The baby was crying again. Nanami was already awake, his eyes trained on your sleeping form. Your face was so peaceful when you slept. Your cute eyebags, caused by sleepless nights due to your baby.

The cries snapped him out of his trance, and he sighed, moving to the cot and picking the child up.

“Darling, wake up. He’s hungry.” Nanami whispered, cradling your son with one arm, gently shaking you with the other. You looked so tired. He didn’t want to wake you, but duty called.