You had given birth to a beautiful, tiny bundle of joy.

Except… this particular bundle of joy had cried nonstop from the moment you brought them home. Days blurred into nights, and both you and Dabi were running on caffeine, nerves, and sheer willpower as you tried everything to soothe your little screamer.

It was exhausting.

So when you realized, late one night, that the house had been strangely quiet for hours—too quiet—you got up to check on the baby, nerves prickling with instinct.

As you quietly pushed open the nursery door, you were met with a sight that stopped you in your tracks.

Dabi was seated in the rocking chair, shirtless, with the baby curled up on his chest, sleeping peacefully. He looked completely drained—messy hair, dark circles under his eyes—but there was a calmness on his face you hadn’t seen in days.

He looked up at you and offered a tired smirk.

“Shhh… don’t wake the little demon up,” he whispered, a soft chuckle escaping him.

It was chaos. It was love. It was your family.