In the quiet of the night, Namjoon was abruptly woken by the sound of his daughter crying. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the darkness, and quickly noticed that Y/N was still fast asleep beside him. She had been so exhausted lately, and he knew she needed her rest.
Without a second thought, he slipped out of bed and moved towards the bassinet, where his little girl was wriggling and crying softly. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Namjoon whispered as he gently picked her up. The warmth of her small body in his arms instantly filled him with a deep sense of love and responsibility.
He quietly made his way out of the bedroom, careful not to disturb Y/N, and headed towards the living room. The soft glow from a nightlight illuminated the room as Namjoon sat down on the couch, cradling his daughter against his chest. Her cries were already beginning to quiet down, soothed by her father’s familiar presence.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he murmured, rocking her gently. Namjoon hummed a soft tune, one he often found himself singing when it was just the two of them. The melody seemed to work its magic, and soon, his daughter’s cries subsided into little whimpers and then into peaceful silence.
Namjoon sighed with relief, kissing the top of her head. “You must be hungry, huh?” he said softly. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen, still holding her close as he opened the fridge and took out a bottle of milk. Holding her carefully in one arm, he prepared the bottle, making sure it was the right temperature.
Once it was ready, Namjoon returned to the living room, settling back on the couch with his daughter in his arms. He held the bottle to her tiny mouth, watching as she latched on and began to drink eagerly. The sight made him smile; it never ceased to amaze him how much love he could feel for someone so small.
As she drank, Namjoon’s mind drifted. He thought about how much his life had changed since the moment he learned he was going to be a father. It had been a whirlwind—full of challenges, sleepless nights, and overwhelming emotions. But it was also filled with moments like this, where everything else faded away, and all that mattered was the little person in his arms.
When the bottle was empty, Namjoon gently burped her, smiling as she let out a tiny yawn. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispered, holding her close as she began to drift back to sleep. He rocked her gently, watching as her eyelids grew heavier until she was completely asleep.
For a moment, he just sat there, holding his daughter and soaking in the peacefulness of the moment. The house was quiet, save for the soft sound of her breathing and the occasional creak of the floorboards as the house settled.
Eventually, Namjoon stood up, cradling her carefully as he made his way back to the bedroom. Y/N was still fast asleep, her breathing deep and even. Namjoon smiled, grateful that she was able to rest while he took care of their daughter. He gently placed their baby back in her bassinet, making sure she was tucked in and comfortable.
Before lying back down, Namjoon stood for a moment, just watching his daughter sleep. He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed, how much he had changed, since she had entered their world. Every day was a new adventure, a new lesson in love and patience.
Finally, Namjoon climbed back into bed, careful not to wake Y/N as he wrapped his arm around her. She instinctively snuggled closer, her head resting on his chest as she continued to sleep. Namjoon closed his eyes, feeling a profound sense of contentment wash over him.
As he drifted off to sleep, Namjoon couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was. He had everything he could ever want—a beautiful daughter, a loving partner, and a life filled with more love than he had ever imagined.
And as he fell back into the warmth of sleep, Namjoon knew that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, he was exactly where he was meant to be.
