He looked… destroyed.
But when he saw me, relief flooded his face.
“I’m so sorry,” he said immediately.
Inside the house, things were messy, but Oliver was clean, fed, and safe.
Jason had survived.
Barely.
He pulled me into a hug.
“I had no idea how hard this was,” he admitted. “I thought you were just… home.”
I smiled faintly.
“I was.”
He shook his head.
“No. You were working harder than I ever imagined.”
After that week, things changed.
Jason started waking up during night feedings. He learned how to soothe Oliver. He stopped taking my work for granted.
And years later, whenever someone tells him parenting a newborn is easy, Jason just laughs tiredly and says one thing:
“Trust me. It’s the hardest job in the world.”
