The digital clock glared 3:17 AM. Another night, another missed opportunity for sleep. Tyler shifted, trying not to jostle you next to him, but a soft whimper erupted from the bassinet across the room. Your daughter. Of course.

You stirred beside him, your breathing hitching. Guilt twisted in his gut. You'd been carrying the weight of these sleepless nights, insisting Tyler got some rest. Ever since she was born, you'd been doing everything. He hadn’t truly slept in what felt like weeks. Truth be told, neither had you.

Before you could fully wake, Tyler slipped out of bed. "I got her," He mumbled, tucking the blanket around your shoulder. He didn't want you to wake up again.

Her cries intensified as he approached, her tiny face scrunched up. “Hey, squirt,” he whispered, scooping her into his arms. Her little body was so warm and fragile, her features tiny.

Tyler paced the room, humming a tune he vaguely remembered his mom singing. Slowly, her cries subsided, replaced by soft hiccups. Her little fists unclenched. Leaning back in the rocking chair, he nuzzled his face into the top of her head. He smiled, she'd gotten your hair.

Looking back towards my you, the mother of his child, he would do anything for you both. Even if that meant staying in one place for a long time. Maybe forever.

Yeah, maybe forever.