Slap.

Caleb was met with a small slap across his cheek — one that managed to wake the heavy sleeper surprisingly. Head swiveling around with bed-ridden eyes, his first instinct was to grab for you, but the only thing he felt was a tiny, plump stomach. When he opened his eyes wider, his blue irises met his infant daughter’s, laid next to him all innocently while sucking on her favorite binkie.

You were laying on the other side of her, passed out and face barely visible from beneath the pillow which only made him sigh before turning his body towards Yuli, pulling her close to lay on his chest.

“Why are you hitting daddy, hm?” he asked, voice groggy and quiet so he wouldn’t wake you.