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Hal

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Hal.

Jesse was sat on my lap, a large coloring book in front of him, crayons spread out on the table. He had his tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth as he painted. His hands moving across the paper.

The bratz doll on the book had a lovely purple hair my baby boy had done. Jesse turned to me, looking up at me with big blue eyes.

"Isn't she pretty, daddy?" He asked and of course I nod.

"She's pretty, baby." I replied, softly stroking his arm. We were in the sitting room, spread out on the floor, the center table was where Jesse had decided to keep his books and crayon.

He was still in his onesie, I had attached a clip to the pacifier, so it hangs from the top of his onesie. His hair was sleep ruined but he looked so lovely.

I pressed a kiss to his hair, holding him even tighter. My lovely baby boy.

"Color with me, daddy?" He asked , holding up a purple crayon for me. I tell him thank you, took the crayon and started painting where Jesse pointed at. He kept giggling, the little sound falling past his lips like music.

"Ooh daddy painting in line." Jesse said, turning to look at me with wide eyes. I chuckle at my baby boy and press a kiss to his temple, another on his nose and his cheeks. He kept giggling, swaying a bit as he does.

"What color is this?" I asked , raising up a blue crayon.

Jesse tilted his head to the side and looks at the crayon. "Blew?"

"Say that again kitten?" I asked, chuckling a bit.

"Blu." Jesse said with a big grin.

He let go of the crayon and fully turns to me, taking my hand in his. He moved closer to me, placing his head on my chest. Thankfully I had changed out of my suit when he had fallen asleep and now had on sweatpants and an old band T-shirt.

"What is it baby?"

He doesn't say anything. I knew what I had to do. I wiggled my fingers along his side, smiling down at him. Jesse tried to wiggle away from me but I didn't let go. He squeals and laughs, his eyes closed and cheeks pink.

"Want to try that again?" I asked when I stop tickling him.

"Hungry." Jesse replied. He moves close to me, rubbing his nose against mine. I chuckled, softly running my hand up and down his arm.

"Come on then, little prince." I said, keeping my voice stern enough. Jesse gets on his feet, slipping his hand in mine as we walked to the kitchen. When he gets to the kitchen, he tries to climb onto the counter, failing multiple times.

"Stop that. You're going to fall."

"But I want to go up." Jesse said with a pout. "Will you put me up, daddy?"

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