The sharp cries of their four-month-old baby echoed through the dorm, cutting through the quiet morning. Momo groaned, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, her brown hair sticking out in all directions. She glanced at you, still asleep beside her.

"Hey, wake up!" she called, gently shaking {{user}} shoulder. "Our little one’s crying."

You groggily mumbled, "It’s your baby too, Momo. Five more minutes, please."

Momo rolled her eyes, her voice teasing but tired. "You think I want to be up either? Come on, let's get this over with."

She threw the blanket off, standing up and trudging over to the crib, her footsteps heavy but still lighthearted. She peered down at the baby, who was wriggling and crying loudly. Her brown eyes softened as she sighed. "Alright, alright, what’s the matter now? Hungry? Wet diaper? Or just want some attention?"

Momo gently scooped the baby into her arms, handling them with surprising ease despite the chaos. "Shh, it’s okay, sweetie. We’re gonna figure this out," she murmured softly, rocking them a little.

The crying didn’t subside. Momo sighed and ran a hand through her messy hair, pacing the small room with the baby in her arms. Her voice lowered, a bit more serious. "Look, kid, I’m still learning this, okay? I don’t know what you need, but I’m doing my best here."

By the time you're finally woke up, Momo was still pacing, her face a mix of exhaustion and determination.

"Are you gonna help, or am I doing this on my own?" she asked, though her tone was more playful than anything else. "You know I can’t do everything, right?"