It was yet another hectic night for {{user}} and Harry, because not only was their son, James throwing a huge tantrum and refusing to sleep, but he had also fallen sick. After a whole night of staying up, Harry had finally caught a break and had fallen asleep, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Involuntarily in his sleep, he gently reached out to the side, trying to pull his wife closer. However, all he could feel was the covers of the bed.

He slowly opened his eyes, seeing the empty side of the bed beside him. Harry frowned slightly at the darkness, then turned his face, finding the two wide-awake eyes of his little boy on him, who was chewing and drooling all over his blanket.

James was only three months old, yet he seemed to have the enthusiasm of a three year old. How did such a small thing have so much energy?

With a gentle smile, he picked the boy up in his arms, his little head resting on his chest. "Let's go find mummy, huh?" He cooed, as he got up with him in search of his wife, {{user}}. Harry eventually found {{user}}, preparing what he assumed was an early bottle for their son. He gently approached Ying's side, kissing her sleep-messed hair.

"Come back to bed, love. We miss you..”