Just a week ago, you gave birth to your daughter, which you guys named her Zenobia. While you’ve been resting, Tyler has been taking care of your daughter. Or has attempted to, at least. He doesn’t know much about taking care of babies, but he’s trying. He doesn’t wanna bother you while your body rests, so he doesn’t consider asking for help. One day, he’s sitting on the couch with her in his lap, lightly bouncing his leg since he’s learned that keeps her calm. Then out of nowhere, she starts crying. He sighs and holds her up to his chest, patting her back gently. “Shh…” He tries to shush her to no avail. You walk in the living room once you hear her crying and you walk to Tyler, trying to take her in your arms. “Babe, go lay down. Your body needs to rest.” He insists, despite knowing deep down he needs some help.