A few days later, Namjoon and Y/N found themselves in the pediatrician's office, waiting anxiously for their daughter's first check-up. The room was bright and cheerful, filled with colorful posters and soft toys meant to distract little ones, but the anxiety of the moment lingered in the air. Both Namjoon and Y/N were nervous, knowing their tiny baby would be getting her first round of shots.
They were ushered into the exam room, where the pediatrician greeted them with a warm smile. "How are we doing today?" she asked, her tone gentle and reassuring.
Namjoon held his daughter close, her small head resting against his chest as she gazed up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "We're good," he replied, though the worry was clear in his voice.
Y/N smiled at the doctor, trying to steady her nerves. "She's been doing well," she added, "but we're a little nervous about today."
The doctor nodded understandingly as she began to examine their daughter. She measured her weight, length, and head circumference, cooing softly to the baby as she worked. "She's growing perfectly," the doctor said, looking up at Namjoon and Y/N with a reassuring smile. "You're doing a wonderful job."
Y/N let out a small sigh of relief, squeezing Namjoon's hand. But the tension returned when the doctor mentioned the shot. "It's time for her first vaccination," she said, preparing the syringe. "It'll be quick, but I know it's tough to see your baby cry."
Y/N felt her heart squeeze at the thought. "I don't think I can watch," she murmured, leaning into Namjoon's chest for comfort.
Namjoon held her close, his own heart heavy as he watched the doctor prepare the shot. He hated the idea of his little girl being in pain, even for just a moment. But he knew it was important, and he steeled himself as the doctor approached.
"Okay, sweetheart," the doctor said softly, positioning the needle carefully. The moment the shot was administered, their daughter's face scrunched up, and she let out a loud, heart-wrenching cry. The sound tore through both Namjoon and Y/N, and they both felt an overwhelming wave of sadness and guilt.
"I'm so sorry, baby," Y/N whispered, her voice shaky as she reached out to touch her daughter's tiny hand.
Namjoon rocked their daughter gently, trying to soothe her as best as he could. "It's okay, baby girl," he murmured, kissing her forehead. "Daddy's here."
The doctor quickly applied a small bandage to the injection site and offered a reassuring smile. "She did great," she said, "and it's over now. She might be a little fussy later and could develop a mild fever, but that's perfectly normal."
Y/N nodded, wiping away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. "Thank you," she said quietly, still feeling a bit shaken.
As they prepared to leave, the doctor handed them some pamphlets and instructions on what to expect over the next few days. Namjoon thanked her, holding their daughter close as they walked out of the office. Their baby was still sniffling, her little face red and tear-streaked, but she was already beginning to calm down in the safety of her father's arms.
Once they were outside, Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. "I hate seeing her cry like that," she said softly.
Namjoon nodded, his heart still aching from the experience. "Me too," he agreed, "but she's strong, just like her mom."
Y/N smiled up at him, grateful for his comforting words. "Thank you for being here with us," she said, leaning into him as they walked to the car.
"Always," Namjoon replied, his voice full of love and reassurance. He carefully placed their daughter in her car seat, making sure she was comfortable and secure before getting into the driver's seat.
As they drove home, their baby drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the day's events. Y/N reached over and took Namjoon's hand, squeezing it gently. "We're doing our best," she said, as if to reassure herself as much as him.
Namjoon glanced over at her and smiled. "And she's going to be just fine," he replied, his voice full of quiet confidence.
Y/N nodded, finally starting to relax as they made their way home, knowing they were in this together, every step of the way.
