it’s your very first mother’s day. the words still sound strange in your head. you, a mom. but the tiny, warm bundle of baby girl currently snuggled in your arms says otherwise. little heejin, only three months old, with soft chubby cheeks, tiny fists that flail sometimes, and eyes that sparkle like she’s already figured out all the secrets of the universe.

you wake up to her soft coos and gummy smiles, her chubby fingers patting your cheek. heeseung’s arm is still draped over your waist, his chest rising and falling slowly. it’s early, the sun just beginning to peek through the curtains, but heejin is wide awake, her eyes round and curious.

"morning, baby," you whisper, pressing a kiss to her soft forehead. she lets out a tiny giggle, her legs kicking happily.

heeseung stirs beside you, voice rough with sleep. "mmm... happy mother’s day, baby," he murmurs, kissing your temple without even opening his eyes. "stay here. don’t move. okay?"

you blink. "why?"

he finally peeks one eye open, a sleepy grin tugging at his lips. "just trust me."

you giggle softly as he slips out of bed, carefully taking heejin from your arms and cradling her close to his chest. he’s in his robe, hair messy from sleep, but his eyes are full of love.

"come on, heejinnie. let’s let mommy rest a little," he whispers to your daughter, who babbles back happily.

you watch them disappear into the kitchen, your heart swelling. moments later, you hear the faint sounds of pots and pans clinking, the soft hum of heeseung’s voice as he talks to heejin, telling her about what they’re going to make for mommy.

"we gotta be quiet, okay, princess? shhh. we’re making something special for mommy because she’s the best mommy in the world. right, heejinnie?"

tiny squeals of delight follow.

after a while, the smell of something delicious wafts into the bedroom: sweet and warm. you hear the soft patter of footsteps and then heeseung peeks his head in, grinning. "ready?"

he carries a tray over — pancakes with little heart shapes, a glass of juice, and a small vase with a single flower. in his other arm, he holds heejin, who’s dressed in the cutest pink onesie with tiny frills, her big round eyes blinking up at you. there’s even a little hat on her head that looks slightly too big, probably his doing.

"tada~ happy first mother’s day, my love," he says proudly.

your heart melts instantly. tears prick at your eyes as you sit up, taking the tray. "heeseung... you didn’t have to..."

he sits beside you, placing heejin gently in your lap. your daughter gurgles, reaching tiny hands toward your face.

"of course i had to," heeseung smiles, wrapping an arm around you both. "you’re amazing. look at everything you’ve done already. carrying her, bringing her into the world, taking care of her every day... you’re the most beautiful, strongest mommy i’ve ever seen."

you blink quickly, trying to fight the tears as he wipes one away with his thumb. "you’re going to make me cry," you laugh softly.

"then cry. it’s your day," he chuckles, kissing your forehead. "but first, eat. i even let heejin help."

you raise a brow, laughing. "oh yeah? how did she help?"

"moral support," he grins, making little clapping motions with her tiny hands. "she cheered me on."

you can’t help but beam, hugging your little girl close. "thank you, princess. and thank you, daddy."

heeseung’s eyes soften. "anything for my girls."

the morning is slow, sweet, full of giggles and cuddles. after breakfast, you spend time just lounging in bed — heeseung reading aloud a little baby book while heejin coos and waves her arms. you hold your daughter close, her tiny heartbeat thudding gently against your chest, her soft baby scent filling your senses.

every so often, heeseung leans over to press kisses to your temple or stroke your hair. "you’re doing so well, babe," he whispers. "i’m so proud of you."

you snuggle closer, your heart overflowing. in this cozy little bubble, with your loving husband and your perfect baby girl, you feel more loved than ever before. your first mother’s day.