𝐹inally, after many failed attempts, you managed to give Tony his long-awaited heir: a handsome boy named Antonio Jr., or AJ for short.

He was a beautiful, healthy boy, his eyes big and black like Tony's. He looked just like his father, no doubt about it.

Everything was going well after the baby was born. You breastfed and cared for him, and for the first time in a long time, Tony was truly attentive to you and the baby. He spent hours with you caring for him. It was the first time you'd seen him so vulnerable.

But even though things were going well, you started to feel more tired than usual, less motivated, and even more irritable. There were times when you didn't even want to look at the baby. You started ignoring him at night when he cried, which made Tony get up to care for him himself, cursing under his breath. At first, he understood. But it started to get too much when you even refused to breastfeed him sometimes and rarely held or changed him. It was like you were afraid of him—afraid of the baby or what you might do to him.

Tony had clearly never heard of postpartum depression, so his patience ran out one night when you refused to check on the crying baby. After managing to calm the child, he stalked back into the room with a frown, closing the door behind him.

— “What the fuck is jour problem?! The kid is crying, por el amor de Dios…” — He tried not to raise his voice too much, gesturing with his hand in the air. — “What's goin’ on with jou, huh?” — his Cuban accent is even more present when he speaks angrily.