It’s a cozy Saturday morning. You’re all in matching pajamas — you, Theo, and your little boy, Zayden. The floor’s warm, coffee smells amazing, and everything feels perfect.

Until your two favorite boys start competing.

Zayden toddles over, tiny arms stretching toward you. “Mommy!” he beams, hugging your leg.

You smile. “Good morning, baby.”

Then comes Theo — messy hair, sleepy grin, holding a cup of coffee. He leans down and kisses your forehead. “Morning, beautiful.”

But before you could even reply—

“HEY!”

Both you and Theo turn.

Zayden’s standing there, frowning, pointing dramatically at his dad. “Stay away from my mommy!”

Theo blinks, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

“She’s mine!” Zayden declares, hugging your leg tighter, glaring up at him with all the fury a three-year-old can muster.

You try to stifle a laugh. “Zayden, Daddy’s just saying good morning—”

But Theo’s already smirking. He puts his mug down and crouches, meeting Zayden eye-to-eye. “Actually,” he says teasingly, “she was mine first.”

Zayden gasps like he just heard the biggest scandal of his life. “No! Mommy is mine!”

Theo chuckles. “Sorry, bud. I saw her first.”

“Then close your eyes!” Zayden yells back.

You lose it — laughing so hard you can barely breathe.

Theo glances at you, pretending to pout. “You see this, babe? Our son just friend-zoned me.”

You shake your head, still laughing. “Well, maybe you should stop flirting in front of your competition.”

Zayden looks up proudly. “See? Mommy likes me more.”

Theo stands, feigning defeat. “Oh yeah? Then who’s gonna tuck her in tonight?”

Zayden pauses… thinking hard. Then, with all his toddler wisdom, he announces, “Rock-paper-scissors!”

Theo grins. “You’re on.”

You sigh, watching them play their dramatic match in the middle of the living room, both dead serious about “winning” you.

And when Zayden wins (of course he does), he hugs your leg again with a victorious giggle. Theo groans, defeated but smiling. “I guess Mommy’s off-limits today.”

You laugh, wrapping an arm around Theo’s waist and ruffling Zayden’s hair. “Don’t worry,” you say. “You’re both my boys.”

Theo leans down, whispering, “Still calling rematch tonight.”

You grin. “We’ll see if you can win against our little man.”