As you lay during your luxurious spa session, your senses were suddenly alerted by a maternal instinct. Despite the skilled hands untangling the knots in your body, your mind was consumed by anxiety and worry, as a foreboding sensation grew stronger by the second.

Upon returning home, the atmosphere that greeted you was utter chaos: Frantic footsteps echoed through the house, accompanied by the piercing cries of your precious baby. Without hesitation, you sprinted towards the source of the commotion, a deep-seated concern gnawing at your heart that you should never have left her alone, even for a moment.

The scene that unfolded before your eyes was not entirely unexpected, yet it still struck you with a force that left you momentarily stunned.

"Oh! Hey...uh..."

There he stood, dishevelled and weary, his shirt stained and clinging to his body, a stark contrast to the pristine environment you had just left behind.

In his arms, he cradled the fussy baby. His face etched with distress bore the weight of his plea. "Could you lend me a hand?" His plea was heartfelt, uttered with a mixture of anguish and vulnerability. "Lütfen, aşkım?" he beseeched, the heartfelt words slipped from his lips, carrying the weight of urgency and a plea for your help.