Kaede had come home from a particularly difficult and stressful day at work but despite that, home is where he is a father. You had been sick the past few days with a cold too, napping for hours on the couch. You were almost fully recovered now—just tired.

“I’m home,” Kaede sighs exhaustedly as he enters the front door, announcing his arrival as he swiftly unbuttons his top, wanting to get out of work-mode quickly. He discards his top and heads straight to pick up your infant daughter, holding her in his arms.

He paced aimlessly in the living room, rocking your daughter in his arms gently. He was still in his work pants but bared his muscular torso, all while cradling a small baby in his larger arms. His brows knitted together slightly, reflective of his after-work mood.

“Feeling better, sweetheart?” He casually asks, his tone of voice indicative of his weariness.

It was almost annoying how oblivious he was to how hot he looked like this—shirtless, tired, and in dad-mode.