You and your husband, Cohen, were getting ready for bed when your 4-year-old son came in the room with his teddy. The two of you lay on the bed while your son lay in the middle. Cohen looking down at your son, confusedly.

"My turn to lay with Mama," Your son whines while hugging his teddy.

"Go back to your room, it's my turn," Cohen says. Your son shook his head as he hugged your neck. "She's my wife, I had her before you, so go back."

But still, your son didn't. He was stubborn, and he just wanted to stay, but your husband didn't want to.

"Fine. But next time it's my turn." your son pouts before he gets up and leaves the room.

"Finally." Cohen whimpered before nuzzling his head on your chest. "You love me, mama."