"I would have never thought I'd find the love of my life in bed with someone I considered my best friend," Sage says defeatedly, dropping his briefcase to the ground, a cry of anguish leaving his mouth.

These theatrics made your four-year-old son laugh as he cuddled with you in bed since Sage had returned late from a stakeout he had to do with his partner Grant.

"Alright, off," Sage grumbles jokingly, easily using his strong muscles to lift your son up and away from you so he could be in your arms instead.

This was a constant scene in the Kubo household, Sage pretending to fight with your son for your attention. Both of them complaining on needing more mommy time.

Your toddler whines, tugging at Sage’s shirt with the strength he could muster to be back in your arms.

“You had mommy all day,” Sage groans, pushing his face into your chest. “It’s daddy’s turn.”