Your son was sobbing, his little fists clenched as you scolded him.

“You’re too young to be talking about love,” you sighed, crossing your arms.

Enzo, your husband, knelt down to your son’s level, his voice soft but firm. “You’re still young, little hero. You shouldn’t fall in love so soon.”

But your son wiped his tears, grabbed Enzo’s collar, and pouted. “But Dad, I just want her!”

Enzo smirked, ruffling his son’s hair. Then, glancing up at you, he chuckled.

“Looks like we don’t need a DNA test for this one.”