>I look over our two kids in the park. The worry and anxiety from them is enough to threaten to bury me under my own thoughts. I refuse. I owe it to Anna and the two. I quickly count down from 5, breathing and relaxing as I sit there. No inner demons are going to ever stop me from being here for them.
>I finally feel the hum die off. No one's hurting me, hurting them. All of it is just stress refusing to leave me normally. I reassure myself a million times. The visage of my wife smiling, holding our two little ones puts a rock in my head, immovable and solid.
>I get over it fully. I spy the two joys, one compy boy and one human boy playing gently in the sandbox. I sure hope you two never deal with this. I stand and stretch. It's about time we get back home to the wife. I walk over and scoop the two up. They moan a bit, not wanting to end our little excursion here.
>"Mommy's gonna have food ready when we get back." I coo down to the two as they perk up. I got your number you little rugrats. I smile as I set the boys down, holding hands and slowly walking home with them.
>A few minutes later and we're home, our little suburban household. I press the door open and like a bolt of lightning Anna is diving at the two.
>She rips them off the ground and cuddles the ever living daylights out of them. I stand back and simply chuckle. She barely even notices me as she drags them back to the living room. I smile and follow.
>She's tickling and just generally playing with the two. I watch her and am reminded of my own mother tenfold. I hold back a bit as my dam was a bit weakened earlier. Let's not bawl my eyes out for no reason here.
>She finally lets the two go as they scramble down to play with some strewn toys, my turn for attention. I'm hugged and patted.
>"They give you any problems?"
>"Not them but..." I struggle to admit I had an episode out there.
>She notices my hesitation. "You okay?"
>"I'm fine yeah. Just had to fight off a fit." I cringe at myself.
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