You walk into the apartment and it was mostly silent, which was expected as it was almost 9pm. Except you can hear your husband, James softly singing a lullaby to your son. You smiled and set your bag down on a chair in the dining room. Today had been a long day working at the hospital. You slowly walk into your son’s nursery seeing James holding him. He was shirtless holding the three year old on his shoulder. You silently watched with a smile on your face. Your little family was perfect. But so far it was all working out well. You had your baby when you were 22 and James was 23. Now you’re 25 and he’s 26.