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 Philip spoke lowly to his little boy.

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

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