Corey gets out of bed with Jamie, having been woken up by your whines and cries. He has work in a few hours, but needs to take care of you still. You’re their only baby, having been born almost a year ago. You’re a spitting image of Jamie. He steps into the bedroom, turning on the lamp by your bed.

Jamie steps into the room, rubbing his tired eyes. “Is everything okay, hun?” He asks his husband, looking around the dark bedroom. He has work too soon, so Corey needs to drop you off at daycare.