Jeonghan took in a deep breath when he was called into the room you had spent the past hour or so in giving birth to your first-born, and tried to keep his hands from shaking. To say he was a nervous wreck would’ve been an understatement - the day he had been waiting for for the past 8 months or so had finally come, even though it wasn’t precisely the day you had both expected it to be.
He felt his breath hitch in his throat when he reached the door and heard the baby - your baby - cry for the first time. Stepping into the room, Jeonghan quickly found you, and when his eyes met yours, you both smiled. Your smile was a lot weaker than his, but that was more or less a given.
“Hi,” he said, voice sounding much like velvet with so many feelings storming inside of him.
“Hi,” you replied and giggled, tilting your head towards the hospital cradle that was by your bed. “Come on and say hi to our daughter.”
Jeonghan felt his heart hammering in his chest and could feel his pulse in his ears when he took steps towards the cradle; it felt almost surreal, but when he saw the baby, it hit him.
“I’m a dad,” Jeonghan said almost dumbly, which made you laugh weakly, and brought his hand to the cradle slowly, incredibly gentle as he stroked the baby’s arm. “Hi there, little one.”
The sight made you smile, and when you saw Jeonghan melt into what was the widest, softest smile you had ever seen on him, you felt your heart swell as tears gathered in your eyes.
“She grabbed my finger,” Jeonghan said with a snort, and turned to look at you. His eyes were glistening, and his laugh sounded thick, giving away that he was fighting back the tears. “She’s so strong already, Y/N. Our little miracle.”