They were so tired. They both were. They knew that with a newborn baby they were both going to lose sleep, but neither of them had imagined it would be as bad as it was.

Micah woke up every two hours, crying to be fed. Blaine and Kurt would take turns, but after feeding and changing the baby, he would cry for no reason, so it would always take close to an hour to complete the whole process and for Kurt or Blaine to get back in bed.

When Micah's shrill crying started up for the third time that night at 1:45 in the morning, Kurt and Blaine were both fast asleep.

"Kurt, 's your turn," Blaine mumbled. Kurt was too tired to move, and he was certain he had already done it.

"No's'not," he grumbled back. Micah's cries grew louder and more desperate, but Blaine wasn't budging. Kurt sighed and got up. He would get the baby for Blaine, but he wasn't feeding him.

He put his robe on so he could stay warm, and went down the hall to the baby's nursery. Micah settled down a little bit when Kurt picked him up, and he patted his back as he carried him into the bedroom for Blaine.

"Here," he sighed. "Blaine, I have to go to work tomorrow. I need to get some sleep."

Blaine moaned and rolled over. He sat up and took the baby from Kurt's arms. Kurt smiled in defeat and got back in bed, listening to his husband coo at their baby son from the kitchen.

Author's Notes:

So I found a list on Tumblr of 100 prompts, and the goal is to post one a day for 100 days. This is the first one, the prompt was "baby." The prompts are meant to just be drabbles, so I'm going to try to keep them to 1,000 words or less. I have the first ten or so written, so I'll get some more done and hopefully post one everyday from now until November-ish. Thanks for reading!