After tousling his son's hair a bit, he turned back just in time to see his beautiful girlfriend emerge from behind the rickety divider-door. The sight of her always made him catch his breath in his throat and his heart skip a few important beats, but what could he say, he was a man in love. This was a woman who had been there for him through so much, and did not once turn her back on him when so many other people did. He smiled when she had to tip-toe to kiss him, she was too cute, but he wasn't quite ready to break their contact when she decided to start riffling around the cabinets for the cooking ingredients.
With a bit of a childish scowl on his face, Tramp picked up Jack and playfully tossed him over his shoulder, a "Daddy, what are you doing?" giggly coming from the toddler. "You and mommy don't think I can make breakfast, so I'm taking you as my personal hostage until mom hands over the stove." Tramp then proceeded to tickle his son while avoiding the boy's kicking feet to his head. He was so glad that the motor home was tall enough for the child's play he was conducting at the moment; last thing Lady and him would need would be to have to take Jack over to Six because Tramp split his own son's head open over who's going to make breakfast.