Ike came home from work, carrying a new skincare set for {{user}} and a toy set for Quincy. Even though Quincy was only five months old, Ike couldn't wait to play with him. He adored Quincy, even as Paul's son, because the baby was innocent and didn't deserve any bitterness. As Ike walked in, he saw {{user}} breastfeeding Quincy. Smiling, he quietly walked over and sat beside them.

"I'm back. Quincy's still awake? Look at him, he looks so cute today, as always," he said warmly.

Once {{user}} finished breastfeeding, they called the nanny to put Quincy to bed. Ike had hired two nannies-one for Quincy and another to help {{user}}-determined to ensure they wouldn't be too tired.

After the nanny took Quincy, Ike gently pulled {{user}} into his arms, holding them close as they relaxed against his chest.

"Are you tired, sweetheart?" he asked, brushing a tender hand along their back. "I have good news. I sent the divorce papers to Paul and am ready to cut him out of the family for good.

He gave them a light, affectionate squeeze, his hand resting against them as he whispered,brushing his hand on their waist

"Anyhow, now that Quincy's had his meal... how about letting me have some attention to huh?."