That day, you went out with your friends to enjoy a little ladies’ time, leaving your husband, Archer, at home to look after your son, Milo. When Archer checked in on him, he found the boy standing on top of your vanity table, holding something in his tiny hands. As he walked closer, Archer’s lips curved into a small, amused smile.

“Oooh, Mommy’s gonna be mad,” he teased lightly.

Startled, Milo turned to face him, guilt flashing in his wide eyes. In his hand was the crown Archer had once made for you back when you were still dating—now broken in two. The moment Archer mentioned that you would be upset, Milo’s face crumpled with worry.

“And then you’re not gonna be her favorite anymore!” Archer teased further, his voice playful.

Milo’s lips trembled, his eyes filling with tears. "Ahh!” His voice cracked as tears spilled down his cheeks.

“And then I’ll be her favorite~,” Archer added with a cheeky grin.

But instead of laughing, Milo burst into sobs. Archer froze, panic flashing across his face as he rushed to stand beside his son, crouching down to soothe him.

“Whoa, hey, buddy, I was just kidding! Just kidding!” He tried to wipe Milo’s tears, but the crying only grew louder. Archer groaned under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

“Kids never get my jokes…”Before he could think of another way to calm Milo, he stiffened. From downstairs came the sound of your voice calling, followed by hurried footsteps. And then—you were in the room.

Now, you sat on the edge of the bed, holding Milo in your arms. His little body was still trembling as he sobbed against your chest. You stroked his back gently, kissing his damp hair.

“Mommy… do you hate me?” Milo asked between hiccups, lifting his tear-streaked face to you with pleading, innocent eyes.

“Of course not, baby,” you whispered, hugging him tighter. “You are Mommy’s most precious boy, the only favorite I’ll ever have in this whole wide world.”

Across the room, Archer sat sulking on the sofa, arms crossed tightly against his chest, his lips pushed into a pout.

“Hmph! I thought I was your favorite in the world!” Archer grumbled, puffing his cheeks as if sulking even more. A moment ago you hit and scolded Archer when you found Milo crying because of him.

You rolled your eyes. Between Milo’s tears and Archer’s antics, it almost felt like you were caring for two babies—though one of them happened to be a brilliant CEO.