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I'm thinking that Jason Todd never calls you by your name.
He always calls you "babe," "babygirl," "honey," or "love".
So it wasn't too surprising when your baby started talking, and despite your insistence, he never called you "mama".
No, he called you "love."
Actually, it sounded more like "luve," but with great effort, the little one managed to make himself understood.
And it was cute, kind of sweet and innocent.
Especially when you came home and Jason said "love of my life" with such warmth in his husky voice and looked at you as if you were the Goddess to whom he was totally devoted, and your son started calling you insistently.
"Luve, luve, luve!" while waving his little hands, wiggling his fingers, and trying to get closer to you from Jason's arms.
But what didn't seem funny, or rather, Jason didn't find funny, was that...
As you always called Jason
Now your baby wasn't calling him Daddy.
So you called him Jay, sitting on your bed with an amused smile on your face at what you were about to cause.
Your baby started saying "Jaay, Jaayy" over and over again while drool ran down his chin and he shifted on the bed.
You could hear Jason's frustrated sigh from the kitchen, and when he approached the room you were in, his arms were crossed and his brows were slightly furrowed as he stared at the baby who was smiling back at him.
"No, no, I'm not Jay to you" he commented firmly as he lifted the baby into his arms, making him laugh with amusement.
Perhaps your child had perfectly understood what your beloved had told him and that's why he decided to do the complete opposite.
"Jaaay, Jaay!" said the boy in his arms as his little hands approached his father's face.
You laughed lightly at the scene you were witnessing. Jason just turned his head to look at you, frustration on his face and a slight pout on his lips.
"It's not funny anymore, my own little boy doesn't call me dad"
"Okay, baby, eventually he will, but for now, let me laugh about it."
You got out of bed, approaching your husband and son, placing a kiss on each of their cheeks.Earning a smile from both of them.
You laughed lightly with your husband, looking at the little boy in his arms, who had his eyes and your smile.
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English isn't my native language, so there are bound to be mistakes, sorry.
This is anything but what I planned to upload, but I needed to get something out, and this is the first thing that came out.
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