Three months later.
"Waaaaaahhh!"
A wail sounded in the middle of the night that was a call for another round of milk time.
"This is a dream…" Ai mumbled in her sleep. "This cry cannot be real. I am asleep."
Jun, too, woke up with his son's cry, big drops of tears filling his small hazel brown eyes. He smiled and kissed the top of his head. "So why is Ailun crying this time?"
He heard Ai mumbling to herself and sighed. He could understand her denial mode because the dark circles under her eyes told the painful sobbing story of her sleepless nights. It had hardly been three hours since she peacefully stepped into her lala land when Ailun dropped his signal again.
"He must not be hungry. You had a filling milk meal, didn't you?" He tickled his stomach.
