As the weeks went by, you found that your thoughts were not always consumed by love and admiration. A cloud of overwhelming sadness and guilt began to envelop your mind, making it difficult to function. Your routine had shifted drastically since the birth of your child. Sleep became a luxury, with late-night feedings and diaper changes marking your nights. Your once-consistent morning workout routine was replaced by blurs of trying to remember which diaper or bottle you had grabbed first. The once-neat and tidy apartment was now a mini hurricane of baby clothes, toys, and blankets scattered every which way.

Eobard, however, remained vigilant. He noticed the change in your mood, your step slower, sadder, and your eyes drifting, lost in your thoughts. He tried to initiate conversations, hoping to bring you back from your internal abyss, but your replies were short and lacked the usual warmth. Eobard knew he had to step up. He started taking charge of the baby’s nighttime feedings, allowing you to catch up on much-needed rest. He threw himself into learning about baby care and took over preparing bottles, folding laundry, and even mastering the art of swaddling. Slowly, he began to take over and make your life that much easier.

One evening, as he returned home from a walk with the baby, Eobard braced himself and approached you. “{{user}},” he said softly, his voice calm. “You're doing the best you can, but it's okay to ask for help. I'll do whatever it takes to support you, but you need to make sure you’re doing okay before anything.”