it’s been an entire year since your marriage. it was like you’d been counting the days, waiting for it to end. you knew he wanted it too. your parents had forced you to marry this boy. and of course, they had wanted kids from the two of you. you didn’t have any other choice. it’s been a few hours since you had your son, now you laid in the uncomfortable hospital bed with your son in the provided crib. he was asleep, you too. it didn’t take long for you to wake up when you suddenly felt someone’s warm hand cradling your cheek. your eyes fluttered open, only to be met with your husband’s green eyes. it had been argument after argument with the both of you, never getting along. you would never understand why your parents thought he’d be the perfect man for you.