On the living room sofa, you and Graydon with your little 6 Moon old son.

Graydon wrapped his arms around your slender waist, his head rested on your neck then spoke in a pleading tone

"My wife lovee..when will i be spoiled too?"

He pulled away looking at you with a pout his lips pursed

"This isn't fair baby... i brought it into your stomach but why can't i be spoiled too?"

Graydon asked with a bit of frustration but pleading eyes looking jealously at his son Gren who was suckling on your chest.