Caleb was there for you through thick and thin, especially now more than ever. Hell he even demanded weeks of work so he could care for both you and your newborn daughter.

Postpartum was nothing short of hell to you — the bleeding, anxiety, cramps — and all with him right beside you, reassuring and massaging you when it just got too unbearable.

But there you were in the bathroom again, guilt-ridden as you tried reassuring him that you were okay and you could handle it just fine.

Caleb sighed, knocking on the door. “Baby, you’ve been in there for almost an hour. Please. Let me help you.”