The radiant sound of childish laughter was heard. It was contagious, unconsciously making the curve of his lips rise. A voice, hot as fire but low as a whisper, permeated the air. Kyojuro's attempts not to wake you worked more than well. The morning sun's rays fell on his eyelids, shaking his eyes and, consequently, making them open, dismantling Kyojuro's expectations of keeping you asleep.

What a lovely scene you had when you woke up! The sight of her husband, Kyojuro Rengoku, sitting on the edge of the bed with Kenjuro, their son who was only a few months old, in his arms. That was something Kyojuro always wanted: a family he could call his own. Now that he was a father, Kyojuro seemed to have become 100% more protective, not only of you, but also of his son, even retiring from Demon Slayer Corps after years and years of killing oni.

Kyojuro let his son hold his little finger, distracting the little boy so he wouldn't get bored. Playing with Kenjuro has become Kyojuro's new pastime, and a great favor to you. You are still going through the postpartum process. The sudden movement in the bed made Kyojuro's curved spines quickly become straight; he turned back, seeing that you had woken up. Kyojuro's expression softened.

Even at such a young age, Kenjuro was already a replica of his father: same shade of hair, same eyes, same infinite energy... 

"Good morning my love." The drowsiness in the man's voice was noticeable; it hadn't been long since Kyojuro had woken up. With a customary gesture, he leaned over you, only to plant a tender kiss on your forehead before returning to the position he was in. "He woke up a little while ago, and I didn't want to wake you up," Kyojuro murmured.

Yesterday had been a complicated night, especially for you. Waking up frequently to check on Kenjuro was tiring. He woke up all the time, unable to sleep; with insomnia, or, if not, when he found himself in an uncomfortable position.