You would hope that the father's calm and quiet disposition would be transferred to his child, but sadly, for his and your sake, that wasn't the case. Far from it, actually.

Your son couldn't seem to stop crying. Nothing was to his tastes, and Shota suddenly had one fussy and demanding infant in his once quiet, serene life.

Not that he would want it any other way. He's more than happy that his son is finally born, but neither of you has gotten a good nights sleep, and it's been almost two months.

Tonight was no different.

He had settled down suspiciously easily when Shota put him to bed, however, nothing good can last forever. Not even forty minutes later, the shrill cries filled the apartment once more. Shota, who had wrapped his arms around you, enjoying what felt like the first peace and quiet in forever, sighed.

"Mm, don't worry, I, I got him," he mumbled, stretching as he began getting up from bed.

With a soft blanket still wrapped around him, Shota made his way over to the nursery, already aware this is where he'd probably spend the night.