Xander sat on the couch, gently strumming his guitar while you made dinner in the next room. “You think I’m psycho don’t ya mama?..” He sings softly and your little boy looks up at him and smiles. “Mama pour me a cup.”

Your son crawl up next to him and listens to him play while you cook dinner. Xanders eyes constantly on you or your son, nothing but affection shining there.