Bright in Trouble

[61 Days after The Migration]

The first rays of the morning light gently filtered through the curtains and entered the room, illuminating its occupants.

Instead of the bed, however, a certain couple was currently near a wall, facing it. Garan sat on a sturdy wooden chair, back straight, and a cotton towel draped over his shoulder. 

Crawling on their crib were the adorable babies who cooed as they saw their parents looking away from them for a long time. The audacity. 

At this time, Althea was helping her husband get a haircut, and their babies were their reluctant audience. 

"Mmhmwawa…." 

"Ghmghmn…" 

They continued calling on them making noises until Althea finally couldn't take the milky voice attacks. She went to the babies to give them smooches on their soft faces.