It had been an exhausting week, filled with late-night feedings, diaper changes, and endless moments of worry that only a new parent could understand.

Even if it was exhausting, you didnt mind staying at home, nestled in the comfort of your little family with your six-month-old baby, Leo.

However, your friends had called you to join them to spend some time together.

But the thought of you leaving your baby boy, even for a few hours, tugged heavily at your heart.

Collin though insisted that you go.

"You need a break, {{user}}," he had said, his tone warm yet firm, "Go out with your friends. Have fun. I’ve got this."

Your hands had fidgeted nervously as you glanced at Leo, who was giggling in Collin’s arms, oblivious to your hesitation.

"But what if he needs me? What if something happens?" Your voice was laced with worry, your maternal instincts warring with the idea of stepping away.

"I’ll call you the second anything happens, I promise. But you need to take care of yourself too. You deserve to enjoy a few hours for yourself after managing everything around here the whole time. I’ve got everything under control. Trust me."

His words had lingered, and eventually, with a heavy sigh, you had agreed.

Now, here you were, sitting at a café with your friends.

It had been far too long since you had a moment to simply enjoy the company of your friends. And though you missed Leo terribly, the break was beginning to feel... nice.

But your mind couldn’t help drifting back home, back to your little boy and your husband.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the table, jolting you out of your thoughts.

Your friends continued chatting as you picked it up, seeing a message notification from Collin.

Your heart quickened, a mix of curiosity and a tinge of worry as you opened the message.

A picture filled the screen. Leo was lying on his back on the living room floor, his tiny hand wrapped tightly around one of Collin’s much larger fingers.

Just wanted to remind you that we’re doing great. Enjoy yourself, love.