ChanBaek

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Our Baby

"I hope it will always be this easy to take care of you, Taehyung." Baekhyun cooes to his 2 month old baby.

Taehyung was introduced into the world 2 months ago and ever since he was introduced, mommy Baekhyun couldn't be happier. The baby was tightly bundled in a blue blanket, his mother carrying him in his buff arms.

Little Taehyung had a cute button nose, adorable pairs of arms, legs, feet, eyes, and ears, and he was blessed with brown hair.

Before Baekhyun even had the thought of creating Taehyung, he had dyed his black hair a color brown. He thought, "This looks really nice on me!" And ever since that day, he never changed back to black hair and he wished his baby would have a tuft of small brown hairs sitting on top of his small head.

Luckily, God heard his prayers, and Baekhyun's son had the perfect shade of brown hair and a handsome face.

Keys could be heard jingling from afar and Baekhyun smiled wider, knowing his husband was home.

Park Chanyeol.

Probably the most charming man on the planet.

Park Chanyeol was a tall fellow. He was intelligent, extremely handsome, and he had a deep, enchanting voice.

Byun Baekhyun never really thought the school's heart throb would come to date him, love him, and make a kid with him, but here they were now. Living inside a nice home with a newborn bundle of sunshine.

Baekhyun knew that Taehyung would be a happy virus as soon as he saw Taehyung's small lips curve up slightly when he was brought home. The parents weren't sure if it was just a twitch or he really was smiling, but Baekhyun always liked to think it was the second one.

"Park Baekhyun, Park Taehyung, I'm home!~" exclaimed a new dad.

Chanyeol walked inside Taehyung's room and he approached the two, kissing both of their foreheads. Chanyeol took Taehyung into his arms and showed off his beautiful pearly white teeth.

Taehyung looked at his dad, his eyes slightly widening. He had just woken up from his nap and he was utterly shocked to find a different face in front of him rather than the one he saw before sleeping.

"Taehyung!~ Hi!~"

Chanyeol gave Taehyung an Eskimo kiss and then tried his best to talk to his baby with a baby voice. The boy's eyebrows furrowed but returned to normal when Chanyeol pulled back.

"Chan, I'm tired. Can I take a nap?"

Chanyeol took his eyes off of Baekhyun Jr. and moved them to Baekhyun who was rubbing his eyes tiredly and yawning.

"Of course."

"Okay, thanks. Just... Don't drop him."

"Aish, I won't, I won't." Chanyeol said giving Baekhyun a reassuring grin.

Baekhyun wasn't all to sure if he should trust Chanyeol but he just shrugged it off and walked out the room.

When Baekhyun left, Taehyung's lips quivered and his eyes became teary. He then started crying and Chanyeol walked around the room, carrying him and shushing him nicely.

Luckily for Chanyeol, the house had slightly thick walls and Baekhyun was a deep sleeper which meant Baekhyun wouldn't scold Chanyeol for making his look-alike cry after a nap.

After 10 minutes, Chanyeol successfully put him to sleep before putting him in his crib. Chanyeol looked around the room making sure the window didn't even go near the crib (Because if glass is broken, it would land on his child), the windows were tightly locked, sharp objects weren't in reach of baby Tae, a soft cushion was on all sides of the crib, and the baby monitor was turned on.

After doing everything, he went downstairs to lock all the windows, doors, and made sure the crib downstairs in the living room and kitchen were also away from sharp things and windows.

All baby monitors were turned on, the lights were turned off, the security cameras were working, the outlets had nothing plugged in them, and the dishes were cleaned and put in the cabinet.

Baekhyun woke up, startled to hear plates and cups clinking together downstairs. He was nervous when his husband wasn't asleep next to him and there were footsteps.

'What if Chanyeol got kidnapped??? Wait... Did I lock everything??? Did I do the dishes??? WHAT IF A KILLER IS GRABBING SOMETHING SHARP TO MURDER MY BABY???' Baekhyun immediately sat up and went downstairs. He was hesitant to go inside the kitchen since he knew Chanyeol was a lazy person who never cleaned the kitchen.

Once he found Chanyeol standing in front of the dish washer, drying the plates, his heart beat slowed down and he felt calm once again.

"Chan? What are you doing here? It's 12 for god sakes, go to bed. Aish, don't yell at me if you miss your alarm tomorrow morning."

Chanyeol nearly drops a spoon, Baekhyun's voice startling him, but he smiled kindly and walked over to his hubby, setting down the things he was drying.

Chanyeol hugged Baekhyun and peppered his face everywhere making the man giggle and blush a bright pink.

"I know I'm lazy at doing the dishes, but my co-worker told me that since I'm now a father, I should really be helping my 'wife' out with the house chores and the baby."

Baekhyun held both sides of Chanyeol's face and tip-toed to peck his lips. "You don't need to do that. I can manage. I just want you to do well at work because I don't have a job and it would be bad if I didn't do anything at home while you did all the labor."

Chanyeol shook his head. "The mom needs rest, too. The father needs to help with everything. The bills, the house chores, and the baby. Baek, you know how much I love babies, right? Now that we have our own baby," Chanyeol paused and entwined their fingers together. "I need to step in too. I want you guys safe. Forget about me. If I die, I want you two safe. I love you, Baek, and our baby."

Baekhyun bit his bottom lip and put his head on Chanyeol's shoulder as they embraced once more. "Thank you, Chan. I love you guys too."

"Your welcome, Baek."

They pulled away and stared into each other's eyes lovingly. The peacefulness was soon broken when the parents heard crying coming from the baby monitor.

"Here we go again, sleepless nights." Baekhyun sighed and they both chuckled. "Yup."

-Makotofangirl11

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