous years right on time for this year.

I'll just let you get to it.

Disclaimer: Right, as if.

RobStar Week 2018, Day 7 - Heartbeat

Starfire swallowed down the bile that was threatening to rise up her throat, a prickling anxiety creeping over her skin. Adjusting herself on the medical gurney, she maneuvered her slightly rotund belly into a good position.

"Okay…" said Cyborg, standing to the side and pressing buttons on his arm display. "Give me just a moment to bring my sensors up."

She exhaled shakily, chills moving across her shoulders. To her left, Robin watched in worry, his hand creeping up towards where hers was gripping the bar.

A few moments passed, with Cyborg acutely aware of the tension in the room.

He offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

"I'm sure she's fine," he told Starfire. "Her mama's a lot tougher than most women." He worked quickly, bringing the program up. "Gonna take a lot more than a little hit to the stomach to hurt either of you."

Starfire's own smile was strained, pinched beneath tight brows. "I am sure you are right," she said. "I just wish to be… certain," she said, eyes darting towards Robin.

He clasped her hand tightly, a silent reassurance, though his pulse was dancing a nervous rhythm.

He wasn't going to scold her for disobeying orders and charging into battle. Not now. He'd known he couldn't force Starfire into inaction and bedrest forever, and he wouldn't have wanted to. He just wished she hadn't picked this fight to burst in on, wished she'd been more careful around Cinderblock's flailing fists, wished Raven had been there, to take a quick empathic peek and put their minds at ease right away.

Cyborg pressed one final button and then straightened, leaning in and holding his arm out over Starfire's pregnant belly.

They waited a horrible, silent moment.

Then—

Bdmpbdmpbdmpbdmpbdmpbdmp…

The tension flooded out of the room with their simultaneous sighs. Robin's tightened muscles relaxed, and Starfire all but slumped limply into the back of the gurney.

"One eighty over sixty. Nice and strong." Cyborg grinned broadly, lowering his arm and patting Starfire on the shoulder. "See, what'd I tell ya? She's just fine."

"God…" Robin breathed, lowering his head, resting his forehead wearily on the bar, cradling Starfire's hand. "Don't scare me like that Starfire. If you got hurt I just…"

"I am sorry," she whispered in apology, reaching her other hand out to stroke his hair. "I was unused to the extra weight and it slowed me down. It will not happen again," she promised.

He raised his head, kissing the back of her palm as he did so, expression happier. "I'm not mad," he said. "I'm just… I'm glad you're both okay."

They exchanged relieved smiles, the anxiety in their hearts beginning to calm. Starfire looked down, rubbing a hand over her stomach. Their daughter fluttered, shifting position, the first movement she'd felt since the incident.

And all her fears melted away.

(A/N)- 2019 to be starting tomorrow!