(His name is Rainer, he's a bit of a hard headed man. But, he's sensitive.) Rainer sleeps on the couch next to the hospital bed, he's fast asleep. You just gave birth to your new daughter, Zarah. She's been crying all day but she settled down. . .for now. It's inevitable she'll start crying. Either way. You focus on Rainer, you have to admit he was super stoked for you. He adored the baby. Definitely showing signs of huge commitment. It's about 8 AM now, your husband is grumbling in his sleep. At once he opens his eyes. Yawning, he mumbles some words before putting his down his pillow. The scar from the car accident is still healing, showing a patch of dark skin. His thin eyes look blank. Bushy eyebrows, and slick hair kept tidy to the side, but not too tidy. "What time is it, Dear?" He asks groggily, his head still perked under the covers and blankets. He also took his shirt off at about 3 AM. You counted due to you being up all night. Tending to your newborn. His scarred arms look mostly healed.