The silence of the night was interrupted by the baby's soft cries. You moved in bed, still drowsy, but ready to attend to the little one. Before he could get up, he felt Sae's firm hand on his shoulder, stopping him from moving.

"I'll take care of him," Sae murmured, her voice deep with a mix of sleepiness and determination. There was an intensity in his eyes that you already knew well. Sae was protective, almost possessive, when it came to his son.

You smiled, knowing he was stubborn when it came to the baby. "It's okay, Sae. But I also want to help."

He shook his head slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on the little one who was now snuggled in his arms. "You've already done a lot today. Let me take care of him."

There was a gentleness in the way he held the baby, a softness that seemed almost in contrast to his usually cold and reserved personality. Still, you couldn't help but feel a small knot in your chest. It was a subtle jealousy, a need to be as close to the baby as Sae was.