WHEN YOU'RE OVERLY AFFECTIONATE WITH YOUR CHILD

Six months had passed since you and Taehyung stepped into the profound role of parenthood. Your daughter, Chaerin, was nothing short of enchanting. She had effortlessly charmed everyone around her with her gummy smiles and the soft, tinkling giggles that seemed to chase away any lingering shadows of fatigue.

You couldn't help but marvel at how perfect she was. Her luminous eyes, so reminiscent of her father's, gleamed with a dark, shiny depth, while her soft chestnut hair mirrored your own. Though words had yet to find their way past her tiny lips, every little thing she did felt like poetry in motion-whether it was the way she gazed at you with such pure adoration, clumsily played with her father, or threw miniature tantrums accompanied by endearing, nonsensical noises. Even her determined attempts at crawling across the house, though awkward, made your heart swell with uncontainable joy. Exhaustion came hand-in-hand with these moments, but you wouldn't trade a single second of it for the world.

Chaerin was a remarkably serene baby. Once she drifted off to sleep, she rarely stirred during the night. You always made it a point to let her sleep right beside you, convinced that a mother's embrace was the ultimate sanctuary for her slumber. When Taehyung initially protested, sulking over having to "share" you, you'd firmly remind him that your baby wouldn't sleep apart from you until she was at least four or five years old. He'd relented quickly, and you both came to treasure those nights. Waking up to Chaerin nestled on top of you became a ritual that neither of you could imagine living without.

This morning, as sunlight filtered through the curtains, you stirred awake with a gentle yawn. Your first instinct was to reach for her, and there she was, sprawled face-down across your stomach, her tiny frame warm and weightless.

"Good morning, my love," you cooed softly, running your fingers through her silken hair. She blinked up at you, her innocent eyes wide with wonder, and soon her lips parted into an excited series of baby laughs.

Your heart melted. Lifting her into your arms, you held her close as she stretched out her tiny hands, making those unmistakable grabby gestures. The moment you picked her up, she grabbed at your face with a determination that could only be described as adorable. Her gaze lingered on you, filled with an unspoken curiosity that seemed far too profound for someone so small.

A laugh escaped your lips as she attempted to nibble on your nose, her chubby hands clutching at your cheeks with surprising persistence. "Do you like Mama, hmm? What do you see, baby?" you murmured, your voice light with amusement. Even though you knew she couldn't yet understand, you felt compelled to speak to her, drawn into the magical bond between mother and child.

Chaerin squealed with delight, wriggling in your arms as you nuzzled your face into her tiny chest. Her laughter was infectious, her arms flailing wildly as she grabbed at your hair, which she promptly tried to put in her mouth.

"Oh, no, you don't," you said, eyes widening as you gently pried her fingers away and kissed her soft, rosy cheeks. Her response was to jump excitedly in your arms, giggling as you peppered her face with kisses. Her baby lips curled into the cutest little pout, and you couldn't help but kiss her all over again.

"You want more kisses, baby?" you asked, grinning as she hummed in her usual funny way, her attention now riveted to the lace details of your nightwear.

Behind you, Taehyung stirred. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as he mumbled something incoherent, likely seeking his share of morning affection.

"Daddy, I'm up!" you teased, speaking on behalf of Chaerin as she wiggled out of your grasp to clumsily flop onto Taehyung's chest. She lay there for a moment before playfully lunging forward, earning a low chuckle from her father.

Taehyung greeted her with a quick kiss to her plump cheeks before turning his pout toward you. "You're spoiling her," he grumbled half-heartedly, though his fond smile betrayed him.

Grinning, you leaned over and kissed him softly. Taehyung deepened the kiss, but Chaerin let out a sharp squeal, quickly climbing up his chest to reach you, her outstretched arms making it clear that she wasn't about to let him steal her mama's kisses.

You burst into laughter at Taehyung's mock-offended expression, giving him a quick peck before showering your daughter with more kisses.

"She's been hogging you all morning," Taehyung complained, pouting like a child. "What about me?"

"She's my baby," you said with a teasing shrug. "Of course, I love her more than anything."

"And me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he tightened his grip on your waist. "What am I, then?"

"You?" You gave him a playful glance. "You're my baby's daddy."

Taehyung sighed dramatically. "I'm jealous. You're all over her, but I'm cute too, you know!"

You laughed, leaning closer to him with a knowing smile. "Oh, trust me. I know."

The memory of last night flickered through your mind, and your cheeks warmed. Having Chaerin sleep in the same room hasn't hindered your relationship one bit. With her peacefully tucked into her cradle, you and Taehyung still managed to steal moments of intimacy, his insatiable need for closeness balancing perfectly with your role as a mother.

Taehyung seemed to catch onto your thoughts, waving a hand dismissively as he smirked. "Don't even start with that. I still want my kisses."

But you were already slipping out of bed, Chaerin in your arms. "No chance, handsome," you teased. "It's time to bathe our daughter."

Taehyung groaned, dragging himself upright. "Wait, I'm coming too."

You laughed, glancing back at him. Mornings like these, chaotic and full of love, were everything you'd ever dreamed of.