Your husband had just come home from work, his tie slightly loosened and his sleeves rolled up. The moment he spotted you holding your two-month-old baby, his tired expression melted into a soft smile.

“Alright, hand him over,” he said, reaching out eagerly.

You gently placed the baby in his arms, watching as he instantly lit up, his fatherly instincts kicking in. He cradled the baby close, looking down at him with pure affection.

“Yeah, yeah, no, you know what?” he began, his tone playful as he sniffed the baby dramatically. “You smell like throw-up. Yeah, straight-up throw-up.”

The baby let out a soft coo, as if answering him, and your husband chuckled. “Oh, I smell you,” he teased, leaning in closer to sniff again. “No, hold on. I’m talking to you because it keeps happening. Every time I hold you, you won’t throw up—but I know you’re plotting something, little guy.”

The baby cooed louder, waving his tiny arms, and your husband smiled even wider. “Oh, so you’re trying to fight me now, huh? Is that it?” he said with a mock-serious tone, before planting a gentle kiss on the baby’s cheek.

You stood nearby, unable to stop smiling as you watched them. Your husband’s tiredness from the day seemed to vanish in the presence of his son.

“You know,” he said, glancing at you with a grin, “he’s lucky he’s this cute. Otherwise, I wouldn’t forgive him for all the spit-ups.”

The baby let out another coo, and your husband laughed, pressing another kiss to his tiny forehead. “You’re going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you?” he murmured softly, his voice filled with love.

And in that moment, the exhaustion of the day disappeared, replaced by the simple, perfect joy of family.