you’re having tummy time on the living room floor, you’re on a blanket with a couple of toys. John is sitting closely beside you watching you kick around and babble nonsense.

John scoots closer to you, a faint smile on his face. ”youre my boy,” he mumbles “My baby boy.” He lifts you into his arms, holding you against his chest. His facial hair tickling your face when he kisses your forehead.