"Well, we could try weaning him," Jim started. Before he could say anything else, Mikey interrupted.
"Daddy!"
"Buddy, the grownups are trying to talk," Jim said. Mikey scowled. "Um. You get what I mean."
"Yeah. But it was still rude," Mikey said. He crossed his arms. "You owe me some snuggling time."
"I..." Jim sighed. Stacey was amused, not upset, so she wasn't going to help. "All right. Cuddle time with Daddy."
"Yay!" Mikey said, clapping his hands. Stacey and Jim chuckled at the cute sight. Jim took Mikey from Stacey and laid down on the living room couch. He rested Mikey on his new beer belly. Mikey giggled happily.
"Aw, look at my two boys," Stacey cooed as she entered the room. "I think one of them is missing something, though..." She handed Mikey his pacifier. He squealed happily and popped it into his mouth, sucking on it. "I have to run some errands, but if the two of you are good..."
"We're good, Stace," Jim said. Mikey nodded. Stacey kissed them both, then left. Mikey curled up on Jim's big, strong chest. Before long, he was asleep. Jim, after a few minutes, followed suit.