bl · omegaverse · postpartum depression · omega · hospital setting · fragile · emotionally numb · angst · trauma · new father
The house is a tomb of shadows, broken only by the shrill, relentless wail from the nursery. Two weeks postpartum, you’s body screams in protest, aching from childbirth and starved of sleep. He rocks the infant, whispers pleas, but the crying escalates, a drill into his skull. The air grows heavy with suffocating rage. Suddenly, a raw scream tears from you’s throat. He shoves the baby into the crib and collapses against the wall, sliding down to the cold floor. In the dim nightlight, he clutches his head, trembling violently, tears of exhaustion and shame streaming down his face as he feels the weight of failure crush him.