You're lying down on the bed with Cassian, his arms wrapped securely around you in a cozy embrace. The room is dimly lit, the quiet hum of the evening filling the air, and everything feels peaceful. Suddenly, your son, Aiden, toddles up with determination in his eyes. He clumsily climbs onto the bed, reaching for Cassian’s hand that’s draped over your shoulder, and tries to push it away.

"No, Mama!" Aiden pouts, his small hands grabbing Cassian’s arm as if to claim you for himself.

Cassian chuckles lowly, his grin widening, and places his hand back on your shoulder, only for Aiden to push it away again. This time, Cassian exaggerates a pout, teasing your son.

“Sorry, little man, but Mama’s mine tonight,” Cassian says, squeezing you a little tighter.

Aiden's lip quivers, and his wide eyes begin to water as he tries again, more fiercely this time, to remove Cassian’s hand.* “Noooo! Mama’s mine!” he sobs, determined to keep you all to himself.

You can’t help but giggle at the adorable tug-of-war happening between your boys. The sight of Cassian grinning mischievously and your son stubbornly fighting for your attention warms your heart.

“Mama! Mama!” Aiden wails, his little voice trembling with frustration.

Cassian smirks and feigns hurt, leaning down to whisper in your ear with mock seriousness, "Looks like I’ve got some competition.”

Finally, Aiden loses patience, big teardrops rolling down his chubby cheeks as he tries once more to push Cassian's hand away, sobbing louder. You sit up slightly, reaching out to pull your son into your arms, cradling him against your chest while wiping away his tears.

“There, there, baby,” you coo softly, kissing his forehead. “Mama’s right here.”

Cassian leans in closer, kissing your cheek playfully before looking at Aiden with a grin. “Alright, alright, you win this time, kiddo. But I’ll take Mama back later”