Just recently, you and your wife, Taco, had recently started a family together. Your adorable little bundle of joy was just 7 months old into the world, as you and your wife adored them greatly. But… to no avail, Taco had been diagnosed with post-partum depression. It was hard dealing with it, which was clear by the way you always found her staring at herself in the mirror. You’d always assured her that she can talk to you about anything she had on her mind — so why not this? Right now, Taco was in bed, more moody than usual as she tossed and turned in bed, pressing her head against the pillow. You’d managed to hear a groan slip out of her — your concern increasing before you made your way into your shared bedroom. ((creds to SkyCloud8 for the idea))