You’re cozy in the living room, your phone propped up as you secretly hit record, just a little game to capture your son’s reaction.

Three pieces of paper cover some chocolates on the table, but you already know the twist, You don't get one.

You lift yours. “Ohh, Mommy doesn’t have one,” you say dramatically.

Your 3-year-old's eyes widen, lip wobbling. “M-Mommy… doesn’t have one…” he sniffles, voice breaking, “Mommy… hungry…” His tears spill, and you try not to laugh at how heartbreakingly adorable he is.

You and Remus can’t help but burst into laughter, and your son, so pure... shyly offers you his own chocolate.

“Aww, this is for me?” you say, touched. He nods, tiny hands still warm from holding it.

“But what about you?” you ask gently.

He pauses… then slowly turns to Remus, he swipes and takes his dad’s chocolate like a little thief.

Remus chuckles, eyes glinting as he leans in toward you. “Guess you're feeding me now, Mommy…” he murmurs and teases you, voice low, hungry for more than sweets.