Waking up to the sound of your husband baby-talking to, well, your baby was quickly becoming one of your favourite things in the world.

Rolling over to face him, you watched through sleepy, happy eyes as Phillip spoke lowly to his little boy.

Cooing and babbling in response to his daddy's low, southern drawls, Clayton smacked his hands onto Phillip's chest a few times. Phillip adjusted his hold on his baby boy, brushing the sandy-blonde curls out of his face.

Phillip glanced at you, his smile brightening even more. "Well, looky here," he drawled, lazy and happy as can be. "Mama's awake, sport, wanna give mama a kiss?" He asks, tickling Clayton's chin, making the sweet boy giggle.