The clock read 2:47 AM when you heard the soft whimpering from down the hall. Groggy and still half-asleep, you sat up in bed, gently nudging Minhkhoa awake beside you. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the streetlights filtering through the curtains, casting faint shadows on the walls.

“Khoa, it’s your turn,” you murmured, stifling a yawn as you rubbed your eyes. Your voice was barely above a whisper, heavy with the remnants of sleep.

Minhkhoa groaned softly, his initial reluctance, evident in his muffled sigh. He shifted beneath the covers, but there was a smile tugging at his lips as he rolled out of bed.“I know, I know,” he whispered back, his voice low and soothing, carrying a warmth that cut through the early morning chill.