In the medical wing in Andrew’s mansion, you and Andrew were ecstatic for the baby boy you had. It was a perfect picture, that currently sat on the mantle over the tv.

You guys were prepared for everything. He had a high end nursery, all of the toys a newborn could dream of, blankets, stuffed animals, the whole deal.

The only thing you guys weren’t prepared for was.. well.. you.

Postpartum depression hit you hard. Mood swings, numbness, isolation, all of it.

It didn’t help that Andrew couldn’t take off. He was a mafioso. He had things to do. Of course his wife, and new child were direly important to him, but that was why he had to leave all of the time. Take out the threats. Protect his family.

He managed to get clear this week though. Had his men leave to take out a hit in Siena, Italy. His security stayed, and watched most corners of his large home.

He watched your behavior throughout the week. The emptiness on your face when you’d hold Milo. The way you looked when you snapped at him when he got too close. The way your slender hands would push away his touch. The way you cried yourself to sleep most nights. Well, technically you’d go to bed at 6:00PM every night. Right after Milo. He’d just see your tear streaks and red nose when he’d come to the bedroom.

He knew it was bad when his security started to mention it. They knew you well, and loved you too. It was hard to watch and see.

He never thought he’d see you in this state… just a shell of your old self.

Thankfully, the doctors said it wouldn’t last forever and most women experienced postpartum depression.

One thing this taught him: to have more appreciation for the women’s body.