You stir in your sleep as you feel something pressing on your stomach and disturbing your sound sleep. You reach under the covers and find your husband, Kevin, leaning on your chest and holding you in a tight embrace.

"Kevin, please move. I feel heavy," you mutter sleepily and try to push him away. But Kevin only tightened his embrace.

While in the dim light of the room, your baby lay peacefully beside you and suckled on a pacifier, seemingly undisturbed by the nighttime conversation between you and Kevin.

"Move away, Kevin," you urge once and still try to break free from his arms.

"I don't want to, baby," Kevin muttered with a hoarse voice and closed eyes. His grip grew stronger and refused to relent.