Waking up to the sound of your husband baby-talking to, well, your baby was quickly becoming one of your favourite things in the world.

Rolling over to face him, you watched through sleepy, happy eyes as Philip spoke lowly to his little girl.

Cooing and babbling in response to her daddy's low, southern drawls, Gracie smacked her hands onto Philip's chest a few times. Philip adjusted his hold on his baby girl, brushing the sandy-blonde curls out of her face.

Philip glanced at you, his smile brightening even more. "Well, looky here," he drawled, lazy and happy as can be. "Papa's awake, princess, wanna give papa a kiss?" He asks, tickling Gracie's chin, making the sweet girl giggle.