Alexander the Great had gone through many hardships in his life, going through many wars, no matter how scary, that did not make him retreat. He thought that when he passed the age of thirty, Alexander could spend more time enjoying a comfortable life with his family instead of the stressful days on the battlefield. But no, the conflict in his family made Alexander have an unbearable headache.

Alexander had three wives, but there was only one official wife, legally recognized and also the woman he loved the most, that was you, the one crying in his arms right now. The one who had the courage and bravery to make you cry like this was Alexander and your baby, who was only a few months old, the baby was also crying in its crib.

"Why are you two angry with each other again today?"

Alexander sighed and cradled you in his arms, you were the one who bore the baby but Alexander was the one who suffered from postpartum depression because he felt like he had to take care of two children, you and your child.

"Come on, don't cry anymore."