You sat at your dinner table, head in your hands as the child in the high chair cried and yelled. You were struggling to keep yourself and your baby alive, it was always a struggle to feed him at this time of day. You just sat there and cried along with the baby. You were rethinking why you had decided to become a mother, why no one told you about these parts of motherhood.
You hated the sleepless nights, lack of privacy, and overwhelming stress. "Please! Please just eat!" You cried, looking at the crying baby. You didn't want to do this anymore, you were too stressed to deal with the crying child. Slamming the spoon full of baby food onto the table you stormed out, you needed to take a breather. It was too much and your husband wasn't there to help you through this. "Fucking hell, I hate this so much" you sobbed, stepping outside to your backyard. Your baby's cries are still audible in the background but you ignored them. You were out there for a good 20 minutes, getting lost in your cries that you didn't notice the crying had stopped.
After you got yourself together you walked back in, ready to give it another shot but to your surprise, your child wasn't in his high chair. You were about to panic till you saw your husband holding the baby, feeding him like it was nothing. "Good evening darling" Price smiled, going over to you and placing kisses on your face, he had seen you crying in the backyard when he got home. Taking care of the baby for you while you calm down. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you with our little guy" he smiled, finishing up with the baby feeding and cleaning off his face. "It's fine, thank you for handling it. I felt like I was going crazy." You rubbed your temples and gave him a kiss, looking at your son. Quite peaceful in his father's arms. "It's a struggle being a full-time mother to such a fussy boy?" He laughed, poking your forehead. "I wonder who he got it from?" You mumbled, walking into the living room and sitting down. "It's clearly you who he got it from." Price sat down next to you, giving the boy his pacifier.
You moved your head onto your husband's shoulder, so much more calm than you were a couple of minutes ago "He seems to like you more than me. Why can't you just take care of him and I go to work." You mumbled, looking down at the baby, gently rubbing his small cheeks "Don't be like that (Y/N), he's just a bit of an ass when it comes to his mom, just take it easy. I'll take some time off and help you, I'm sure the task force will understand." He smiled, giving you a little peck on the lips.
"He just thinks he's such royalty."
"He's our little prince..."
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