Night Troubles | QK ~ Xiaolian
genre: fluff
phrase(s): 28: “she’s up again” & 35: “this parent thing is hard”
age: Xiaolian = 4 months
warnings: none
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“You never told me how practise was today,” you hummed, snuggling into your husband’s bare chest, the two of you relaxing for the first time today as you got into bed.
Kun chuckled, “same as always, princess, it never changes.”
“No? Yangyang didn’t do anything stupid? Lucas didn’t hurt himself?”
“Yes to both of those, and you know better than anyone that those things happen everyday, it never changes.”
You laughed, “we missed you.”
Kun hummed, “I missed you. So much. Was she good today?”
“Mostly,” you shrugged, “wasn’t latching on, but when she did she was good.”
Kun sighed, “god, all I want is more time at home. I don’t to abandon the boys though. It’s like having an older child and trying not to make them jealous of their baby sister!”
“That’s exactly what it’s like, actually,” you chuckled, “it’s okay, love, I don’t want you to stay at home any more than you have to.”
Kun hummed, both of you with closed eyes and drifting off to sleep before you could finish the conversation.
“She’s up again,” you muttered, stirring from the transition into sleep.
“How do you know? She’s not crying.”
You opened your eyes with a groan, reaching over and grabbing the baby monitor so you could both look; sure enough, Xiaolian was kicking her feet in the air, hugging her blanket in her chubby little fists.
“Yes but she’s not crying,” Kun said, taking the baby monitor out your hands and putting it on his bedside table, “we only have to go when she’s crying.”
“Are you sure? Aren’t we just supposed to go if we know she’s up?” you questioned, now fully awakened, sat up to look at your husband.
“I don’t know, love,” Kun sighed, rubbing your back, “I say we leave her, okay? She’s obviously not in any pain or distress.”
“I feel bad though, what if she’s confused?”
“She’s four months old, she’d cry if she was confused, or if she was unhappy, or sad, or angry, or uncomfortable, or in pain. I promise.”
You sighed, laying back down on Kun’s chest.
“How did you even know she was awake?” he asked, his voice soft again.
“Mother’s sense.”
Kun chuckled, kissing your head as he began to close his eyes.
“Do you think she can hear us through the baby monitor?” he asked.
“Hmm? No. We turned that off.”
“Or just through the walls?” he asked.
“She’s a good couple rooms away, baby.”
“Why isn’t she crying then?” he asked, sitting up and grabbing the baby monitor as he did so, inspecting his daughter.
“I don’t know,” you chuckled, sitting up and resting your chin on his shoulder, “I’m sure she’s okay, though.”
“Right,” Kun nodded.
“Cause if she wasn’t... she’d cry.”
Kun nodded once again, “exactly.”
“I’m worried about her.”
He laughed, resting his head on yours, “me too.”
“God, this parent thing is hard,” you whined lightheartedly, “I just don’t know what to do.”
“Look, she’s happy,” Kun shrugged, pointing at the screen on the baby monitor, “let’s just sleep while we can.”
You nodded with a sigh, “no, you’re right. It’s rare sleep anyway.”
“Goodnight, my love,” Kun smiled, pulling you into his arms and closing his eyes for the third time that night.
“Goodnight.”
You too closed your eyes, listening to Kun’s heartbeat as you laid your head on his chest. Suddenly, as though a sixth sense had taken over you, you held your breath and waited; as if on cue, Xiaolian started screaming.
“You sure we have to go now?” you asked.
Kun chuckled, sitting up like a zombie, “come on.”