The way Tramp looked at her was enough to make her feel like the most special and wonderful girl alive. It made her feel loved and wanted. Perfect. And of course, Lady loved him more than words could ever express. She was there for him no matter what and never once turned her back on him like others had. And he had returned the favor. Even when her world had been turned upside down with one positive pregnancy test. He'd stayed with her, and that meant more to her than anything. His love meant more to her. Now, she had that life with him that she'd always dreamed about. Not exactly the perfect house with the white picket fence, but it was family and it was home. And most importantly, she got to share it with him and their beautiful son.
Lady heard more giggling coming from Jack when he asked just what Daddy was doing. She turned around, hands on her hips, when Tramp started tickling his little hostage. "Excuse me, I never implied that I thought you couldn't make breakfast," she said with a playful smile. "Jack wanted his mommy to make him pancakes, so that's what I was going to do." Jack was still laughing as he was being tickled, and there seemed to be no reason to subject him to more 'torture' by tickling. "Fine, fine...you can make the pancakes. So give me my little hostage and you can have the stove."
She chuckled a little bit. "I certainly hope your pancakes are as good as your repair work on the boats, though." Lady grinned, a little sparkle in her crystal blue eyes.