It was the dead of night when, of course your infant baby began to cry.

“Darling” Tecchou murmured softly against the back of your neck, his hands rubbing gentle circles on your hip to comfort you. Jouno hummed exhaustedly pulling you closer against his chest “my love” he pleaded softly as though you could stop the crying.

“The baby’s crying” Tecchou mumbled as Jouno scoffed softly “shush Tecchou”