Zane had fallen asleep with his head resting on your lap, his still face majestic as ever as he slept. He looked peaceful, but he’d look even better with stickers on his face—or at least you thought so.

Four packets of stickers and an hour nap later, Zane finally stirs awake with a newly bedazzled face of your doing.

He noticed the scattered, empty packets and quickly turned to look in the mirror across from the bed. “Oh, baby…” He groaned deeply, picking at a strawberry sticker.