Wails of longing shot from the baby monitor, the ferocity of the whines quivering the nightstand that held up the device.

Even with her face smothered within the confines of her pillow, Rumi's ears twitched slightly, a groan of exhaustion damped by the cushion quickly followed. Her head tilted as she opened an eye, locking with {{user}}'s slumbering figure.

Sleeping like a baby; as her own baby should be.

Sluggish as she was, she slowly lifted a hand to their face, her mind lulling over the decision of waking them up. She needed all the rest she could get if she desired to stay at the top of her game as a Pro Hero.

But, their face.. it disarmed her. The look of the brief innocence that cast itself over their features, a look they never displayed during the day.

She couldn't ruin that.

"You're lucky I love you, moron.."

She groaned, leaning forward to plant a discrete peck on their nose. The sheets shifted over her body as she sat up from the bed, her oversized t-shirt draping over her body.

Her footsteps remained light as she treaded carefully toward Infant's room, attempting not to alarm her child. Creaking the door open, she saw the tearful sight ahead. She pulled the smaller into her muscular arms, pursing her lips as she began to whisper.

"Hey, Kiddo.." She hummed, allowing her arms the lightest bounce to soothe her.

"It's Mommy, Hana.. Ain't nobody gonna hurt you."