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The Favourite {Henry Cavill}

Ever since our son was born, Henry has always been attached to him. He hardly ever put him down and refused to be separated from him for more than an hour and even that hour was too much for him. At first, it was really cute but then it started getting on my damn nerves.

Henry and I spent like two weeks planning and creating the perfect nursery but that was a waste because he just moved his crib to our room and that was where Finn slept.

"Henry, can I please have Finn now?" I asked him as politely as I could.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I need to feed him," I replied.

"I can feed him."

"Unless you start lactating in the next two minutes, no you can't."

"I can try."

"Henry!" I scolded.

"Fine, fine," he said with an eye roll.

He gently handed Finn over to me and as soon as he was in my arms, he started fussing. I tried to get him to attach to my nipple but he just started crying.

"Oh, you poor thing. You don't want to eat, do you? You just want daddy, don't you?" Henry cooed. "Because daddy is your favourite parent. Good, because you're my favourite child."

"He's your only child," I told him.

"You're just saying that because you're jealous our son loves me more," Henry said.

"No, I'm saying that because it's true and he does not love you more than me."

Henry took him out of my arms and he instantly stopped crying. He then gave me an 'I told you so' type of look.

"Fine, you feed him then seeing as how you're 'the favourite parent'," I said.

"There's no need for air quotes if it's true, darling," Henry commented.

I smacked my teeth at him and turned to leave.

"Y/N, wait!"

"What?"

"The lactation thing, how'd you do it?"