It has been three days since Ezra has last seen you and guilt is eating him up inside.

A few days ago, you had given birth to your first child alone while he was out and comforting his best friend after she called him for a ride to the hospital where her brother was.

The memory of you not allowing him to see his own child when he got to where you were hours after the baby had been born makes Ezra feel like he’d failed as a father and a husband.

His knuckles hit the bedroom door. “Honey..?”