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cute scenarios? maybe dad!joon (who is BIG and LARGE and WIDE and TALL) nestling his three month old baby on his chest and napping together with his large palm on the tiny baby’s cute butt to keep them secure 🥺 I lov dad!joon 🥺 massive dad!joon with and his liddol baby 🥺
all those adjectives about joon r accurate and should be said more!!! here’s liddol eunha napping with her dada :) listen to bubba by jack larsen 4 da full experience!
It’s oddly quiet in the apartment. You’d just nabbed away from Eunha’s demanding attention to briefly take a shower, your skin grimy and sticky and insisting to be washed. Namjoon had taken over the parenting duties and you’d left him fiddling with her tiny toes while he changed her diaper. But now as you step out of the shower, warm steam wrapping itself around your body, your ears fall to pick up any sound. It’s immediately unsettling, and maybe you pat yourself dry rather quickly, the towel tucked neatly around your body as you open the door in search of any sign of life. Instead, your eyes land on something that makes your heart bloom in your chest, bursting with affection as your gaze settles on your family.
Namjoon’s knocked out cold, mouth slightly agape with his head nestled deeply between the pillows. He’s spread out across the mussed bedsheets, his stained shirt bunching up his torso because Eunha’s cuddled up against him, her squishy cheek flat against her father’s chest. There’s a little drool slipping out from her mouth and pooling on his shirt but Namjoon probably can’t sense that. Eunha’s out of it too, eyelids fluttering as her tiny legs twitch. But Namjoon’s got a firm hand splayed against her bottom, keeping her from rolling around his grasp as she wiggles on top of him. It makes your heart full, how calm they are together, the sound of their gentle breathing now filling the room. You’re almost giddy from the happiness you feel, a bright smile tugging at your lips.
You pad around the room lightly, dressing as quietly as you can so you don’t interrupt their sleep. But Namjoon’s eyes crack open when you close the closet hard on accident, a small groan falling from his lips.
“Sorry,” You mutter, tugging a shirt over your head. It’s Namjoon’s but since most of his clothes were massive on you, you’d adopted half his closet during your pregnancy. You know he wouldn’t mind.
“‘S okay,” He mumbles, shifting slightly. Eunha lets out a soft burble, her fingers curling into a tiny fist as if she’s protesting against her father’s movement. “She’s asleep isn’t she.” He lets a small laugh and Eunha’s pursed lips turn into a soft smile, her dimples appearing instantly. You desperately want to kiss the top of her head.
“Yeah, she’s out.” Everything in you wants to climb back into the bed with Namjoon and your child so you give in. His eyes are warm as he watches you curl against his side, his over-sized shirt hanging off your frame. “Do want to move her to the crib?”
It stands neglected across the room, the soft afternoon sunlight basking over the wood Namjoon had painstakingly chosen for it. You expect him to say yes, but Namjoon just shakes his head slightly, eyes already falling shut.
“No. This is nice. She’s so small, you know that? It’s kind of crazy.”
And he’s right. This is nice and Eunha is really small, minute against the span of his broad chest, fidgeting as she dreams. His hand is nearly the size of her chubby round face. You’re just as baffled that only a few months ago Eunha was rolling around inside your tummy. But now she’s here, napping on her father’s chest, tranquil as the sun dips away to allow the night to take over. You never want her to grow up if you’re being honest with yourself. Maybe you wouldn’t mind not having to wake up in the middle of the night to feed her but you would prefer for her to say like this, safe in the presence of her parents.
“She is,” You comment, your hand stretching out to brush her back. “Wanna sleep some more?”
He hums in affirmation, his eyes shut. “Just an hour or two. You’ll join us?”
“Yeah, I will,” You say before burrowing further into Namjoon. He extends an arm without a word, nestling you against him easily.
“My girls,” He mumbles, before falling back into the warm embrace of slumber. Your heart explodes.