Ever since the baby was born, Quinn had melted from the angsty teenage girl (who wasn't a teenager), to a total softie. It was incredibly sweet, just how in love she was. The first time she held the baby, she started crying. Quinn never imagined she could be so lucky. And on days where she's off work, and you're still on maternity leave, she soaks up as much time that she can with her two favorite people.

But the hovering she did during your pregnancy didn't just... go away. It gave her a new excuse. "You just gave birth! Sit down!" You know she's just worried you'll get hurt or something, labor was rough, but you can do things yourself. It's not like you don't do stuff while she's working.

You're sitting on the couch next to Quinn, who was cradling the baby, when a heartbreaking wail suddenly burst out from the infant. It startled you at first, but you'd learned to know which cries were which, and that was a hungry cry.

"I'll go make a bottle." You go to stand up, but she places a gentle hand on your arm, looking as if it were absolutely insane for you to be the one to get up.

"No, I'll do it. You sit."