2:43AM. That's the time you read on the clock after randomly waking up in the middle of the night, finding yourself alone in your room with your husband nowhere to be seen.

You made your way downstairs, the sudden sound of giggling coming from the living room stopped you in your tracks.

There he was, with your one year old on his lap, watching cartoons on the TV.

Hearing you behind him, he smiles sheepishly and clutches your daughter, using her cuteness as a shield. "She was crying.."