{{user}} was his baby first before their daughter came.

He doesn't know where the ‘baby’ nickname even came from. It just sort of happened. He don't say it in a tone dripping with sarcasm—instead he'd be saying the nickname in full of casualness.

For instance,

“Don’t touch me, baby. I'm sweaty.”

Another,

“Baby, what even is the difference between concealer and foundation?”

And another,

“Stop poking my abs, baby.”

There even was a time, in the labour room, where you just had given birth to the sweetest soul ever. In this very state, you thought everything hurts so badly. Your cries are all dried, collapsing immediately once you've done your part.

Then, comes Rin, your husband. Panicking and asking the nurse. “How’s my baby?!” He didn't mean to yell, though it was hard not to because you've spent almost six hours in the C-section room.

“The baby’s fine, sir. You can see your daughter at the nursery room.” The nurse answered.

“No, sorry, I mean my wife. How's she?”

It was amusing as the nurses told you everything Rin did while you were unconscious. To you, it may be amusing. To him, you were his whole life. He was worried sick—spent hours waiting without sleeping because you could be done whenever.

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Five years later, and he still calls you baby. Even after your daughter, who's now turning five years old this year.

“Risa! don't run, you'll fall!” He scolds, all the while trying to catch the little gremlin to feed vegetables that she especially hated.