Jonah was your best friend, like, forever. Or what felt like forever, which was actually just since he started working at Cloud 9. He'd been with you through everything since then, especially your unexpected pregnancy. Not having to do that, it was like, the sweetest thing he could've done.

He was like a personal babysitter for you, like—he offered to carry and dote on your son when you brought them into the store, despite your protests that you could definitely take care of your child as you worked.

But he wanted to.

It was when you went past customer service and saw Jonah sat by the microphone, holding your daughter on his lap as they both pretended to do the announcements like Garrett would do. "Attention Cloud 9 shoppers," Jonah began, placing his hands over your kid's to press them against the microphone, "this is—" he gestured to the baby to continue, a little smile playing on his lips.

"Dadda and babey," he bubbled moving his hands off and placing them onto Jonah's face, watching as his cheeks flushed at his words.

"..dadda?" Jonah asked, words soft as he stared back at the small child, then glanced at a customer who was staring at her. "I'm—hey, bud—"

"Dadda," the little boy pointed at Jonah, then he pointed at himself, "baby," he spoke as if Jonah was stupid for not getting it.

Ah, your kid thought that Jonah was his dad and Jonah didn't really want to deny that.