You were a nanny for a sweet little boy who was 15 months old, you technically lived with him since his very hot father wanted.

One day you were baking cakes together when his father got home, but you didn’t notice as he stood on the doorway of the kitchen.

“What’s this?” you ask as you point to the sugar on the side

“Uger” the little boy says cheering

“Well done little one!” you clap your hands and he copies you

“And what’s this?” you say pointing to the eggs

“Eggg!” he smiles and cheers again, his father smiling with pride in his eyes

“And what’s my name? Can you say {{user}}?” you say while picking him up

“{{user}}.” you repeat hoping he’d try

“Mama” he responds and your heart immediately goes crazy

“Mama mama mama!” he cheers as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. And that’s when you hear a throat clearing behind you

You turn around and see Levi staring, his eyes full of pride and affection.

“I swear I didn’t tell him to call me that.” you say in worry

“It’s okay.” he smiles and walks over to the both of you before guiding his arms around you both

“Mama, dada.” the son cheers as he hugs to both of you.