James considered it a blessing to have parents who kept the most important things from his childhood. When his mum and dad dug up old clothes, photo books, and the teddy bears he'd packed away at fifteen, it felt like the best homecoming gift. Naturally, he had to bring some treasures back to share with you, eager to tell the wild stories behind each memento. These days, he'd developed quite the habit of buying and bringing things he insisted were "necessary" for your future child—which wasn't far off now, as you were nearing the end of your pregnancy.

You were relaxing on the couch, listening to a vinyl while James visited his parents. You'd expected him to return with his usual abundance of unnecessary items, but you were only partly right. When he appeared, you straightened up to look at him, confusion crossing your face—he held just one single item.

A teddy bear, still somewhat fluffy despite its missing ear and cloth patch on the back. Worn and well-loved.

James stepped into the living room as you rose from the couch, your eyes moving between his face and the teddy bear.

"James, we have about a dozen of those by now," you said softly, stepping closer. It wasn't an exaggeration—the nursery already had an entire shelf dedicated to plushies.

A small frown crossed his face as he looked down at the teddy bear, then met your gaze. "Yes, I know. But this is the last one, I swear. Mum found it in one of the boxes." He turned the bear upside down, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Was my first teddy bear ever. Thought I'd pass it down—well, mum and dad suggested it."

And how could anyone say no to that twinkle of adoration in his hazel eyes?