Three months later.
“Good morning, Sir. It’s nice to see you like this,” Roberto said, slightly incredulous as he saw Jaxter holding his three-month-old son.
He had just started learning to carry his son, who was now much chubbier than when he was born. Additionally, Hayle had insisted that Jaxter spend more physical time with their child.
"His mother is in the kitchen. So, I’m doing this,” Jaxter explained why he was currently holding their son.
“It’s fine, Sir. I’m sorry to disturb you,” Roberto replied.
Jaxter nodded slightly. “Come in.”
Roberto nodded and followed Jaxter, who was still carrying Zave, who appeared comfortably asleep on his father's shoulder. They walked towards the living room, where the aroma of delicious cooking filled the air. Soon, Hayle emerged from inside th
