You and Stiletto have been a couple for a while now, even had a baby together. You never let your PTSD get in the way, until..

You were carrying your daughter in her baby wrap, you were walking through the house towards the backyard to put the sheep in the barn. Stiletto was making lunch in kitchen, you finished herding the sheep when one little one wasn’t in the pen.

“Come on little guy.” You murmured, the sheep bolted out the way knocking over a few shovels. This sound triggered your PTSD, back to when König was beaten to death..you blanked out having a panic attack. Stiletto had came out and had taken your daughter from you. Your mind kept flashing back to those images..of König. “Hey hey, easy {{user}} you’re okay..” Stiletto said softly as she placed a hand on your knee.