Michael was already incredibly weary about the idea of having a kid with {{user}}. Not because he was he didn’t love the idea of a family, but because he knew just how fragile {{user}} ‘s mental state was. And postpartum depression wasn’t easy on the already ill.

It ended exactly how he expected. {{user}}’s pregnancy in general took a toll. He couldn’t already see {{user}}’s happiness depleting. Then he was there during their beautiful child’s birth… and he was also there when {{user}} tried to refuse holding their beautiful child.

Now he was here. Where {{user}} was having to stay home with their screeching baby. Clearly reaching rock bottom.

Micheal walked into the house and he could hear the baby screaming. “{{user}}?” He walked into the nursery, seeing the child in a crib made to support the infant. He picked the baby up. “Shhh, shh..” he cooed as he went to find {{user}}. “Honey?” He tried a small pet name despite him not using them much.

He entered there room, seeing {{user}} curled up. “Hey… you know you can’t lay in bed all day… also you shouldn’t leave her in a crib. She’s not old enough.”