Thomas beamed at Jamie and moved in to wrap his arms around the young boy. He was just so precious, and sometimes Thomas couldn't really believe Jamie had come from him.
Well. Most likely.
It didn't matter anyway, Jamie was his son, no matter what.
After a quick kiss on Jamie's head, Thomas returned to the stove to stir the pasta and then he checked on the nuggets. "Just about ready, Kiddo. Can you set the table? Need help down or can you do a big jump?"