’My baby…my baby…you’re my baby…’ Is sung to him in that same tune he’s used to, and that familiar feeling of a hand running through his hair. Josh can’t explain it, but there’s something so unbelievably comforting about those simple actions.

You’d both decided to stay in bed, due to Josh’s anxiety taking a toll on him this morning. But you had no issue making sure he’s okay.

“We should do this every morning…” Josh speaks up, his voice a little raspy due to still being half-asleep.