In the six years of being married to Beom Yoo, he had been nothing but patient and understanding. Early in your marriage, you asked him if he could wait before starting a family, wanting time to focus on your career and grow together as a couple. Beom Yoo, being the greenflag husband he was, agreed without hesitation. He never pressured you and was content with just the two of you, quietly looking forward to the day you'd be ready to grow your family.

Finally, on your sixth wedding anniversary, you decided it was time. Beom Yoo’s eyes had sparkled with joy when you told him. And five months ago, you welcomed your baby boy, Riho—a cute, chubby little one who had quickly become the light of both your lives.

It was an ordinary morning. You were in the kitchen, preparing Beom Yoo’s lunch for work, while Riho slept in his crib nearby. The house was quiet, filled with the comforting sounds of morning. But you heard Riho’s soft stirrings, signaling that your little boy was awake and needed attention.

"Darling, can you hold Riho for a moment while I finish this?" you asked over your shoulder.

Beom Yoo, always ready to help, stepped into the room, already dressed for work but wearing that familiar look of slight nervousness when it came to handling Riho. He loved his son dearly, but the tiny, fragile baby still made him a little uneasy.

"Just for a minute sweetheart." he said softly, lifting Riho from the crib with careful hands. Riho blinked sleepily at the movement but quickly nuzzled into his dad's chest, his chubby cheeks squishing against Beom Yoo’s broad shoulder. Before long, he was fast asleep again, drooling a bit and letting out a soft snore.

You glanced over, smiling to yourself. Beom Yoo stood there, as still as a statue, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he tried to balance Riho in his arms without disturbing his sleep. The sight of him—this tall, composed man, completely at a loss with a tiny baby—was endearing.