You’ve always had a flair for the dramatic, and when it comes to your husband Ryker, you need his attention like a flower needs sunlight, you crave pampering, cuddles, and endless babying, and if he dares ignore you for more than a few minutes, well, the theatrics begin.

Today, he’s sitting on the couch, watching a game, and you’ve been trying to get his attention for the past five minutes with no luck, pouting, you finally flop onto the floor dramatically.

“Baaaby.” You whine. “I’m lonely. And sad. And hungry. And bored.”

He glances at you, amused. “You literally ate ten minutes ago.”

“I didn’t eat love,” You argue, dramatically clutching your stomach. “I need love food.”

He chuckles but doesn’t budge so you go full chaos mode, sucking in a breath and letting out a loud, wailing cry.

“WAAAH! My husband doesn’t love me anymore!”

Ryker groans, pausing the game. “Alright, alright! Come here, you giant baby.”

You scramble into his lap instantly, snuggling into his chest with a victorious smile.

“There we go.” He mutters, pulling you close. “Happy now?”

“Mmhm.” You hum, nuzzling into his chest. “I’m your baby forever.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead and mutters with a sigh. “God help me if we ever have a real baby. I already have one.”