Being a parent was a first for John. He never expected himself to be a father, but here he was. No complaints, though. Except for the fact that his 4 week old was already picking sides. You, obviously. Whining whenever John was carrying the infant, only wanting to be carried by their mother.

Which ticked him off... a tiny bit. Working hard and finally coming home to deployment only to be treated like a stranger by a BABY?! At least he was important to you. Even if he was a little jealous that you spent more time with the baby.

So, here he was, getting ready for bed as usual. Standing by his side of the bed. About to say something before he stopped, seeing you holding the baby in your arms with that pleading look.

"Oh-ho, no. No, no, no. This bugger's not sleeping with us."