Y/N gently lifted their daughter out of the carrier, cradling her tiny body against her chest. As she held her daughter close, the reality of the moment washed over her—she was a mother now, and this beautiful little girl was her daughter. She could hardly believe that just a few days ago, she had been waiting in anticipation to meet this little one, and now she was here, in her arms, as real and as perfect as she could have imagined.
Namjoon watched them with a soft smile, his heart swelling with love and pride. He couldn’t take his eyes off the two of them—the love of his life and the miracle they had created together. He reached out, brushing a hand over their daughter’s soft head, marveling at how small and delicate she was.
Together, they moved to the couch and sat down, Y/N still holding their daughter close. The room was quiet, the only sound being the soft breathing of their baby as she rested in her mother’s arms. For a few minutes, they simply sat there, soaking in the peaceful moment, feeling a deep connection as a family.
But suddenly, their daughter’s peaceful breathing was interrupted by a small, sharp cry. Both Y/N and Namjoon jumped slightly, startled by the sudden sound. Their daughter’s face scrunched up as her cries grew louder, her tiny fists waving in the air.
“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked, his voice laced with concern as he looked at Y/N.
Y/N, however, remained calm, her motherly instincts kicking in immediately. She smiled reassuringly at Namjoon. “She’s just hungry,” she explained softly. “It’s time for her to eat.”
Namjoon watched in awe as Y/N adjusted her position on the couch, preparing to breastfeed their daughter for the first time at home. She was so natural, so confident, and he was filled with admiration for how she had already stepped into her role as a mother with such grace and ease.
Y/N gently brought their daughter to her breast, guiding her to latch on. The baby’s cries quieted almost instantly as she began to nurse, finding comfort and nourishment in her mother’s embrace. Y/N let out a small sigh of relief, relaxing into the moment as she fed their daughter.
Namjoon moved closer, wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and resting his head against hers. Together, they watched their daughter, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness.
“She’s so perfect,” Namjoon whispered, his voice full of emotion. “I still can’t believe she’s ours.”
Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving their daughter’s face. “Me neither,” she whispered back. “It feels like a dream.”
They sat there for a while, just the three of them, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. Their daughter nursed contentedly, her tiny hands gripping Y/N’s shirt as if she knew she was exactly where she belonged.
As Y/N continued to breastfeed, Namjoon couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. He was grateful for Y/N, for their daughter, and for the life they were building together. This was everything he had ever wanted, and more.
When their daughter finally finished nursing, Y/N gently burped her and held her close, rocking her gently in her arms. The baby’s eyes were heavy with sleep, and soon enough, she was dozing off, her tiny body completely relaxed in her mother’s arms.
Namjoon smiled as he looked at the two of them, his heart full to bursting. “She’s already so attached to you,” he said softly.
“She’s attached to both of us,” Y/N corrected, smiling up at him. “She knows she’s loved.”
Namjoon leaned in and kissed Y/N’s forehead, then placed a soft kiss on their daughter’s head. “She’s going to have the best life with us,” he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else.
And as they sat there, cuddled together on the couch, Y/N knew that he was right. They had everything they needed—each other, their daughter, and a lifetime of love and happiness ahead of them. This was just the beginning, and she couldn’t wait to see where their journey as a family would take them next.
