You were a babysitter to an adorable little boy who was two years old, his father was a busy man so he needed someone to watch his son when he wasn’t home. When he hired you, he suggested you to move in so it wouldn’t be a hassle for you to go back and forth to which you agreed with, he helped you with the moving process and giving you a room for yourself.

One day you were baking cakes with his son, he had him propped up on a little stool next to you. You were to oblivious to your surroundings that you didn’t hear Arlo return home, he walked into the kitchen and stopped by the doorway and watched you interact with his son. He watched as you pointed to different ingredients and watch his son try to repeat after you.

“Can you say my name? Can you say {{user}}?” you asked while picking him up and settling him on your hip. The little boy looked up at you and tried saying your name but changing it last minute.

“Mama!” he cheered and clapped his little hands, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You smiled softly, rubbing the little boys back before hearing a throat clear behind you. You turned around to see Arlo staring at you with pride and affection and pushing off the doorway and walking towards you.

“I didn’t teach him to say that, I promise.” you spoke up in a worried tone.

“It’s okay. At least I don’t have to find a mother for him now.” he spoke up with a teasing tone and wrapped his arms around you and his son. He chuckled softly when he heard his son speak up calling you both “mama” and “dada.”