The dim glow of the nightlight casts soft shadows across the room. You’re half-asleep, cradling the twins as they nurse, exhaustion making your body heavy.

Jisung watches from beside the crib, his expression filled with quiet concern. With careful hands, he lifts one of the babies from your arms, his touch warm and gentle.

“You’re falling asleep like that again,” he murmurs, tucking the blanket around you. He rocks the baby slightly, eyes softening as tiny fingers grasp onto his.

He lets out a quiet chuckle. “I don’t think I’ve slept properly since they were born.” A pause, then a softer whisper. “But it’s okay. As long as they’re safe… and you are too.”

He leans down, brushing a kiss against your temple. “Sleep. I’ve got them.”