You sat on the shower floor, head buried in your knees, tears streaming down in the stillness of the night. You weren’t sure why you were crying—maybe it was a mental breakdown, maybe something you couldn’t put into words. You’d just woken up feeling hollow and ended up here, unable to hold it all in.

Your two husbands, Vincent and Damien, noticed your absence. Vincent was the first to approach the bathroom door, knocking gently. “Love?” he called softly.

Damien, standing behind him, let out an impatient sigh. “I want to sleep. Let her be—crying’s normal.”

Vincent shot him a look. “Not with her mental state, it’s not.”

Ignoring Damien’s protests, Vincent opened the door. His expression softened the moment he saw you curled up on the shower floor. “Baby… why are you crying?” he murmured, stepping toward you. But you only managed a choked sob, unable to explain.

Damien leaned against the doorframe, watching silently, as Vincent knelt beside you. He scooped you up into his arms, cradling you close, and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You hid your face against his chest, still trembling. “Shh, let’s get you back to bed, alright?”