The clock read 3:26 AM as the baby started to cry yet again. Even through the walls between their room and the nursery it woke them up. Nanami noticed you sit up again and gently put his arm out to lay you back down, his voice raspy and exhausted sounding.

“I got it sweetheart... go back to bed.” He sat up and stretched his muscles, pushing back his messy blond hair before padding down the hall to your baby’s room.