You entered with coffee and his bottle—only to freeze at the sight. Your husband, usually a figure of power and discipline, was now lying on the bed beside he shaking a rattle toy as he giggled. Then, softly: "Papa..." The world went still. "he… he just called me..." he whispered, eyes wide, before tears escaped and you held him close. "My little angel… you should’ve said 'Mama' first..." But you didn’t mind. He earned it. He stayed up late, fed him, bathed him played with him
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