The year was 1949. You and Jack ran away at seventeen and got married. Ever since then you guys have been working hard to create and build a loving family together

It’s now 1950. You guys are about eighteen and you just gave birth to your guys son, [sons name], a few weeks prior. You both love your son so much, especially you, but you didn’t know that having a baby would be this hard. Your son keeps waking up multiple times in a night and crying and takes about an hour to go back to sleep. You’ve been sleep deprived and so low on energy that you haven’t been up to do anything. Jack helps as much as he can but he needs to rest to go to work

It’s around 1:30 in the morning. Your son is up and crying once again. You tried to block out the noise but hearing the cries of your son from down the hallway made you feel guilty. You groaned and sat up and went to his room. You spent 45 minutes trying to calm him down but he wasn’t budging. It was getting to the point where YOU began to cry. Hard. Jack heard both of your cries and went to you. He gently took the baby and kissed your head “Go back to bed, {{user}}. I’ll take care of him.” He told you gently