#yunnho is best dad

[couchpotatoaniki]

Baby

Being a first-time parent isn’t so easy. Thank goodness you don’t have to go through it alone.

Pairing: Dad!Yunho x Mum!Reader Genre: Domestic AU, M E G A  F L U F F Warnings: cruddy fake fairytales, mentions of labour, mentions of a C-section Word count: 1.1k+

“Milk,” Yunho mumbled, darkness of the kitchen slowly lulling him back to sleep despite him standing up. “Where’s the milk?”

Operating on a half-asleep brain was not good, especially when it had been sleep deprived for many nights prior. Thank god he was on paternity leave otherwise he wouldn’t be able to function at all at work tomorrow.

The baby had woken up once again for the second time that night--the first for a nappy change, and now for some food. You were about to go get one of the bottles you had filled with pre-pumped breast milk, but Yunho stopped you.

Already saw how it was difficult for you to move that much after the birth of your gorgeous child; unfortunately, the umbilical cord was wrapped around its neck so an emergency C-section had to be carried out, leaving you with stiches that could easily get infected if you didn’t take care of it properly.

Even then, being pregnant and in labour sounded (and looked) painful enough, so Yunho had already decided to help you in any way that he could before and after you had delivered.

His hand had rummaged around the fridge until tightening around the cold bottle. Too cold for the baby, so he hat to heat it up in the bottle warmer so that it was just right.

Sighing, he walked towards you, trying to quieten the crying baby in your arms as you swayed sleepily side to side. You hated hearing it cry, the noise ringing in your ears, making it hard to focus.

Motherly instincts kicked in during pregnancy; you and Yunho were doing some daily shopping when you heard a toddler crying loudly, its wails making you want to curl up in a ball and cover your ears to that it would stop ringing in your ears.

Apparently it was normal to have such a reaction--Yunho told you, since he did quiet a bit of research, not just from books, but both of your mothers.

Your husband took the baby from your hands--with some difficultly since you held on a little tight, not wanting your crying baby out of the protection of your arms, but ultimately handed it over since you knew Yunho was going to take care of him.

“Shhh, baby,” he cooed at his newborn, smiling faintly at the warmth erupting through his chest. Eagerly taking the rubber nipple in its mouth, the child began to suckle out the warm milk.

“How did I get so luck with you?” You said, head resting on one of his broad shoulders as he swayed ever so gently, slowly lulling not just the small being, but you as well, to sleep.

He rested his head on top of yours, feeling his lids droop a little. “Question is,” he yawned, “how on earth did I get lucky with you?”

Hearing no response from you, he looked to your face, only to find you sleeping peacefully with a content smile and relaxed features. Really not wanting to move away from you, he held the baby close to him with one hand and moved you slowly back down to your pillow with the other.

Waiting for the child to have its fill, Yunho began telling it a little story.

“Once upon a time, there was a handsome prince. He loved to dance and play, but no one would because he was a Prince. But one day, the young Prince didn’t want to be a prince anymore, since everyone was looking at him and he had too many responsibilities. So what did he do?”

The child unlatched its mouth to gargle gibberish at him before going back to feeding.

“That’s right. He ran away, deep into the forest where no one would find him again. But what he didn’t know, was that there was a beautiful girl who lived in the middle of the woods. And the girl was known as the Woodland Maiden.”

The baby spoke gibberish once more, making its father giggle.

“I know, it is a very fancy name. But that was what she was called. The Woodland Maiden had seen the fear in the Prince’s eye, and asked if there was anything she could do to help. The Prince only asked for one thing: her presence.

“For some reason, the young Prince felt comforted by the Maiden, wanting her to stay with him for as long as she could. So she stayed and looked after him, finding that she too enjoyed being with him. But she knew that the Prince had to go back to his own kingdom and take on the responsibilities of a prince.

“Eventually she convinced him to return back to the castle, promising to one day meet again. But the Prince didn’t want to meet ‘one day’. He wanted to meet her every day. He wanted to wake up to her face every morning, and be the last thing she sees when she goes to sleep.

“The Prince loved her very much, and when he realised that, he asked for her to join him in the castle. Conflicted by her need to be in the woods, she didn’t know what to say. That was until the Prince told her that she could visit any time she liked, for however long she liked.

“Ecstatic, she agreed to his offer immediately, glad that she could still be with the person she loved and still have her freedom. Soon after, the two got married, and had a wonderful child, who grew up to be an amazing person itself.”

Seeing how the child in his arms had fallen asleep during the story, Yunho chuckled and kissed it on its forehead, whispering, “the end...”

Placed the product of your love between the two of you, as he lay back down on his side, wrapping the three of you under the thick covers of your bed.

His hand lay to rest on your waist, the shirt ridden up to expose your tummy of scars and stretch marks.

You thought they were ugly. He thought they were beautiful.

Fingertips traced over each one he could feel, rubbing the skin occasionally because he loved how it felt beneath his palms. Planting a kiss on your cheek, he used his other hand to brush away the strands of hair sticking out of your bun and into your face.

Surreal, how you looked while you slept. Like he could gaze at you all night if he was not so tired himself.

Pulling his hand from your tummy, he rested it on his sleeping baby, only to feel yours underneath his--protecting it even when you were unconscious.

Grinning to himself, he though to himself how he really was lucky to have his Woodland Maiden and your baby with him.