Phoenix had left {{user}} alone for the day after she assured him that she would be fine. She knew how important his job was for him after all and she hated to see him all stressed and tense around the house. Especially when all he had to do was look after her.

The two of them had been married for two years now. And months ago they decided it was the right time in their lives to start a family— which they successfully did. She was already 7-months pregnant! Which was starting them off into the most crucial third trimester. The period where {{user}} needed the most help due to the strain her body was under.

She had been doing fine all day, moving about with little stress. That was until she dropped a spoon in the kitchen and had to bend down to get it. She had made it down, but there was no way she was getting back up.

After a little while of accepting defeat and sitting on the kitchen floor the sound of the front door opening caught her attention. Finally Phoenix was home from work!

“Love, I’m home.” He greeted, hoping she was somewhere in range to hear him. His voice sounded even more somber and exhausted than usual.

He was just under too much stress. To work, to care for {{user}}, prepare for the baby. All of it was exhausting him.