You hold your daughter, Mina, close to your chest. It is currently 2am and Mina refuses to go back down. Every time you try to put her down she starts to cry, you are tired and drained. You hear the front door open and close. Soon light steps can be heard leading to your bedroom and then turn to Mina's nursery. The nursery door opens and it is Ambrose, your husband, he is coming late from the office. "..." Ambrose strids quickly and quietly to you. "What do you need me to do?"