@juminweek2019
Day 3: Storge
Jumin had never put much thought about having children. He knew he would have at least one eventually. The duty of creating an heir ultimately fell to him. He had no interest in this hypothetical child. He knew that what he'd learned from his own parents wasn't the best. He turned out fine, but he knew that it could be better.
But now, sitting in a hospital room with his wife and love of his life snoozing after ten hours of labor, he had a new perspective. Jumin felt a little out of place, his suit having been traded out for sweats and a henley, but what made him feel even more out of place was the infant currently laying in his arms.
She was bleary-eyed, staring up at him with the same amount of intensity that he was staring at her with.
"Hello." Jumin said softly. His little girl yawned, her tiny mouth forming into a small o as she went back to dreaming about whatever it was that day old infants dreamed of. Jumin smiled, feeling his chest warm.
This was his baby. His little girl. He hoped that she received most of her traits from her mother, and only the best of his traits. She would live long and live happy, surrounded by the love of both of her parents.
They would be better than his parents. Jumin held he close, gently rubbing her eyebrow with his finger as he began to hum the lullaby that his love had taught him.
He hadn't known how he would feel when she was born, but he hadn't expected this overwhelming, all encompassing love for the little bundle in his arms.
