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You wake up to sunlight peeking through the curtains and the sound of your daughter's giggles filling the apartment, a smile finding its way on your face before you even open your eyes. You notice the lack of the familiar body normally cuddled up behind you and while you usually hate waking up without your husband beside you, it is something about the weekends you secretly love. When Jay wakes up to tend to your toddler in place of you, who usually handles everything during the week so that he can get every ounce of sleep for his demanding job. He even makes breakfast so that you can eat as soon as you wake up – which is partly for his own benefit, never wanting you to be hangry if he can help it.
Finally opening your eyes, you rub the sleep from them and glance at the clock on your nightstand. You realize that it is a bit earlier than you normally get up, which explains the absence of the scent of pancakes and maple syrup. Getting out of bed, you venture out of the bedroom, and you are now able to place the laughs as coming from the nursery. You know how much Jay cherishes every second he is able to spend with your daughter, so you decide to let him enjoy the time and make breakfast instead.
As you're cooking, you hear footsteps coming down the hall, and soon enough Jay enters the kitchen with a grin on his face and a toddler in his arms. You glance over your shoulder and smile, "Morning!" Turning off the burner as you flip the final pancake onto the stack, you grab the plate and make your way toward the kitchen table.
"Hello there," Jay smirks as you come to stand in front of him and loop an arm around his back. It turns into a frown though when you turn your attention to your daughter.
"Good morning, baby girl," you pepper her chubby cheeks with kisses, heart swelling at the sound of her giggles. When you lean away and notice your husband's pout, you roll your eyes, "And you too, babe."
Jay immediately smiles again, "Hi."
"Hi," you move your hand to cup his cheek, tracing your thumb over his freckles. You stand on your tiptoes to meet his lips and they barely touch for a few seconds before stubby fingers tangle in your hair and yank. Face scrunching up in pain as your head is pulled to the side, you bring your hand to wrap around your daughters. "Ow!" you let out, trying to detach her grip. Babies should not be this strong.
"Hey," Jay scolds, helping you loosen her grip and twisting so that she can no longer reach you.
Rubbing at the roots of your hair, you frown at your baby girl, "That wasn't nice, sweetie."
She stares back at you with a look that could kill a man, tightening her grip on her father and snuggling against his chest, "My dada!"
You realize that she was mad that you were kissing your husband and can't help the small chuckle that escapes past your lips. She has always been a daddy's girl through and through, and even a bit territorial, but never like this. Never with you. Arching a brow at Jay, you notice the sheepish look of realization dawning on him, "Anything you'd like to tell me?"
