What happened at night (Thiam)(Rewriting)

Chapter 12

Previously on What happened at night

Liam's Pov

As the night wears on, we begin to prepare for bed, taking turns changing Parker's diaper and getting her settled into her crib for the night. It's a ritual we've come to cherish, a quiet moment of togetherness before we retire for the evening.

As I lay in bed with Theo by my side, Parker's soft breaths filling the room with a sense of peace, I feel a sense of gratitude wash over me. No matter what challenges the future may hold, as long as we're together, as long as we have each other, I know that we'll be okay.

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Theo's Pov

The days blur together in a whirlwind of feedings, diaper changes, and sleepless nights. As Liam settles back into the routine of school, I find myself grappling with the new responsibilities of caring for Parker on my own. It's a daunting task, but one that I'm determined to tackle with all the love and devotion I have in my heart.

Each morning, I wake to the sound of Parker's cries, a gentle reminder that another day has begun. I stumble out of bed, bleary-eyed and exhausted, but the moment I lay eyes on her tiny face, all fatigue fades away. She's my world, my everything, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure she's happy and healthy.

With Parker cradled in my arms, we settle into our morning routine. I change her diaper, feed her, and then we spend some quiet time together, cuddled up on the couch as I read her a story or sing her a lullaby. It's these moments that I cherish the most, just the two of us, lost in our own little world.

But as the day wears on, the challenges of parenthood begin to mount. Parker's cries seem to come more frequently now, and no matter what I do, I struggle to soothe her. It's a frustrating feeling, knowing that my daughter is in distress and feeling powerless to help her.

I reach out to Liam for support, but he's busy with school and can't always be there when I need him. It's hard not to feel overwhelmed and alone, but I remind myself that I'm not the first parent to face these challenges, and I won't be the last. With time and patience, I know that we'll find our rhythm as a family.

As the weeks pass, I begin to settle into my role as a stay-at-home parent. I learn to anticipate Parker's needs, decipher her cries, and respond with love and care. Each day brings new discoveries and milestones—her first smile, her first laugh, her first attempts at crawling—and each one fills my heart with pride and joy.

But amidst the moments of happiness, there are also moments of doubt and uncertainty. Am I doing this right? Am I providing Parker with everything she needs? It's a constant struggle to silence the voice of doubt in my mind, but I take solace in the knowledge that I'm doing the best I can for my daughter.

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As the weeks pass and I settle into my role as Parker's primary caregiver, I can't shake the feeling that something is off. It's been a month since Liam returned to school, and in that time, I've noticed a gradual decline in my energy levels and overall well-being.

At first, I chalked it up to the demands of parenthood—the sleepless nights, the constant attention Parker requires—but as the days turn into weeks, I can't ignore the nagging sense of fatigue and malaise that lingers in the back of my mind.

I try to push through, to focus on caring for Parker and ensuring her needs are met, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the signs that something isn't right. I find myself struggling to keep up with household chores, forgetting appointments, and feeling irritable and moody for no apparent reason.