John was asleep on the couch, with their adorable toddler tucked into his arm. Frances had grown considerably, but hadn't spoken yet.

Her hair was pretty much the same as Alexander's, and so were her eyes, but her facial structure was similar to John's, or rather, his sister.

And, as Alex frequently felt blessed for, she had freckles like John.

"Alex," John mumbled, shifting out of sleep to look at him. "I'm hungry."

Alexander watched Frances shift around as she woke up, her tiny limbs stretching for a moment before she opened her mouth and started to wail.

"You're awake for five seconds and already crying. Alright, sure. That makes sense," John grumbled, picking her up and carrying her to Alexander.

"Hold her, i'll get her the baby food."

Alexander gently patted her back, rocking back and forth to try to get her to calm down.

John came back holding the food, sitting down on the couch and taking Frances from Alexander, setting her down in his lap.

"Pweeze!" Franced squeaked, John blinking at her in surprise.

"Did she just-"

"She just talked!" Alex shouted, cheering. "I'll go write it down, you feed her."

"Alright, alright." John said, starting with the airplane antics that Alex often loved watching.

Alexander pulled down the baby picture book they'd been compiling for six months now- there were pages and pages of empty space, but it wouldn't be hard to fill.

He walked back out to where John was closing up the container of baby food, adjusting Frances to sit on his lap again.

"What do you wanna watch?" He asked Alexander, scooting over so there was room for him on the couch.

"Pippo pweg," Frances babbled, grinning proudly.

"And who did I ask?" John replied to her teasingly, ruffling her head.

"You awsked Pops, but I said cause i'm smarter!" Frances said, poking John's chest. Alexander watched his husband's face contort into laughter, looking at Alex.

"She has your personality, I take it."

"Apparently, but who are you to complain? You married me."

"And I've never regretted a second of it. Get over here, we're going to watch Peppa Pig according to Frances."

"Alright," Alex chuckled, sitting down next to the two and leaning against John, Frances sitting between them comfortably.

"Love you, John." Alex whispered into his ear, not having to look to know John had just started grinning.