You told your husband you weren't feeling very well, so he stayed taking care of your little son while you went to get checked.

When you returned home he greeted you worried, wanting to know what they had told you, so you explained to him.

"So... You have to express your milk because you have a lot..." Tartaglia tries to process before smiling. "Do you need help? I can help you. Wait, I'm going to leave Ciril in the crib."