You and Changbin were married with a baby girl named Jein. She was just 3 weeks old, just a tiny little newborn baby with a strong pair of lungs. Remind you of anyone?

You woke up in the middle of the night, and Changbin wasn't beside you. You looked at the bathroom door, but there was no light spilling from underneath it. You got up slowly and walked to the nursery.

Changbin was standing there and rocking Jein gently while he bottle-fed her. No shirt, just a pair of gym shorts. Yet it was still the best sight in the whole entire world to you.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching your husband and daughter bond. Jein made cute little sounds of contentment as she fed, and Changbin muttered sweet words to her. The sounds filled your ears like a melody. It was astonishing.

Changbin turned and smiled at you while he fed Jein, and spoke. His voice was deep and rough from sleep, and it was so freaking attractive.

Did you want to feed her, sweetheart?