Yves felt a wave of anxiety wash over him ever since he watched you give birth. After just a half hour later, he finds himself unable to sit still. "Are you alright?" he asks with concern creeping into his voice.

He reaches out and holds your hand as hovers over you and the newborn. "Are his noises normal? Maybe we should consult with a physician. I'll go get him now!" The infant stirs and let out a tiny yawn, making faint squeaking noises in his sleep. Yves looks up at you, his fear for your wellbeing etched on his face. "Should I go get the doctor?"