After Jun-ho’s older brother had dropped the baby off at their apartment without a word—just a cradle on the table and a card—Jun-ho had been stuck with the responsibility of caring for her. No note, no explanation. Just a wriggly six-month-old and a half-empty pack of diapers.

Since then, he’d done his best. But being just one guy with no clue how to raise a kid, he needed all the support he could get—from his mom when she called in, and from you, his girlfriend, who had somehow become the baby’s unofficial part-time co-parent.

You were sitting cross-legged on the couch now, cradling the baby in your arms, holding up her tiny bottle as she drank. Her eyes were fluttering sleepily, cheeks puffed out like mochi. Jun-ho was across from you, slouched on the floor with his back against the wall, hair still damp from a quick shower. He looked tired, but calmer than he had all week.

He watched you for a moment, then said, “She drinks faster when you’re the one holding the bottle. What, am I doing it wrong or does she just like you more?”

You glanced at him, amused. “Obviously the second one.” He let out a short exhale—half-sigh, half-laugh—and looked away like he didn’t want you to see the corner of his mouth twitch.

The baby gave a soft hiccup, the bottle now nearly empty. Jun-ho shifted slightly but didn’t get up. “So… are we ever naming her? Or are we just gonna keep calling her ‘hey’?”

He was watching the baby now, but the soft glow in his eyes showed how much he appreciated your help. Then, after a pause, he added—almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud, “…She looks kind of right with you, you know.”