Postpartum Depression Tw - Blog Posts

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The way Leo looked down at Mira hadn’t gone unnoticed by her mother, how could it when something she wanted so badly for her daughter was for her to have the love from her father that she herself had never gotten? Her entire expression along with the feeling in her chest softening as she watched his expression changed. Everything else might be up for debate but Leo loved Mira and that was the biggest win the new mother could think of.

“You didn’t? Oh Leo! You didn’t have to do that. Thank you.” Leaning over she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, not really thinking about the implication of the move and how it might seem more than platonic with him than it might someone else until her lips were actually against his skin. Still, to be fair the past was that good. And that expensive. “I’m absolutely starving, no one tells you how much you have to eat when you’re breastfeeding, I swear all I’m doing at the moment is stuffing my face.” If Mira was eating then chances are Blake was snacking too, just to keep herself going. And right now carbs were her best friend - it was like Leo had read her mind.

Bouncing Mira gently as the man closed the door she turned around so he could greet the baby properly, shaking her head hurriedly at his words. “We would never do that. I was telling her that daddy was an actor, and he had lots of dark hair just like her, and that’s probably where she got it from. Didn’t I baby? We were talking all about it.” She was touched that he was concerned about swearing in front of her, it was something she didn’t really want to encourage after all, even if she was a matter of days old. Unable to stop a little laugh she looked at him fondly, this wasn’t the man she’d been scared to tell about her pregnancy anymore, this was someone else entirely. “It’s okay, it’s an adjustment that’s for sure, i went to turn the blender on earlier before I remembered she was asleep and if i did that I’d end up with a screaming baby on my hands. It’s mad how quickly everything has changed.” Looking back down at their daughter as she slept all snuggled in her knitted blanket, god she was cute, it was almost too much for Blake’s heart to handle.

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“It’s nothing.” Leo had meant to say, but he swallowed the words when Blake kissed his cheek. If his levels of confusion weren’t already maxed out, he would have questioned it. He nodded as she spoke about her eating habits. Leo’s been... very attentive when it came to Blake’s mannerisms and habits after Mira was born. In short, Leo’s life had been altered because of the changes a woman’s physical and mental health goes through after giving birth. So he read the books, and kept an eye on the mother of his child. 

He felt so dumb at what he had said, and his reaction to it. Mira was only days old and couldn’t understand him. But it still all mattered to him. He wanted to build the right relationship and impression with Mira. Even if she couldn’t even lift her own head.  His eyes lit up when Blake mentioned telling Mira that he was an actor. He hadn’t called himself one in years. He continued to look at them as he just melted all the more when Blake mentioned the similarities of their hair. She really was his daughter. 

Leo had no choice in the matter of becoming a father. But he knew he had the choice whether or not to accept the role. It still shook him when he remembered, if he had gotten drunk enough to forget. Blake’s secret from Leo may have finally came out into the world, but Leo was still keeping secrets. The list he was keeping from his wife was fairly a lot longer than the lists he had with Blake and Ren. But they were secrets nonetheless. But he did not hide his choice in being Mira’s father. Mira was a light that he wanted to show off. Though he was still adjusting his eyes to it. “Yeah it is mad,” He mumbled as his eyes left the image of mother and daughter. There was so much that had to be said, but over the last couple of days and right at this very moment, he didn’t know where to start. “We never really got to talk about it.” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets, in order to do something. “Like what we wanna do... how we feel...” he trailed off and then looked at her face to meet her eyes if she let him.