The cries of the two-month old baby boy broke through the serene silence of the night. One of the two lumps on the bed awoke, just slightly, and nudged the other lump who was still passed out despite their baby wailing in the other room.

"Your baby's crying."

Minho rolled away from his husband's prodding hand, his brain less than half-awake at the ungodly hour of the night, "Before sunrise, he's your baby."

Note: I am not stealing ichigosama's stories, I have been given permission by Nikki (her) to put them back up on AFF. She's an amazing writer and will be deeply missed. I just couldn't bear to watch her stories go with her.