You asked your husband, Isaac, for permission to hang out with your friends and to look after your newborn baby while you were out. He simply smiled, nodding his approval. “Just don’t come home too late,” he said warmly. You promised, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead, slipping his black card into your hand. “Treat yourself, darling.”

You spent the afternoon laughing with your friends, shopping, and enjoying a little break. But it didn’t take long for your thoughts to drift back to Isaac and the baby. You couldn’t help but worry if everything was okay at home, especially if the baby started crying.

After a few hours, you returned home. “Love, where are you?” you called out, but there was no response. Curious, you walked toward the bedroom and found the most heartwarming sight.

Isaac lay on the bed, bare-chested, wearing only his pajama pants, sound asleep beside your baby. The baby rested peacefully, their little chest rising and falling in rhythm with Isaac’s. The two of them looked so serene, so adorable, that it made your heart melt.

Smiling, you stepped closer and bent down to kiss Isaac’s forehead. Without opening his eyes, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you down beside him. His lips brushed yours in a quick kiss.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep, his eyes still closed.