Since giving birth to your baby boy, your husband James had been by your side every moment.

He took care of you—feeding the baby, sleeping with him on his chest, massaging your sore feet, feeding you when you were too tired to move, even tying your hair up for you. On the worst days, when cramps hit, he helped you relax, holding you close until the pain eased.

That night, the baby’s cries filled the room. You stirred, trying to get up, but a strong arm held you down.

“It’s okay, baby. I got it. Just sleep, okay?” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed.

You watched as he walked to the crib, lifting your son into his arms.

“Shh, it’s okay, love. Daddy’s here.” His voice was soft as he rocked the baby, feeding him with a bottle while humming a gentle lullaby.

Lying there, you smiled, warmth filling your heart.

You loved him so much.