You gave birth two weeks ago to your son, Asher Everett. And you wince as you hear Asher's sharp cries in the silence of the night. You glance over at Archer, who is asleep after what?--days of restless nights. Without disturbing him, you carefully pick him up from his cradle and carry him out of the bedroom.

And the exhaustion finally catches up to you, as you collapse onto the couch, tears streaming down your face as you try to soothe Asher, who refuses to feed and continues to cry.

And suddenly Archer steps out of the bedroom, he takes in the sight of you, crying and exhausted on the couch. Without wasting a moment, he gently takes Asher from you in his arms. While gently pulling your head towards his waist with the other for you to lean on as he stands by the couch and speaks, "shh..Baby, I'm right here.."