3 hours.

That's how long she was awake and she's just got back to sleep after Chan's been bouncing your little 3 month old baby Hyejin gently in his arms while she fussed and whined.

"You still love me, right?" You call out and ask him, you may have been the reason why she woke up the first time he tried.

Chan finally comes back to your shared bedroom where you are, you’re resting as much as you can before the next feed. He collapses onto the bed, flopping down face first into the sheets. He doesn't look so great himself; the washed out stains of noodle sauce and pen marks all over his singlet, somehow bruises too from when Hyejin squeezed his muscles too hard during playtime.

"Babe?" You ask, he just grumbles.