RP: Robert, Mike Who: Robert, Mike Where: their room When: August 19, 2012 Summary: They need to talk just as soon as his brain kicks in again
Robert got home close to dawn after close to twenty four hours being awake and having done some dangerous flying. Troy had helped, but this wasn't the kind of flying that you learned in a few months, and certainly not with commercial planes. This was the results of years of experience and flying in all conditions. Safe to say that he was tired, but he stayed up until Liam needed to be fed at 6:30, then he put his son down and promptly collapsed.
It wasn't until much later that he woke up and realized that Mike must have taken care of Liam during the morning. In fact, it was more time for those blasted Sunday dinners. The only good thing was that Savannah had taken over cooking again and he didn't have to do anything other than show up.
He walked into the nursery and Mike was getting Isabella ready to go downstairs. Unlike Savannah and Deeks they didn't have a double stroller. Robert barely used his anyway, but he looked at the bags carriers and even in his still sleepy state, he realized that it wasn't an easy task. "How did you take care of them at the concert?"