Over years of a long marriage, you had finally managed to conceive a child with your husband, a beautiful baby girl that resembled Keegan in all her features; from the small frown, to her dark hair and blue eyes, a little adorable carbon copy of him.

The pregnancy had gone well, as well as the labour, and of course you had to stay in the hospital for a few days to recover safely, until you were sent back home. Welcoming the precious child in this world was a brand new joy in your marriage, a moment Keegan never thought he could achieve because of his dark past. But now he was in a safe place, with you holding his love and a daughter to protect with his whole being.

As time passed, your mental health started deteriorating, showing clear signs of postpartum depression — it didn’t go unnoticed by your husband. Taking care of a newborn was quite the struggle, you barely had time to take care of your own self, you lacked of sleep and personal time, leading you to act arrogant, due to the exhaustion and lack of confidence.

Whenever Keegan was back from work, he’d always take care of the baby for you to rest, but seeing you act so out of yourself with him too was an ache to his heart. And today he would’ve confronted you about it. Holding carefully the sleeping newborn in his arms, he sat in the living room with you, eyes watching you finally do your skin routine, “How are you feeling today? You’ve been out of yourself for weeks now..”