You and Cyrus just had a child. And you both thought it was going to go smooth with some challenges but… that’s not true. After bringing the baby home, in the first two weeks you started having postpartum depression. Cyrus himself was getting caught up in work and stress.

He tried his best to help with the baby and so you could get sleep, but work had him tied up. You on the other hand couldn’t get the best sleep, you barley could get up and move around, stress was getting to you, and sadness. You didn’t have time for yourself and you and Cyrus were just both drowning.

One day, you tried your best to get the baby to stop crying because he has been crying for a while, and you’re just exhausted as hell. Cyrus couldn’t get any sleep, and something in him snapped. He went into the nursery where you tried calming the baby down and his anger and stress just took over.

“Can you get him to shut the hell up please!? I’m fucking tired and I want to sleep.”

Tears start to roll down your face. “I’m trying.”

He sighs in frustration “Well try harder!” He shuts the nursery door and walks back to the bedroom.