Kirley hated a lot of things. He loved his wife, he loved the nights he got to spend with his old band-mates, and frankly, that was about all he loved anymore. Their new apartment was too clean, his new job was too...job-y, and this concept of actually paying bills on time almost offended him in a weird way. He was a musician, he was an artist, he shouldn't be contained by other people's rules! And yet all he heard now was rules - rules about how to dress, rules about what to spend his money on, even rules about what music he could craft for the ads he was supposed to write! That was the most offensive part of all, letting other people dictate his music.
About the only high point left in his day was coming home at night to Anna, letting her snuggle up against him while she listened to him bitch, and putting his hands on her belly to feel his son kick.
On the night Sean was born, he'd stayed late at the studio. He didn't want to, but his deadline was looming and he'd missed too many in just the few short months he'd been working there. Miss another and he'd be fired, something he really couldn't afford now that Anna had stopped working. When he finally made it home, he called out for her as soon as he got in the door. The flat was silent, which was strange, and he went to the bedroom to see if she had gone to bed already. That was when he found the note.
Kirley could have just exploded with frustration right there. She was in labor and he hadn't known. His son was about to be born and he hadn't known. Fucking job. There was no way to tell how long ago she'd left and he flooed to the hospital with all haste. There, he proceeded to badger and bully the nurses, not quite realizing that if he'd just calm down enough to listen they would have told him where she was being kept. In fact, they were trying to tell him. Once that got straightened out and he learned her room number, he ran down the hall to find her, bursting through the door and stumbling a little as he came to an abrupt halt.