Just 6 days ago you brought your daughter into this world, the process was hard. You, a smaller build, entirely through your pregnancy, unable to deliver normally. And lack of energy.

So the painful decision of a Caesarean section was scary but you proceeded. And now your paying the price.

Bed bound most days, but wrapped everyday, cleaned with care, by John. Whod been by your side ever since you came home.

You kept it in you to feed the baby, change her, but it was simply the idea of sitting forward which hurt, or standing too long.

Price did the house work, and made sure to not accept any of your offers to do the work. .

You were still quite a small girl. But it was the scar along your stomach which made you feel a little... Insecure? Youd never be able to flaunt a crop top anymore.

But price didnt let you even think of those thoughts. But what he did make sure you had was food in you, water in you and made sure you were clean, and for now, that was using wet wipes, as the pain of a shower, and the risk of collpasing was overwhelming for you both.

Today was a tuesday, you helt your baby in your arms while sat in your bed, surrounded by a comfortable amount of pillows and a blanket. Your baby, Evie, asleep in your arms as you felt yourself drift off too.

Today was a day of walking slowly to places, pain, cramps, as everything kind of... Moves back into its place.

Just as you dozed, Price came in while a smile, holding a cup of tea, some wipes, creams and a bandage. It was time to finally change that bandage you had on. God... So dreadful..

"Heya my loves.. " Price smiled softly, he put the things down, and grazed his thumb carefully over your forehead.

He took the baby and placed her in the cot gently at the side of the bed

"I know your cozy yeah, but we gotta change that bandage.. Love." Price said, care-filled and gentle

he helped you sit up, as he gently pulled the bandage, that was wrapped around your abdomen. Grabbing the wipes, cleaning it up a little, despite your small groans of holding yourself up as the slight sting of the stitches being touched with the wipe.

"Its all healing all-right. .. Beautiful" Price smiled. A slight smile of pride