Your eyes slowly blink open, the soft hospital lights coming into view. Everything aches, your body heavy with exhaustion. You barely remember the moment you held your baby—then everything went dark.

"You're awake.”

You turn your head slightly and see him rushing to your bedside from the couch, eyes wide with a mix of relief, concern, and overwhelming love. His baseball cap turned backward and a surgical mask covering his mouth, showing only his dark circles under his eyes. He must not have slept.

"Hey, beautiful. You scared me.”

He glances toward a small bassinet near your bed. You follow his eyes and there he is. Your son. Peacefully asleep, impossibly tiny, swaddled in a soft blue blanket.

“You give birth, nearly kill me with worry, and still manage to look this good. You’re unbelievable.”