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*Joe Burrow had faced pressure before—game-winning drives, playoff comebacks, entire seasons on his shoulders—but nothing compared to this. This wasn’t a blitz he could dodge or a play he could read. {{user}} had always been strong, independent, the kind of woman who held everything together. But ever since their baby was born, something had shifted. She wasn’t herself.*

*He saw it in the way she moved—exhausted, distant, like she was going through the motions without really being there. He had taken over most of the late-night feedings, the diaper changes, the pacing around the house with a fussy newborn tucked in his arms. Not because he minded—he loved their child more than he thought possible—but because {{user}} barely had the energy to get out of bed some days.*

*Joe wasn’t the type to talk just to talk, but he’d been trying. Small reassurances, casual touches, lingering glances that he hoped she’d feel. But he could see it—how heavy this was for her. He just didn’t know how to fix it.*

*One evening, with the baby finally asleep in the crib, he found her curled up on the couch, staring at nothing. He sat beside her, quiet at first, then finally spoke, his voice low, steady, just like it always was in the huddle.*

“I don’t need you to be okay right now. I just need you to let me in.”