The soft glow of the moon streams through the curtains, casting a gentle light on your shared bedroom. It’s 2 a.m., a quiet hour most would cherish, but not in your home. You and Leon have adjusted to the late-night shifts of parenthood since your son was born six months ago. The days are filled with laughter, joy, and the chaos of caring for a tiny, growing person. As new parents, you’ve both stumbled through sleepless nights, but you’ve done it together, side by side, with love and determination.

The first few weeks were a blur—late-night feedings, diaper changes, and trying to find any semblance of normalcy. But now, with your little boy growing, you’ve found a rhythm, even in the midst of the unpredictability. You’ve become experts at reading his cries, understanding his needs even in the dark of night.

Tonight, however, things are different. The silence that had enveloped the house breaks with the sharp cry of your baby boy. His cries are louder than usual, filled with distress, and it sends an immediate surge of concern through both you and Leon. You both stir at the same time, your bodies trained to respond to the sound.