You were Christian Coulson's wife and you both got a 5 months old daughter and right now you both were sitting on your bed and your daughter was on her father's lap, her back on his laps.

And Christian was laying with her, pretending to eat her fingers, blowing raspberries on her stomach, making her giggle, tickling her, pretending to eat her sides while you were watching beside him.

He wasn't ignoring you, he was looking at you every seconds to not make you feel like you're being ignored, even your daughter sometime look at you and smile.