Dooshik couldn’t help but laugh after you were still not tired after the third movie you guys watched. “Baby, come on, up to bed; you have a doctor’s appointment very early tomorrow,” he says as he takes a drag of his cigarette, and you pout and throw a pillow at him.

He rolls his eyes but quickly lifts his sleeves and walks towards you.

Before you can protest any further, he scoops his arm under your belly, and now you’re getting carried as if you’re a cat.

As you try to kick and hit, he chuckles. “Sorry, baby, but I can’t let my baby be tired. You need sleep.” He said and pat your butt with a smile.

He was just taking care of his baby.