THREE MONTHS LATER
Three months.
It had only been three months since Hiraya entered the world.
Yet Felip couldn’t remember what life had been like before her.
He had once thought he understood exhaustion.
Long rehearsals.
Back-to-back schedules.
Travel.
Performances.
Late nights.
Early mornings.
None of it compared to waking up at three in the morning because a tiny human had decided that sleep was apparently optional.
Felip sat on the edge of the bed, hair messy, eyes barely open.
Beside him, Y/N was still asleep.
A tiny cry came from the nursery.
Felip immediately looked toward the door.
He sighed.
“Okay.”
He stood.
“I’ll get her.”
Y/N opened one eye.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
He walked into the nursery.
Hiraya was awake.
Her tiny hands moved around while she made small sounds.
Felip smiled.
“Good morning, little dream.”
Hiraya stopped crying when she saw him.
Felip’s heart melted.
“Oh, so that’s all you wanted?”
He picked her up carefully.
“You just wanted Dad?”
She made another tiny sound.
Felip laughed.
“Yeah. I know.”
He carried her back into the bedroom.
Y/N smiled sleepily.
“She already has you wrapped around her finger.”
Felip looked offended.
“No.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow.
“Really?”
He looked down at Hiraya.
She blinked at him.
He smiled.
“...Maybe.”
Y/N laughed.
Felip sat beside her.
For a few moments, everything was quiet.
Then his phone buzzed.
He looked down.
The group chat.
STELL: Is Hiraya awake?
Felip frowned.
Another message.
JUSTIN: I dreamed about her.
Another.
JOSH: Tell me when I can visit.
Another.
PABLO: Don’t overwhelm them.
Three seconds later:
STELL: I’M COMING OVER.
Felip stared at the phone.
“How did they know?”
Y/N laughed.
“They’re obsessed.”
Felip looked down at his daughter.
“So am I.”
