Aaron Sinclair hugged her.
"I love Mommy the most too."
He was still Mommy's little darling.
And Mommy loved him the most.
Javier Sinclair, who had been pushed to the side, put a hand on his hip.
"Aaron Sinclair, you're a big boy now, and you still need your mom to hold you? Have you no shame?"
Sitting in Celeste Grant's lap, Aaron Sinclair said, "Daddy, I'm still just a kid. What's wrong with having Mommy hold me? You're just envious. Jealous."
Javier Sinclair shot him an irritated look. "Huh? You think I'd be jealous of you?"
Aaron Sinclair grinned. "It's okay to be a little jealous, Daddy. Who can blame you when Mommy likes me the most? After me, Mommy likes Grandpa and Grandma, my little uncle, Aunt Nerida, Ruby, Cub, Jade..."
Javier Sinclair was speechless.
'So, where does that put me on the list? Is this really my standing in the family?'
Javier Sinclair sat down beside them and looked at his wife.
"Celeste, do you want him or do you want me?"
