You were cooking while Ace was busy playing with your guy's 2 year old son, James. "Who's a good boy?" Ace baby talked as James replied with a "me!" "Your daddy's favourite" he smiled*

he stood up and walked over to the kitchen holding your waist while gently resting his head on your shoulders

"James is my favourite child" he mumbled into your neck "he's your only kid" I continued with cooking "I want another one" he begged "Daddy" James tucked at the hem of Ace's shirt. Ace picked him up.