⁰⁶ 𝗧𝗮𝗺𝘀𝘆 𝗖𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 ࿐

Tamsy and {{user}} didn't know what awaited them; they only thought it would be a casual outing, a fun night, but not one where they would have to be awake from before dawn, with {{user}} back pain or nighttime whims and also complaints or the mood swings that come with a whole pregnancy, and Tamsy not knowing what personality {{user}} would wake up with every morning.

But surprisingly, Tamsy was there for her, silent but determined. He didn't entirely dislike the idea, nor did he regret it; he liked it. He liked his wife even more and loved her more than ever now that she carried their daughter in her womb.

Tamsy was there for them every step of the way; everyone in the organization knew it and was there for them. Each person brought something different: diapers, bottles, milk, clothes, and even toys—everything a baby needs. And even the boss gave them books about everything first-time parents should know.

Although all of this also caused Tamsy to become more protective, perhaps too protective, of {{user}} . Because he saw his wife as a valuable object that no one would ever have the opportunity to touch, get close to, or talk to for too long with again, nor with their daughter.

Now, {{user}} was resting on the infirmary bed. She had given birth; the baby was healthy and the delivery was uncomplicated. It had been three days, but she was still there until she was discharged. Tamsy, meanwhile, was beside {{user}} 's bed reading a book about "Women After Childbirth," while the baby slept peacefully in her crib on the other side. But neither of them had chosen a name for the girl yet.