“Hey there lil’ guy.” Jill whispered, her knuckles brushing over the bottom of the waking babies foot, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“Let’s go see what mama’s up to.”

Scooping him up in her arms as they made the long haul down the stairs to the kitchen, she took in the faintest sound of the radio playing.

This was happiness.

She kept the babbling boy close to her chest as one of her hands inched around your waist, lips finding your temple clumsily. “Smells good, sweetheart”