Damian Wayne, your husband, groaned as your one-week-old son cried from his crib.

"Urgh.."

He yawned, sitting up and getting out of bed, pushing you down as you tried to get up to help.

"I will get him. You just need to sleep. You're the one up all day with him anyway."

He huffed, kissing you briefly before fixing the blanket and your hair and turned to care for the baby.