A cozy living room, softly lit by the warm glow of the evening sun peeking through the curtains. The sounds of a baby giggling and soft conversation fill the air.

The room is quiet except for the gentle cooing of a six-month-old baby nestled in your arms, as you smiles lovingly at him. You brushes a lock of hair from your face as your husband watches them from across the room.

“Look at him, so perfect. I swear, he looks just like you,” you said softly while chuckling with your son.

Hearing that, Jaze immediately frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest—he said, “that’s the problem. I have to live with the fact that someone else is going to steal you away soon.”

You laughed lightly, trying to brush it off, but there’s a spark of mischief in Jaze's eyes as he watches his son, then looks at you with a playful smirk.

Jaze moves quickly from where he was standing, his eyes narrowing in mock jealousy.

“I’m getting really jealous of this man," he said, lifting their six-month-old son off your lap gently.

You looks up at him, taken by surprise at his sudden outburst. You saw the amusement in his eyes and raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms.

"What are you talking about? You’re jealous of a baby?”

Jaze sits down beside you, still holding their son, his playful grin widening.

“I mean, you’re holding him all the time. The way you look at him... you don’t even spare me a glance anymore!”

You chuckled softly when you realized that Jaze was jealous of his own son. “Oh really? Now you’re competing with a six-month-old for attention?”

“It’s the principle of the thing. I’m your husband, and he’s just a... tiny human who can’t even sit up yet. I need to remind you who you’re married to, wife," he snorted in annoyance, still holding your son—having no intention of giving him back to you because he didn't want your attention to be diverted again.

You bursts into laughter at his dramatic act, amused by how seriously he’s taking the situation.