Namjoon pov

It was one of those nights where everything seemed to be going wrong. Exhaustion had settled over the house like a heavy blanket, and the rhythmic cries of our newborn daughter filled the air. Ava was utterly spent, having spent the day juggling between her role as a new mother and managing her responsibilities. I could see the toll it was taking on her, and despite my own weariness, I knew I had to step up.

In the quiet of the night, I found myself alone in the kitchen, determined to get the bottle formula just right. The clock ticked relentlessly as I tried to mix the powdered formula with the water, but I seemed to be struggling with the proportions. I had read the instructions a dozen times, but the numbers were blurring together. The kitchen lights cast long shadows on the walls, and I could feel the weight of responsibility bearing down on me.

“Why does this have to be so complicated?” I muttered to myself, my frustration mounting as I tried to get the formula to the right consistency. I shook the bottle vigorously, only for it to still seem clumpy.

I wasn’t alone in my struggle for long. Hobi and Yoongi, both of whom had been on baby-soothing duty, joined me in the kitchen, their tired eyes reflecting the same exhaustion I felt. They were here to support, and their presence was a relief.

“What’s the issue, Namjoon?” Hobi asked, his voice gentle despite his own fatigue.

“I’m trying to get this formula right, but it just doesn’t seem to be mixing properly,” I explained, feeling a bit defeated. “I just want to make sure Ava and the baby are taken care of, but this seems like it’s going to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.”

Yoongi, who had been silently observing, stepped forward and took the bottle from my hands. “Let me give it a try,” he offered, his tone calm and reassuring.

As Yoongi expertly mixed the formula and tested its temperature, Hobi and I went to check on Ava. She was lying on the bed, looking utterly drained, her eyes closed as she tried to steal a few moments of rest. Her soft, steady breaths were a stark contrast to the chaos downstairs.

“Hey, Ava,” I said softly, sitting beside her on the bed. “How are you holding up?”

Ava opened her eyes slightly, offering me a tired smile. “I’m okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just really tired.”

“I know it’s been a tough night,” I replied, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “We’re doing everything we can to help. The formula should be sorted out soon.”

Downstairs, Yoongi had managed to get the formula right and was preparing a bottle for our daughter. Hobi, who had been helping him, looked up with a small grin. “Looks like you’ve got it sorted, Namjoon.”

“Thanks, Yoongi,” I said gratefully. “I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.”

Yoongi nodded, handing me the bottle. “We’re in this together, remember? Now, let’s see if we can get this little one to settle down.”

With the bottle in hand, I headed upstairs to where Ava was waiting. I could see the fatigue etched into her features, but her eyes lit up with a hopeful glimmer as I approached. I gently took our daughter into my arms, carefully feeding her the formula.

It was a delicate process, and every sound she made seemed amplified in the stillness of the night. As she drank, the tension in the room seemed to ease, and Ava’s breathing began to slow.

The night dragged on, with the boys and I taking turns soothing our daughter and ensuring that Ava could rest. Despite the overwhelming exhaustion, there was a sense of camaraderie that made the struggle worthwhile. We worked as a team, each of us playing a part in caring for both Ava and the baby.

Hobi took the first watch while Yoongi and I grabbed a few moments of rest. When it was Hobi’s turn to rest, Yoongi and I took over, gently rocking our daughter and singing soft lullabies. It was a long night, but there was something deeply comforting about the shared responsibility.

By the time dawn approached, our daughter had finally settled into a peaceful sleep, and Ava was able to rest. The boys and I gathered in the kitchen, exhausted but satisfied with our efforts. There was a quiet understanding between us—though we were all running on empty, we had managed to navigate the challenges of the night together.

“Not sure how much more of this I can handle,” Yoongi said with a tired laugh, “but it’s worth it to see her finally sleeping peacefully.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the support of my friends. “Thanks for sticking with me through this.”

As we sat together, sipping on coffee and sharing weary smiles, I realized how lucky I was to have such supportive friends. The challenges of parenthood were daunting, but having the boys by my side made everything seem more manageable. They had been there for me through every sleepless night and every struggle, and their unwavering support made all the difference.

The night of the bottle formula fiasco had been one of the most trying experiences of my life, but it had also strengthened the bond between us. As we faced the challenges of parenthood together, I knew that, with the support of my friends and the love we shared, we could overcome anything.