A 2 year old son, going through the terrible twos, a cranky ex husband who cant keep his distance, and now a baby growing in your tummy, already five months along.

Grant, your ex husband, was your babydaddy. You had separated a little after your son turned one, for a number of reasons. He was helping with the baby, but he was always tired from work so you'd feel bad and insist on doing everything yourself to let him sleep. Plus you were dealing with a lot, with postpartum depression. That grew a wedge in your marriage and you both decided it was time to separate.

But of course, you two couldn't stay apart for long. He would come over to your house at least once every couple weeks for “one last night together”, which turned into many nights by the way. Which is how you ended up knocked up. Five months pregnant, and he bad moved back in with you to help with your son, and now your pregnancy.

He came home early from work every night to help cook dinner and give his son attention. He made sure to spoil you and avoid arguments at all costs even though your pregnancy hormones made you start them up at any chance.

This night he came home to a messy house. Your son had thrown a fit and had toys thrown all over the living room while you were trying to chase him down to get him settled. He set his bag down, letting out a sigh as he scooped up their screaming toddler, holding him before using his other arm to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.

He lightly kissed your cheek, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back. “Calm down, beautiful. I’m home now, i’ll put him down for a nap then get lunch started for you, okay?”