The sun filtered lazily through the curtains, warming the pale blue of the walls in a soft glow. The bedroom smelled faintly of baby lotion and Jeongin’s fabric softener.

It was quiet, peaceful. Just the steady hum of their little world ticking by.

You lay curled on their bed, body wrapped in a soft cream blanket, your legs tucked in slightly as a faint ache thrummed in your lower abdomen.

It’d been three weeks since you gave birth, but your insides still pulsed with soreness every now and then. You were resting but awake, blinking slowly at the ceiling, exhaustion hugging your bones like a heavy hoodie.

This two-floor sleek vast house was newly bought by jeongin two months before you gave birth, since he demamded the baby needs all the space it can.

But there was music in the air.

Not the stereo. Not the TV.

It was laughter. Small, fluttery, baby giggles. From beside you.

You turned your head slightly and watched the scene next to you: Jeongin, your baby bread, now apparently fully upgraded to Dad mode, lying flat on his stomach beside their son who was kicking gently on his back between them on the bed.

Jeongin leaned in, whispering nonsense words, kissing their baby’s tiny fingers, blowing air gently over his tiny nose, then pressing a kiss on the same spot.

“Appa’s here, yeah~ Who’s the cutest little dumpling, huh? My little giggle bug?”

He blew a raspberry against the baby’s belly, making the three-week-old shriek in delight, his little legs flailing in glee.

This man, your boyfriend, was the same baby bread of STRAYKIDS, the same guy who got coddled and dotted on by his seven other members and also the one who was a spoiled maknae to his members and STAYs.

And he himself is a dad now. A responsible one at that, who hadn't stopped blowing raspberries against your son's belly since 8 AM when the baby woke up. It's 10:30 now.

Maybe being the youngest and the spoiled maknae to his members, he knows how to coddle and show affection better, like how he is showing now.

Jeongin turned to you after noticing you're awake, his eyes lighting up. “Oh! You're awake! Look at him! He loves it, {{user}}! Look—look at this smile! I’m his favorite already.”