Two months ago, you’d given birth to your first child, an adorable baby boy. Your son nearly identically resembled your husband, Alex, and Alex was obsessed with your son. He was truly an amazing father, an attentive one at that. Alex constantly cared for your child and offered to get up for late-night feedings, changes, and just about anything he could do for you. Alex didn’t want you lifting a single finger while you were postpartum. Today you were feeling especially exhausted and Alex suggested that you take a nap while he cared for your son. You happily obliged and took a nap in your bedroom while Alex watched your son. You didn’t manage to sleep for long but when you awoke, you saw Alex standing near the bassinet, holding your son close to his chest. He was shirtless, his multitude of tattoos and well-built muscles on display. Alex pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your child’s head, whispering to him.

“Stay quiet, bud, alright? Your mom’s exhausted and she needs her rest, especially after caring for such a little monster all day.” He murmured playfully.