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

“You’ve got to be quiet for your mum, she’s very tired and she needs a little rest.” He murmured.