pairing : father!jongwoo x mother!reader x baby daughter!jieun
note : baby fics LACK OF PROOFREADING !!
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“Jongwoo…” you groan, shifting in your sleep as the soft rustles of the bed fill the room, accompanied by the soft wails from the hallway.
Turning around to see your outstretched hand, eyes drowsy with sleep, lips formed in a pout, he chuckled, a warmth seeping into his heart as he placed a soft kiss on your temple.
“Go back to sleep, I'll be back in a bit,” he whispers, voice hoarse with sleep.
You sigh, sinking deeper into your pillow as he shuffles out of the room into the nursery, a door over. You hear him coo softly at your daughter, speaking sweet nothings to her that made you chuckle. Oh, how sweet he is to his girl.
You lie awake for a while, the soft hums of his voice putting you to sleep as you wait for him.
“Good morning…” You mutter sleepily, placing tired kisses as you hug him, resting your cheek against his back as he cooks.
He spins around to face you, slight eye bags drawing his face down, as you feel guilt set deep in your heart.
He smiles so sweetly, cupping your cheek, forcing a smile on your lips before kissing your pout.
“Did you sleep well?” you nod, resting your cheek against his chest, his rubbing your back. “Did you?”
“I slept. Jieun was pretty fussy last night,” he chuckles softly, a yawn trailing his words. “Sorry,” you mutter as he hums. “For what? I chose to do so.”
Your sweet moment was interrupted by cries.
“I'll go check on her,” you tell him, kissing his cheek as he returns to making breakfast.
Feeling lingering eyes on you as you walk away, a weird, giddy feeling takes over as you walk over to your daughter’s crib.
“Hi, my baby”, she lies fussily in your arms, face contorted in discomfort, slightly fading as you hold her, her tiny fists unclenching as her cries grow softly, her lips trembling as water continued to pool in her eyes.
Your heart ached as you hushed her, rocking her softly in your arms, planting soft kisses on her forehead, her skin feeling warm against your lips.
Your lips twitched with worry as you searched for the first aid kit, the soft creeks of the door opening diverting your attention to the door. Jongwoo is standing there with a warm bottle of milk and a smile. “Got her bottle.”
“Baby, do you know where her thermometer is?”
He hums, walking over to the bedside table, pulling out a box, “moved this here last night, she was a bit warm, nothing concerning though. Why?”
He turns to your face, still as you take the thermometer from him, laying Jieun down on the changing table, taking her onesie off, placing the thermometer between her armpit as she squirms against the cool feeling.
The lack of words already explaining the situation to him as he stood next to you, placing the backside of his palm to her forehead, cringing as he pulled away, worry etched in his face.
Both of you stand in unease as Jieun’s lips twitched, ready to start crying again, watching her parents watch over her with grim expressions as Jungwoo spoke softly to her, hushing her, caressing her face.
The beep had your shoulders tense up as you took the thermometer out, checking the temperature, a breath of relief washing over you as you read off the 99. High, but nothing over 100.
You rest a hand on Jongwoo’s shoulder as he dresses her up, stabilizing yourself as you look for her medicine. “She’ll be fine,” you whisper to yourself as Jongwoo hums, holding his daughter, bouncing her in his arms, waiting for the medicine.
You take out the bright red medicine, taking it in a syringe before walking over to them,
“Ahhh,” you open your mouth, hoping she would copy. Shaking her head as Jongwoo chuckles, “Okay, we are not doing it like this.” Squeezing her cheeks, opening her mouth as her eyes watered almost immediately. You quickly fed her the medicine before she could spit it out.
Eyebrows drawn in concern at the unfamiliar bitter taste as Jongwoo chuckled softly, kissing her forehead with sweet praises, rubbing her back as she rested against his shoulder. “My good girl”.
“We can call the doctor if she gets worse,” you mutter, watching the two of them interact.
“Her milk is probably cold,” Jongwoo mutters as you look for the bottle he placed near the crib a while ago. Picking it up, feeling it cold to the touch as you hum, probably not best for a sick baby.
“Give her to me, go rest, Jong,” you tell him, kissing his cheek as you take Jieun into your arms, rocking her softly, a hand running up and down her back, “I'll feed her,” you tell him before he could open his mouth in protest.
His shoulder relaxes as he sighs in defeat, “Okay.”
Practically an hour goes by before she falls asleep soothingly in your arms, the soft snores as small movements of her chubby fists against your chest filled you with warmth. You stay rocking in the chair just watching over her for another few minutes, your heart warm but heavy for your poor girl. You couldn’t imagine how she must be feeling, how scary and annoying it may feel, how little she can tell us to help her. How helpless she must be.
“My precious girl,” kissing her forehead, as you felt a dry lump grow in your throat. Placing her back into the crib, tucking her in, and making sure everything is perfect for her, the weird feeling not going away as you leave the room.
It was the middle of the day, but the whole house fell silent with all lights off.
Slipping into your room, you watch Jongwoo’s silhouette lying peacefully in bed. You lay next to him, resting against the backside of your palm as your finger traced his features. The heaviness of the eye bags from the lack of sleep, all those nights he spent making sure you rested instead. A weird wave of guilt washed over you as you tried swallowing, that stupid, thick lump not budging one bit.
You sigh, your breath coming out in ragged breaths.
The cool, sudden feeling of tears slipped past your eye, wetting your cheek, falling into the pillow as you chewed the inside of your cheek.
“What's wrong?” he asked, his voice heavy but soft, eyes still shut as he snuggles into the blanket.
You open your mouth trying to speak, but only a squeak comes out before you close it again. He opened his eyes; they were begging for sleep.
“Why are you crying?” he tells you, raising his hand to wipe away the tears as you sniffle, feeling your heart ache at the gesture alone.
“Hm? I'm here,” he tells you, opening his arms to take you into his chest. You obliged, as he hugs you, resting his chin on your head, his arm running up and down your back as you rest against his chest.
“My heart hurts,” you whisper to him, your words falling muffled against his chest. A little part of you felt selfish for even telling him that.
You look up from his chest, eyes brimming with tears, waking him up completely as he sits up, urging you to do the same before taking you into his lap.
“I feel bad,” you tell him, as he hums, patting your hair down,
“For what?” he yawns, and you could tell his eyes were threatening to shut at any moment; they should shut at any moment; he needs to shut them.
“I’m a bad wife, Jongwoo…I’m a bad mom…” Your breath hitched as he pulled you away from his chest, forcing you to look at him.
“What made you think that? You're not. You're doing everything you can,” he kisses your forehead, as you shake your head.
“No. You're barely getting any sleep, and I should have woken up for Jieun last night. She can’t even tell us what hurts. I feel bad, she's hurting Jongwoo and I…I feel so helpless, I can’t do anything for her, I'm her mom, I have to know,” You ramble as tears stream down your face, Jongwoo’s face contorting into dread as he sits silently, rubbing your back as you try to calm your breathing.
“I want you to rest.” he whispers, planting a kiss to the side of your head, “I choose to wake up, okay? I chose this life, I chose to have a kid, I chose to get married. I have to take care of you, too.” he reminds you, his fingers intertwing with yours, softly squeezing them.
“Jieun is a baby, what can she tell us, hm? No person knows what to do the first time. I'm her dad, and I don’t know what to do all the time. We are all learning, okay? It's not your fault. You love her, that's all that matters,” he tells you, rocking your body gently against his as you sniff back some unshed tears.
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