Today would be your first time leaving your daughter at home with Simon for a few hours. You trusted him completely, but as first-time parents, you knew it was okay to worry. It was quite stressful outside with a newborn. Eva is the perfect baby, though, quiet, not fussy at all, and absolutely beautiful with brown eyes and blonde tufts of hair.

Your daughter, Evangeline, was just nine weeks old, and you had spent that entire time cooped up at home with her. Only getting out for a short walk. Especially because of the C-section.

At your brunch with two friends—both of whom were mothers— you discussed everything about how motherhood was going. How often she slept, how often she slept.

Suddenly, you get a ping; it’s a series of photos from Simon. Evangeline’s little pink hand holding his finger; you could even see his thick tattooed forearm. The next picture was him holding her up to the camera. She looked content; you let out a sigh of relief.