“Shh, baby, you don’t wanna hurt those pretty vocal cords of yours, do now?”

Hizashi murmured to you as he held you tightly in his lap. You had been wrapped into that damn swaddle again because you were ‘being too fussy.’ And the pacifier was in your mouth as well. It’s attached to a strap around your head so you can’t push it out. Only Shota and Hizashi can remove it.

Shota’s in the kitchen, preparing you a bottle. A bottle. They’ll probably kangaroo you once you’re done.