RUMOURS【Whispers Of A Rich Girl】

2 - Someone is on a paternity leave

After a long, draining day at the office, Henry was finally able to call it quits and head home.

As he navigated the familiar roads, his thoughts drifted to the two people he couldn't wait to see his wife, Margaret, and their newborn daughter, Ayana.

Pulling up to the enormous mansion he called home (a bit too big, if you ask me), he parked, stretched out his stiff muscles, and stepped inside.

As soon as he closed the door, Margaret greeted him with a warm smile, looking as radiant as ever despite the recent upheaval of becoming a mother.

"Baby, you're back!" she said, wrapping her arms around him.

Henry returned the embrace, leaning into her familiar warmth. "Work was the usual grind-long and tiring," he sighed. "But coming home to you and Ayana makes it worth every minute."

Margaret laughed softly, and after a moment, she stepped back. "Ayana's awake, by the way," she said. "Why don't you go spend some time with her? I'll get started on dinner."

But before she could slip away, Henry reached out and gently caught her sleeve. "Not tonight," he insisted. "You've already done so much. Let me take care of dinner."

"Are you sure?" Margaret asked, concern flickering in her eyes. "You must be exhausted."

"And you just had a baby. You deserve a break far more than I do," he said, squeezing her hand.

"You've been on your feet constantly, and we even have help around the house. Go on-rest."

Margaret surrendered, sinking onto the couch with a sigh of relief. "Alright, if you insist," she said, watching with a grateful smile as Henry disappeared into the kitchen.

Henry's culinary skills may not have matched those of a professional chef, but he put his heart into every dish, crafting a simple but delicious meal.

After dinner, he headed straight to Ayana's nursery. He bathed his tiny daughter with gentle hands, her wide, innocent eyes watching him intently.

(Not to be dramatic, but if you ask me, it would've been better to 'accidentally' let her slip under the water... But I digress.)

Later, with the day winding down, the three of them curled up together, Henry happily sandwiched between the two people he adored most.

He watched Margaret as she started to doze off, the exhaustion of new motherhood apparent in the shadows beneath her eyes.

He knew the nights would be tough, especially when Ayana decided to cry for no reason at all hours.

But he'd already made a promise to himself: when those nights came, he would let Margaret sleep while he soothed their daughter back to sleep.

Now, dear reader, doesn't that make Henry sound like husband material?

A partner who doesn't just watch from the sidelines but actively participates in raising the child they both brought into this world?

Henry wasn't just about grand gestures-he was there in the small, quiet moments too, the ones that built a foundation of love and trust.

He didn't stop at dinner. When he went on paternity leave, he threw himself into fatherhood.

His mornings began with making breakfast for Margaret, bringing it to her in bed so she could enjoy a rare moment of rest.

Next, he'd give Ayana her morning bath, feeding her, and cradling her close while she drifted off again.

Lunch followed soon after, along with dishes and tidying up the house, anything to make Margaret's day a little easier.

Sometimes, he would rub her shoulders and massage her hands, hoping to ease away the aches and fatigue she rarely spoke of.

She'd give him a tired smile, thanking him, and he'd only shake his head, grateful to be there, to help, to love her.

Now, some might say, shouldn't Margaret be doing all of that?

But let's be honest here: childbirth isn't a small ordeal, and postpartum depression, recovery, and fatigue can hit hard.

For Henry, helping around the house wasn't about who "should" do what.

It was about being a partner, taking on the load so she didn't have to bear it alone. Because that's what love looked like to him.

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