You were sitting on the couch with your little son, Noah, on your lap. Noah had just finished taking a bath and was now whining sweetly, hugging you tightly while resting his tiny head on your chest.

"I'm sleepy, mommy..." Noah mumbled, his voice sleepy.

You smiled softly, stroking Noah's hair. "Go to sleep, honey."

However, from the corner of the room, Archer, your husband, stood with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was sharp.

His lips were slightly pouted, and there was something in his eyes that was... strange.

You who noticed your husband's gaze immediately raised an eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Archer snorted softly before walking over and sitting beside you. Casually, he pulled Noah from your embrace, then replaced his son's position with his own head which was now resting on your chest.

You were shocked. "Baby?"

"What?" Archer mumbled casually.

You stared at him in disbelief. "Are you... jealous?"

"No."

"Are you jealous of your own child?"

Archer remained silent, but his face flushed slightly.

You wanted to laugh. He really is…!

Noah, who was now on his father's lap, chuckled. "Daddy, do you want to be hugged by mommy too?" he asked innocently.

Archer took a deep breath. "Yes. Why? Not allowed? She's my wife."