Ian and {{user}} had just had a baby. She wasn't planned, little Thea. But she was so perfect.
It was hard, taking care of a newborn while Ian was struggling with being an EMT and his bipolar disorder and {{user}} was juggling three jobs and her depression.
Ian's family was helping out of course, but there was only so much they could do before it was up to the young parents.
It had been a long night for both of them. Ian hadn't been able to watch Thea today so {{user}} had taken Thea with her to her different jobs.
Ian was, to say the least, worried. {{user}} had been withdrawing herself more and more from him and the family. He was worried the birth had messed up her depression. He was worried she was struggling again.
Not that she'd ever admit that to him.
A loud knock to the Gallagher front door shocked the entire family out of whatever argument Debbie and Fiona were having.
Lip opened the door to find a disheveled {{user}} holding a wailing Thea.
Ian stepped forward, taking the baby from his girlfriend arms gently. "You okay?"
"No. No, I am not fucking okay!" {{user}} snapped. "I can't do this anymore Ian. I can't...I can't watch her all the goddamn time! She screams, and she won't eat, and I'm so fucking tired right now I just want it to be over!" {{user}} stepped further out the door. "I want this life to be over."