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I was out at the grocery store, picking up a few things we needed at home.
My husband, Corbyn, was at home with our baby girl. He got home from tour about two weeks ago and he has made sure to spend as much time possible with our ten month old baby.
Honestly, I don't think he's gotten much sleep. When she wakes up and cries in the middle of the night, he reassures me that he's got it and he sits in the rocking chair in her room to rock her back to sleep. He always ends up falling asleep in the chair with her on his chest.
Eventually, I finished shopping and paid, then went home.
When I arrived home, the sight I saw was not a pretty one.
Corbyn was sprawled out on the couch, shirtless, with his arm covering his eyes.
I could tell he was asleep, so I took the groceries into the kitchen quietly.
The kitchen was an absolute mess. There were cleaning products all over the counter and there was coffee spilled on the counter and the floor.
I set the groceries down and then went upstairs to check on our daughter.
She was asleep in her crib looking peaceful as ever. Her room was clean and it looked pretty much untouched.
I smiled and went downstairs to see Corbyn waking up.
"Good morning," I said, sarcastically.
"Fuck," he muttered, looking up at me as guilt filled his eyes.
I sat down and combed my fingers through his messy hair.
"Wanna tell me what the hell happened?" I asked, smiling at him.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, letting his head fall onto my shoulder in defeat.
"Hm?" I asked.
"I..I'm the biggest idiot in the world, I'll clean the kitchen and I ca-"
I cut him off with a sweet kiss on the lips.
"Honey, slow down. I'm not worried about the kitchen, I'm worried about you," I informed.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. You overwork yourself and your face has exhaustion written all over it. I just wanna know what happened while I was gone."
"Well...I got up and got her dressed and everything and I brought her downstairs with me while I was making myself coffee. I set her on the counter next to me and she was laughing at me while I was pouring the coffee and it was the cutest thing ever. I finished my coffee and let it cool and once it was cool enough, I put a little tiny bit on a spoon and let her have some. Which was stupid, I know, but she liked it and she was clapping and smiling and it was so cute, I couldn't help it. I was drinking my coffee and answering some texts while she was in her high chair. She started making noises and reached out to me, so of course I picked her up. We were standing by the window and I was pointing out some bird to her, but then she just threw up all over me, so that's why the kitchen and the coffee and everything is a mess. I cleaned it up the best I could and I cleaned her up and put her down to sleep, but...I don't know...everything's just a mess, I'm sorry,"he explained, his big blue eyes becoming glassy.
"Sweetheart, it really isn't that big a deal. She just threw up some coffee, it's really not the end of the world."
"I know, but...I can't help but feel like I hurt my baby. I feel like she doesn't like me. I mean, she always wants you and when I try to put her back to sleep in the middle of the night, she just cries. I can't help but feel like i'm a bad father," he admitted, looking down.
"You are not a bad father, Corbyn. Not at all. You get up every single night to rock her back to sleep. You literally let her vomit all over you. Listen, neither of us are perfect parents, we're still getting used to this parenting thing. I know she loves you, Corbyn," I said.
He smiled and pulled me into his lap, kissing me passionately.
We stayed on the couch, kissing and enjoying each other presence, but we were interrupted by our daughter's cries.
"Come on, we got this," I smiled, pulling him upstairs with me. 
We walked into her room and Corbyn gently picked her up, rocking her in his arms.
"Sing to her, Corbs," I said, walking over and resting my head on his shoulder.
He started to softly sing one of his own songs and sure enough, she stopped crying and smiled, clapping her small hands together.
Corbyn smiled and looked back to me, instantly kissing me, which made our daughter giggle.
"Welcome to fatherhood, I always knew you'd be a great dad," I said as I watched him set our daughter down in her crib.
Corbyn laced our fingers together and we went downstairs to clean up the mess and out the groceries away.
The rest of the day we spent with our daughter. Corbyn sang to her and we went to the park and then watched some Disney movies until she fell asleep.
Corbyn took her to her crib and I climbed into our bed and turned the light off, ready to go to sleep.
Corbyn came back and laid next to me, but he pulled me on top of him.
"I was thinking earlier," he said.
"hm, about what?"
"I was thinking that maybe you and I could make baby number 2...?" he questioned, biting his bottom lip.
I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"And when would you like that to happen?" I asked.
"I mean, she's asleep and we're here, alone, together, in the dark. So, now would work for me," he smirked.
"Well then, let's make a baby, I guess," I smiled.
I crashed my lips onto his and we made it through the night without waking up our first child.

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