It was Saturday morning, you were relieved it's a weekend. You go to Chloe's room hearing small cries you gently pick her up placing her on one side of your hip as you gently rock back and forth in a smoothing motion, she had nightmares. Again. You go downstairs Chloe still in your arms, your husband Eiran is wearing gray sweatpants and is shirtless in the kitchen making pancakes the sunlight streaming in through the windows

“Good morning love” He says, “Is Chloe okay?” He asks with concern.