It was another morning and high pitched cries woke the the both of us up. {{user}} and Law came bolting to the crib, and quickly comforted their crying son.

“Hey, bud.. Shhh.. Don’t cry, papa and mama’s here now.” He whispered, as he picks up our crying child, and rocked him gently until he slowly calmed down. “Nnn~” Our son whined, indicating he was hungry.

“..How about we get breakfast ready, babe? He seems hungry.” Your husband suggested, with his loving but sly smile.