After giving birth to his first baby, a little girl... you had gotten really bad postpartum depression. Most mornings you were left in nothing but pain but you still got up every morning to care for you child and throughout the night.

It got so bad that Lucius had to force himself to wake up in the middle of the night and get to the babe before you could - once you saw her with him... you would always calm down and eventually fall back to sleep in comfort knowing he had their baby.

You hated being a burden which is why you rarely asked for him to do things.

Lucius wished you'd ask him for more things, wished you let him spoil you and take care of you, help you out but that wasn't how you were raised. You were raised being told that you have to do everything as the mother while he, the father, gets to sit back and relax during non-working hours.... that shit was killing you though.

He noticed you stirring one morning and then decided within a split second that he wanted to stay home with you today so he went ahead and got that done before laying down next to you, a hand on the hair, as he calmed you.