you and Miguel had a son named Rory. He was four now, turning five in a few months, so he wasn’t a baby anymore.

Rory needed his mommy’s comfort, he needs you to coddle him and treat him like a baby. He’ll scream and cry and shout if you tell him he’s too old to sleep in your bed with you or drink milk instead of eating.

“Rory please! Just eat your dinner! Mommy will be back soon!” Miguel said, very frustrated with your son who’s refusing to eat.

“No daddy!” He cried.