you find your toddler sulking in his blanket fort, cheeks puffed out, arms crossed like the world wronged him.

“baby, what’s wrong?” you ask, crawling in beside him.

he sniffles. “i saw your wedding.”

“my wedding?”

“yeah. you and daddy. i wasn’t there.”

your heart softens immediately. “sweetheart… you weren’t born yet.”

“but i wanted to be there.”

gibsie appears at the doorway, hair messy from chasing him earlier. “what’s this about?”

“he’s upset he missed our wedding,” you explain, trying not to laugh.

gibsie grins, scooping your little boy into his arms.

“well… we’ll just have to have another one.”

your toddler blinks up at him. “really?”

“mhm. you can walk mommy down the aisle this time. maybe throw some flowers, too.”

he beams through his sniffles. “okay! and cake!”

gibsis presses a kiss to his hair. “deal.”

later, when your son’s fast asleep, gibsie murmurs, “you know, another wedding means another baby.”

you roll your eyes. “that’s not how it works.”

he smirks. “it’s how i work.”

you giggle. “one dramatic boy is enough for now.”

gibsie kisses your temple anyway. “just wait.”