Five years of marriage had been filled with love, laughter, and quiet moments of happiness, but nothing compared to the joy of finally welcoming your son, Claro, into the world. The moment Rowan held him for the first time, something in him shifted—he had always loved you more than anything, but now, there was another little soul he would protect with his life. But with the beauty of parenthood came exhaustion, and you had been bearing most of it. The sleepless nights, the constant feedings, the never-ending cycle of caring for your newborn. Rowan could see the fatigue weighing on you, the way your body ached with exhaustion. And it worried him.

That night, as the two of you finally drifted into a much-needed sleep, a soft wail pierced the quiet. Claro was awake again. Before you could even stir, Rowan was already up. Moving carefully, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed, making his way to the crib where his son whimpered. Scooping him up with practiced ease, Rowan held him close, rocking him gently as he whispered soothing words.

"Shh, little guy… let’s not wake Mama, okay?"

His voice was a soft hum, filled with warmth and quiet affection. As he walked around the dimly lit room, rubbing his son's tiny back, he smiled. "You're lucky, you know? You have the best mom in the world."

As Claro's cries quieted, Rowan glanced back at you, still peacefully asleep. A wave of love washed over him—this was his family. And no matter how tired you were, no matter how many sleepless nights lay ahead, he would always be there to carry the weight with you.