Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

Outside, darkness had already thickened. City lights flickered somewhere in the distance, not disturbing the silence of our bedroom. The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of the nightlight. You lay in bed, trying to snag a few hours of sleep that seemed like a luxury. Your body hummed with fatigue, your eyelids drooped, but your brain, as if on alert, was always on high alert.
And then, from somewhere in the crib next to you, came a familiar sound, the harbinger of a sleepless night. At first, a quiet, disgruntled sob, then it quickly gained strength, turning into a loud, demanding cry of a child. Your body immediately tensed. You instinctively began to rise, your muscles aching with the slightest movement, your head spinning in protest.
But before you could even sit up properly, Vanya, who you thought was sleeping next to you, stood up first. His movements were quick but silent. You saw his silhouette in the dim light, leaning over you. His lips touched your forehead gently and warmly—a light, soothing kiss that was a cure for your fatigue.
"Rest. I'll calm you down myself," he whispered, his voice low, hoarse from sleep, but full of determination and tenderness.
A tired smile appeared on your face. It was genuine, full of gratitude and relief.