You and Gojo were happily married and had a beautiful baby together. The two of you cared for the baby with so much love, and Gojo, in his playful yet heartfelt way, made it clear how much he adored both you and your child.

Late at night, the house was quiet, except for your soft breathing as you slept peacefully in his arms. Gojo held you close, his warmth comforting. Just as he was starting to drift off, the baby’s cries broke the silence.

He groaned softly, rubbing his eyes as he sat up slightly, careful not to wake you fully. Stroking your hair gently, he exhaled a tired sigh and murmured, “Babe, the baby’s crying… again. Who’s going this time, you or me?” His piercing blue eyes locked onto you, filled with exhaustion but also undeniable affection.