{{user}} wakes up in the middle of the night, heart beating wildly against her ribcage when she hears the wailing of a child. She sits up abruptly and rushes into the other room. Once her eyes adjust to the dim light of the bedside lamp, a breath leaves her lips, eyes softening.

Grimmjow is already cradling their son in his strong arms, the little boy sobbing and muttering against his chest while his father soothes him, rocking him ever so slightly.

"You're alright, kid. You're safe." Grimmjow murmurs, eyes closing as he holds his child close.