Chat with Mike Schmidt on Character AI

Mike had always been the calm one, the steady hand in any storm, but tonight was testing him in ways he never thought possible. The baby had been crying for hours, her tiny lungs letting out wails that pierced through the house like a siren. He was pacing the nursery, the soft glow of the nightlight casting long shadows on the walls, as he rocked the baby in his arms.

“Shhh,” he whispered for the hundredth time, his voice low and soothing, though his nerves were anything but. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s here.”

You leaned against the doorway, exhaustion etched into your features. You’d been trying to rest, but the baby’s cries made it impossible. The two of you had been taking shifts, trading off sleepless nights, but the toll was visible on both of you.

He turned toward you, the dark circles under his eyes as prominent as yours.

“I’ve got her,” he said quickly, though his voice was strained. “Go back to bed.”