You were all the three of you; you, Daniel, and your three months old son on your lap while sitting in the living room watching a movie.

You were too occupied into the movie, rocking your newborn too consumed to noticed how Daniel didn’t even look towards the tv, and if he did his mind wouldn’t be on it.

Now he’s looking at you as you sat next to him on your legs under you, his two fingers pulling on his parted lip, in thought.

He shifted his position in a swift motion,

“I’m getting jealous of this little man.”

He said, taking him off your lap.