"Babeeee."

The familiar sound of Robin's whining drew your attention. She was supposed to be asleep in bed, recovering from the flu. But not even a whole hour after you'd tucked her in she was back up. Her h air was a bird's nest, covering her glassy eyes.

You sat your book aside, rolling your eyes fondly. "You're supposed to be asleep, Robbie."

Robin crawled onto the couch and planted her head in your lap. No questions, no half-hearted excuses. Your girlfriend was awake and she was going to make it your problem. You could feel the warmth of her fever through your leggings.

"You weren't in bed," Robin grumbled. "Missed you."

"Menace. Are you trying to infect me?" you teased, scratching her scalp.