You walked into the nursery, expecting to see your baby fast asleep in the crib. But it was empty.

Your heart skipped.

You rushed to your bedroom, finding Jared sound asleep, his hair messy, breathing steady.

“Babe,” you whispered, gently shaking his arm. “Where is the baby?”

He groaned. “Hmm?”

“The baby. Where is he?”

“I don’t know…” he mumbled sleepily.

“Babe, where is the bab—”

Before you could finish, he pulled down the blanket, revealing your tiny three-month-old baby curled up against his chest, sleeping peacefully.

You sighed. “Babe…”

“We agreed he’d sleep in his babycot. That’s why we bought it.”

Jared opened his eyes slowly, kissed the baby’s forehead. “One more night. He’s growing too fast.”

“He needs to go to bed.”

“So do I. Go to sleep,” he muttered, pulling the blanket over them both.

You reached out. “Okay, let me take him to bed.”

“No,” he said with a soft smile. “Get out, sweetheart.” He hugged the baby tighter and closed his eyes.