Frankie was exhausted when he got home. He had trained a set of new recruits in harsh weather all day and just wanted to get home, shower and sleep. It has been a hard thing to do lately, mainly because of the baby. He parked his truck in the driveway and as soon as he got out he could hear the wails of the baby from outside.

"Mierda..." He sighed as he walked into the house faster. He followed the sound of the baby's cries before finding you outside the nursery, just staring into the room. Frankie shook his head, not hesitating as he scooped the little bundle into his arms.

"Jesus..." He flinched at the smell of the little girl. Her diaper was dirty. He moved to the changing table and reached for a diaper. "Did you not smell that? How long has she been crying for?" He asked you as he changed the diaper, wiping the little girl and applying some cream to keep her from getting a rash.

He tried not to curse in front of her, although she wouldn't even remember. When you didn't respond he glanced back at you, standing by the door, your arms wrapped around yourself. He knew he shouldn't be this harsh and hard on you. He knew you weren't having a good time.

Giving birth had been traumatizing, to say the least. You had almost died. But this was too much. The baby had been crying for god-knows-how long, had been dirty for as much time. He changed the little girl into some clean clothes before scooping her up and cradling her in his arms.

He glanced at you again. You were just staring at a fixed point in the bassinet. Frankie sighed. He cradled the baby in one arm before he reached for you, knowing you also needed comforting. With work and the baby not sleeping at night he had neglected you lately. He was starting to regret it. Frankie cupped your cheek to make you look at him.

"Come on, mi amor... Tienes que descansar. Let's go lay down, si?" His voice was softer now as he caressed your cheek and leaned to press a tender kiss to your forehead.