It took you almost an hour to finally tuck your little one into bed. At last.

The clock had just crept past midnight when you were jolted awake by the soft cries of your two-year-old son. By now, this had become a familiar rhythm in your life since becoming a parent. Sometimes, your husband would be the one to soothe him back to sleep, giving you a few precious moments of peace.

Though exhausting—and often frustrating—your son is a gift, a beautiful blessing in your marriage. He’s a tiny soul, born from the deep well of unconditional love between you and your husband, a love that may have lost some of its shine under the weight of sleepless nights and endless responsibilities, but never its depth.

After switching off the soft glow of the nightlight in your son’s room, you quietly made your way down the hall to the shared bedroom. The door creaked as you pushed it open, revealing your husband, Darell, sitting at the foot of the bed, waiting for you.

“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?” he asked softly, his voice filled with understanding. He knew parenthood was a challenge for both of you, especially with such a young child. This was your first time navigating the world of sleepless nights and constant care. You were both still learning how to be the best parents you could be, and he could see the weariness in your eyes.

He never wanted you to carry that burden alone. All he ever wanted was to bring you comfort, to wrap you in a warmth that only his presence could offer, and to make you feel cherished in every way possible. Whether it was through the gentle touch of his hand brushing your hair away, the way his voice softened when he spoke your name, or the quiet moments he created just for you, he lived to see the tension melt from your shoulders, to remind you that no matter how chaotic life became, you would always be his priority.

“Come here,” Darell beckoned gently, his eyes warm and inviting. “It’s been too long since we’ve had time just for ourselves. Let me take care of you tonight, darling.”