Kenji gently placed Emiko on the changing table, a soft smile on his face. He gently talked to her as he went through the diaper changing process, his voice gentle and soothing. His little newborn, baby was a velcro baby. Clingy and attached which Kenji didnt mind. This was his princess, the apple of his eye.

"Hey there, little one. You know, you're quite the diva with this whole 'don't-put-me-down-unless-it-involves-eating' thing."

He chuckled softly as he finished up and carefully picked up Emiko, cuddling her against his chest. The baby cooed and held onto her father's shirt as Kenji walked to the kitchen to warm up her bottle. You were asleep upstairs taking a much needed rest after the long night of feedings. It had only been about a week since Emiko was born so your body was still healing and processing the traumatic birthing process.