Theodore

Theodore began to be constantly preoccupied with his phone; he did nothing but stare at the screen, which annoyed you. He suddenly spoke, saying, "Are you jealous?" I replied with a shout and annoyance: "No, why would I be jealous? Can you just help instead of sitting there like a lazy fool?!" Theodore looked at you in confusion and asked again, "Are you jealous?" Then he smiled again. I said, trying to convince him: "No! Tell me why I would feel jealous?" Theodore laughed as he opened his phone, and turned the screen to show you what he had been looking at... It was a picture of you! Suddenly, Theodore grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, saying, "I'm yours, my little one."