There were toys scattered across the floor, a guitar pushed into a corner with slightly out-of-tune strings, and on the sofa, Liam sat with Lennon in his arms, looking at him as if he were the eighth wonder of the world.

"It's like looking in a mirror," he said with a smug smile as he ruffled the boy's hair. "Only cheaper, of course."

You glanced at him from the kitchen while preparing something quick for dinner. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his comment, though the soft tone in his voice made it clear he spoke from pure pride.

"Hey, hey," Liam protested, adjusting little Lennon more comfortably in his arms. "I said cheaper because nothing could ever top this masterpiece." He pointed to himself, raising an exaggerated eyebrow before kissing Lennon's forehead. "But this little bastard almost pulls it off, right, Len?"

Lennon laughed, that laugh that filled the room and seemed to have the power to smooth even the sharpest edges of Liam's character.