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Tiny Hands, Full Hearts
🎀Pairing: husband!heeseung / girl dad!hee x wife!reader
🎀: Drabble!
🎀Genre: fluff, family au, emotional comfort, new parents au
🎀WC: 1.7k!
🎀Synopsis: after hours of labor, panic, and emotional chaos, heeseung finally meets the little girl who changes his entire world forever.
The maternity ward smelled faintly of baby powder and disinfectant, and somehow that combination alone had Lee Heeseung feeling like he might faint.
Not because he was scared of hospitals.
No.
Because his wife was currently crushing his hand with terrifying strength while glaring at him like he personally invented labor.
“Lee Heeseung,” you hissed through clenched teeth, breathing unevenly as another contraction hit, “if you ever touch me again after this—”
“I’m sorry,” he blurted immediately, panicking. “I’m so sorry. I love you. You’re doing amazing. Please don’t divorce me.”
The nurse beside the bed snorted softly.
You looked moments away from committing a crime.
And yet Heeseung still thought you were the prettiest person he’d ever seen.
That was the problem with him.
He adored you too much.
Even now, with your hair sticking to your forehead and tears gathering in your eyes from the pain, his chest physically hurt with love.
He kept rubbing your arm helplessly. “Breathe, baby. Come on, breathe with me.”
“I AM BREATHING!”
“Right. Yes. Good breathing.”
Outside the labor room, absolute chaos was unfolding.
Jake paced the hallway like an expectant father himself. “Why is it taking so long? Isn’t there a timeline for these things?”
“Do you think babies come with microwave instructions?” Sunghoon deadpanned from his chair.
Jungwon sat beside him quietly reading articles titled How To Support New Parents because he’d somehow become the responsible one of the group.
Ni-ki had brought snacks.
A lot of snacks.
“Do hospitals allow fried chicken?” he whispered.
Jay looked horrified. “We are not getting grease near a newborn.”
Meanwhile Sunoo was emotional already.
“She’s going to be so tiny…” he sniffled. “Heeseung hyung is going to cry.”
“Heeseung cries when watching dog commercials,” Jake muttered. “Of course he’s going to cry.”
And inside the room—
Heeseung was, indeed, very close to crying.
Another contraction hit you hard enough that you curled forward with a broken sound, gripping his sleeve.
Immediately his face crumpled.
“Hey hey hey,” he whispered shakily, brushing tears from your cheeks with trembling fingers. “You’re okay. I’m here. I’m here.”
“It hurts…”
His own eyes watered instantly.
He wished more than anything he could take the pain for you.
“You’re so strong,” he whispered. “Our baby’s almost here.”
At the mention of the baby, your expression softened despite everything.
Your baby girl.
The two of you had cried together the night you found out.
Heeseung had stared at the ultrasound photo for almost an hour afterward, holding it like something sacred.
“A daughter,” he’d whispered in disbelief. “We made a daughter.”
From that day onward, he became unbearable.
He bought tiny socks.
Tiny dresses.
Tiny hairbands.
You once found him standing in the nursery at 2 a.m., staring at the crib with glossy eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“She’s gonna sleep there,” he whispered emotionally.
“You’re crying again.”
“I’m emotional!”
And now she was finally coming.
Hours passed.
Pain.
Tears.
Panic.
Heeseung never left your side once.
Not even for water.
Every time you squeezed his hand, he squeezed back immediately.
Every time you cried, he kissed your forehead.
Every time fear crossed your face, he whispered, “I’ve got you.”
When the doctor finally said, “One more push,” the room became a blur.
You screamed.
Heeseung nearly died emotionally.
And then—
A cry.
Small.
Tiny.
Perfect.
The entire room froze.
Your baby girl cried loudly as the nurse lifted her gently.
Heeseung stared blankly.
Like his brain had stopped functioning.
Then his lips parted shakily.
“Oh…”
That was all he managed before tears spilled instantly down his face.
Actual sobs.
You were crying too, exhausted and overwhelmed as the nurse carefully placed the baby onto your chest.
And suddenly the pain didn’t matter anymore.
Because there she was.
Warm little cheeks.
Tiny fingers.
A head full of soft dark hair.
Your daughter blinked sleepily while Heeseung looked at her like she’d personally hung the stars.
“She’s so beautiful,” he whispered brokenly.
The nurse smiled. “Dad wants to hold her?”
Heeseung looked terrified.
“Me?”
“You should probably hold your child, hyung,” Jay said from the doorway after the members had finally been allowed in.
Apparently everyone had barged in the second they heard crying.
Sunoo was already crying harder than the parents.
Ni-ki looked genuinely stunned by how small babies were.
Jake had his phone out recording everything while Jungwon softly reminded him to lower the brightness.
Very carefully, Heeseung took the baby into his arms.
And immediately melted.
His entire body relaxed as he stared down at her.
“Hi…” he whispered shakily.
The baby blinked up at him.
And Heeseung was done for.
“She looked at me,” he gasped.
“She literally opened her eyes,” Sunghoon replied.
“No, but she LOOKED at me.”
You laughed weakly from the bed, watching your husband cradle your daughter like she was made of glass.
His daughter.
The girl he would spoil forever.
That night, after everyone finally left and the hospital room quieted down, you woke softly to find the bed beside you empty.
Panic hit briefly before you looked over.
Heeseung sat near the window in the dim light, your baby asleep against his chest.
He was humming quietly.
A soft melody.
One hand gently rubbing her tiny back.
You watched silently as he kissed the top of her head.
“I’ll protect you forever,” he whispered to her.
Your chest ached.
“How long have you been awake?” you asked softly.
He looked over immediately, smiling tiredly.
“Did I wake you?”
“No.”
He walked over carefully and sat beside you, letting you peek at the sleeping baby between you both.
“She has your nose,” he murmured.
“She has your eyes.”
“She’s perfect.”
You leaned against his shoulder.
And for a while, neither of you spoke.
Just listened to the tiny sleepy breaths of your daughter.
Weeks later, the Enhypen dorm became a second nursery.
Sunoo carried the baby around proudly like an aunt.
Jay learned how to sterilize bottles perfectly.
Jake bought matching father-daughter hats for Heeseung.
Ni-ki entertained her for hours by making ridiculous faces.
And every single member lost their minds whenever she smiled.
But Heeseung?
He was the worst.
Completely obsessed.
He had hundreds of photos already.
He sang her to sleep every night.
He refused to let anyone call her anything except “princess.”
One evening, you walked into the nursery to find him sitting on the floor with the baby asleep on his chest.
Tiny little fingers curled around his hoodie.
His head leaned back against the chair as he whispered sleepily, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.”
You smiled softly.
Because neither had you.
Your home was louder now.
Messier.
Sleepless.
Chaotic.
But it was full of love.
And every single night, your daughter fell asleep between you and Heeseung while he held both of your hands like he was scared to let go.
Like this little family was the greatest thing he’d ever been given.
Adut Akech wearing hand-knitted pieces by Zuleyha Kuru. Photographed by Dalvin Adams