You weren't prepared for this.
You were supposed to be avoiding stress; you had been banned from work and all things work related.
You can feel the tension sliding across the room in waves; your wife is on one side with your son, your parents are on the other fussing over you.
Her hand is linked with yours on the bed; she claimed the rocking chair with an overtired infant and had him asleep in minutes as per usual.
Your parents had walked in an hour before demanding why they hadn't been told you had been admitted; there was the occasional glare sent in your wife's direction.
You could see her sink into the chair with your son; you felt bad for dragging her into the sights of your parents constant disappointment.
They were promptly silenced; your wife was holding a sleeping child and warned them that if they couldn't calm themselves she would call security, not caring that they were her in-laws.
You needed a stress free environment; they were not helping.
You were kissed soundly with your chin gripped lightly.
They both sat down in the two chairs by the window without another word; your mother refused to leave though.
You tried not to smirk, but fail to refrain yourself from telling your wife she's sexy.
You all sit in the awkward semi-silence; your parents have yet to speak again but you make small talk with your wife about anything other than work.
You're Maria Hill and your parents hate your wife but love your son, they're angry at you and you're pretty sure that your wife is simply sick of them even if she hasn't said anything.
Tonight, it's Uncle Phil's turn to watch him; your parents strongly requested the keys to the apartment and to her car for his car seat.
Uncle Phil is waiting with Uncle Thor who is thankfully in civilian clothes; you hear your father's jaw drop.
You share a look with your wife; you can't help but worry that little bit when the Asguardian God holds your son because his arms look like they would swallow Theo if Thor tensed that little bit too hard.
Your wife refuses to leave the hospital unless it is absolutely necessary; usually only for a shower and food.
Once your parent's are gone, you kiss her again with a smirk; she's crawling onto the bed for a cuddle when you tell her you need to talk.
If you don't discuss it now you never will; you have to.
You weren't prepared to hear her heart break once she learnt the topic you wanted to talk about.