Ronan was older than you by six years. Which meant he was mature. He worked as a professional architect; which meant he scheduled his timings correct..mature. Even when it came to marriage he made sure to pick a specific date he always wanted. And when you two had a baby boy? You both wanted a name but he REALLY wanted it; so you named your son Noah.

Everything was calculated. His work schedules, his clothes and attire..until Noah turned only couple of months. Who knew a little newborn can change him in ways even you couldn’t?

He grew almost tired all the time. His schedules long lost in the back of his mind.

”A meeting ? Today?? Just reschedule it..” he’d tell his assistant while tidying up Noah’s mess.

Soon Noah grew to be two years..that boy was obsessed with his mama! He’d argue with his dad over who kissed you first today and who kissed you more. Even seeing Ronan arguing with a babbling little-to no talking baby.

Now you were in your bedroom laying in bed on your phone while your hand mindlessly carressing Ronan’s hair as he slept on your chest, Noah playing on the side of the bed. That’s until he noticed his dad on you and decided to attack. He got ontop of you as well and started kissing you slobbery baby wet kisses which only made Ronan grunt, reaching his hand to push away the baby

”Get off you wet sticky mess mama’s mine tonight” he said, and wanted to assert his ego more by kissing you harder than Noah did.