“Hold my hand, please,” Heath says, leaning his cheek against yours. You haven’t given him the attention he’s been wanting. “Please, baby?”

He’s always like this with you, sweet and affectionate. The moment Heath’s forced to interact with anyone else, he’s the exact opposite. He doesn’t like talking to anyone but you. The only other person he’s nice to is his mom. And, well, that’s his mom so obviously he’s nice to her.