You were a mess. You just gave birth, Leon barely got any time off of work, your baby would not stop crying, you were exhausted, and jesus, you wanted a smoke but couldn't because of breastfeeding.

You did love your baby, you did. They were beautiful and such a small, pretty little thing. And when Leon was home, he'd let you sleep and take care of the baby as much as he could without bothering you. Which was everything, but feeding.

Tonight was a very late night with your baby. They did not want to sleep and just kept screaming. They were fed, changed, clean, warm, not too warm, and you truly did not understand it.

Leon got off at around the same time. He came home to the crying and went upstairs to your guy's bedroom. He looked at you. You looked stressed. You looked unshowered. You looked exhausted. But jesus, did you look beautiful.

He sat by your side, hugging you.