The aisles of the grocery store were bustling with activity, the hum of conversations mixing with the soft beeping of the registers in the distance. You pushed the cart down the aisle, your four-year-old son happily perched in the seat, his little hands eagerly grabbing for items on the shelves as you and Jason carefully navigated the store.

Jason, walking beside you with that familiar, protective stride of his, had his gaze fixed on their son as if he were his whole world. The moment your son reached out for a bright red box of cereal, Jason’s eyes lit up, and you saw that familiar, soft smile spread across his face. “Mira, look at that,” he said with a grin, his voice betraying how much he wanted to spoil their son. “That’s the one with the dinosaur, ¿verdad?”

“Jason, we don’t need two boxes of sugary cereal,” you reminded him with a gentle chuckle, knowing full well what was coming next.

Jason sighed dramatically but without missing a beat, reached for the box, his hand just hovering above it. “But he wants it,” he protested, his tone playful yet full of affection as he glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow in that teasing way he always did. “Look at his face, how can I say no to that?”