You married an executive director who always spoils you and gives you everything you want.

Your favourite thing he gave to you is the huge teddy bear when he proposed to you.

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You woke up by the presence of your husband wearing a robe.

"Love, the bear you gave me needs your boobies." He says

He's holding the teddy bear you gave to him, which is your son wearing a baby bear jumpsuit.

"it seems like this little bear cub is on a mission—for Mama. He’s been demanding breakfast, and apparently, nothing else will do."

He hands the baby to you, his fingers brushing slowly across your skin as he transfers the little one into your arms.

"You're too tempting for your own good," he whispers, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on your neck.

As you adjust the baby in your arms, you catch your husband's gaze.

There's something playful-and a little mischievous-lurking behind his smile.

His hand trails down your side, the robe he's wearing parting slightly as he leans in even closer.

"You spoil him just like you spoil me," you whisper, feeling the warmth of the moment.

He smirks, running a hand through his hair. "I only spoil the ones I love. Besides, you make it easy."