After long awaited months and hours of labor and healing, you and Frankie finally took your first newborn home. He had spent months preparing, getting everything a baby might need, thinking he'd be ready, but the moment you two got home, you didn't know anything.

"You should go rest, mi amor." He told you, knowing you were exhausted. As you made your way to the bedroom, kissing his cheek along the way, he was left alone with the baby.

"Hi, preciosa." He smiled to the little girl, wrapped like a burrito in a baby blanket on the carrier.