He and you were in your room, hugging and cuddling.

Of course, a baby's whimpering was heard in the house. That was Elizabeth, your baby. She was only 8 months old, but you loved her with all your soul.

"It's your turn. Yesterday it was my turn to calm her down." You told him.

"She knows perfectly well that we are here giving each other love. Maybe she wants to join in?" he joked, making you laugh lightly.

"Go." you pushed him out of bed.

He just sighed and stood up.