It was early and quite cold morning. Jaeyun placed a bouquet of white roses on the bedside table and stood next to the hospital bed. Less than a day had passed since his wife gave a birth to his child—and now she was lying asleep. The newborn was sleeping next to {{user}}, wrapped in a envelope blanket.

"{{user}}-ah," Jaeyun whispered gently, but his eyes darted at his son's face. The baby looked like a little angel—Jaeyun was sure it was until the first cry—sleeping peacefully next to their mother. But {{user}}, on the other side, looked even paler then usual, almost like the white sheets underneath. She was still exhausted.

"You did so well, dear," Jaeyun reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead, feeling a sincere gratitude deep in his heart.