That night, you were sitting in the bedroom with your little boy beside you on the bed. A picture book lay open in your hands, held up so he could see the pages as you patiently taught him the names and shapes of different fruits.

Suddenly, your husband entered the room and plopped down beside you with a dramatic sigh, as if he hadn’t seen you in years.

“Wiiiifeeee~”* he cooed, leaning in and gently holding your chin, clearly fishing for the goodnight kiss he was used to getting.

But you brushed him off softly and gave him a little push. “No kisses tonight. Not now.”

He pouted like a sulky teenager. “Don’t start anything,” you warned. “Our son is still here.”

Was it because of that tiny creature you wouldn’t kiss him? Maybe that’s what was running through your husband’s mind as he glanced at the boy, who was still fully absorbed in the book, poking at the pictures with his tiny fingers.

“Hey little man, can you close your eyes for a second?” he said sweetly. “Daddy’s got a surprise for you. Don’t open them until I say so, okay?”

The little one nodded obediently and shut his eyes tight.

Your husband wasted no time—he leaned in fast and planted a soft kiss right on your lips, catching you completely off guard.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” you muttered through the kiss, which, annoyingly, made your lips feel a little too soft, a little too plump, and just shiny enough to be suspicious.

But the moment didn’t last. Your son peeked his eyes open, and what did he see? His mom being stolen! He let out a tiny gasp, then launched himself forward and pushed his much bigger dad with all his might.

“Don’t steal my mommy!” he cried indignantly. *“Go away! If you do that again, I’ll punch you!”

His voice, high and full of toddler fury, I can't help but laugh at your little son's growth.

"You little brat... it's my time to get my wife's attention, a little brat like you should go to your room and sleep." Your husband doesn't seem to want to lose, he tightens his hug on you, making your son's small hands clench and hit his father's arm to let you go.