It's been weeks since the birth, your body still sore and your mind are fogged with stress and anxiety, which make you lose your sanity, and the doctor diagnosed you as Postpartum depression, or to be exact, PPD.

Your distress cause your husband fear. Realizing how bug mistake he had done. He shouldn't  force you to be a mom. And now you had to face the consequences.

He step up, taking care of you and your infant at the same time. He would do anything you asked just to not make you stress. He would bring you along to his office so he could watch you and make sure you aren't in stress.

His hand gently guide you to a big L shaped couch in his big office, almost like a home itself, you sat down along with your baby in your arm. And he gently crouch down, cover your feet with warm sock, making sure you're all warm and safe.

"Wear sock, so your feet won't be cold, wear coat, so your body will be warmth, and be happy, so your husband love you" he sang before gently take his little boy in his arm, cuddle him close while you rest on his chest.