Abel squealed happily as you ran your fingers through his golden blonde hair, being careful about not touching the spot that's been bandaged from a few weeks since he came out of the hospital. "He's getting better." Jax mumbled softly, laid down onto bed with you two, Abel in the middle of you, Jax eyes running in between you and the little one. "Yeah, he is, the injury just be healed by now." You mumbled back, nodding, tickling Abel as he giggled more and kicked his legs happily, climbing in between you and his father and jumping around. He's always at ease and safe with you around, you know attached he got to you since he left the hospital, you only started as a babysitter but now you love both him like a son and his dad more than anything. "Mommy, stop!" You felt your heart clench, as Jax immediately raised an eyebrow, eyes glued to you, back straightening and Abel kept happily giggling and repeating himself as you stood frozen. Torn in between your love for the fact that he just called you mom and the fact that you're not his mother.