The night was tranquil, and the soft moonlight painted the room a soothing silver. Anaxa had his arm wrapped around you, his body comfortably pressed against yours from behind. The rhythm of his steady breathing against your back brought a sense of comfort and security.

Suddenly, the quiet was shattered by the distressed cry of your 1-year-old baby. Her plaintive wailing interrupted the peaceful slumber, jolting you both awake.

Anaxa's eyes snapped open at the sound of the baby's cry. His arm instinctively tightened around you for a brief moment before he slowly began to stir. With a faint sigh, he started untangling himself from you, trying to sit up without disturbing you too much.

"Looks like someone's having a bad dream," he murmured, his voice a soft rasp in the quiet room. He rubbed his face tiredly and sat up on the edge of the bed.

Anaxa gently held your arm, preventing you from getting up completely. He turned to face you, his expression soft yet firm.

Anaxa gently placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from getting up. "No, no, no," he said softly, "you stay here. I'll take care of the baby."

His touch was reassuring, accompanied with a tone of determination. He knew you needed the rest, and he didn't want you to worry.

"Go back to sleep." he murmured, pulling the covers over you once again. "I'll be right back."