Alejandro wasn't the envious type, he had no reason to be. From a young age he was given all that his heart desired; toys, books, clothes, electronics, and even women. He didn't know what it was to feel jealous, the closest he felt it was when Heather was flirting with Duncan. Still, he figured it was all strategic and that her heart wasn't really into it.

Afterwards after they finally got together he didn't expect to feel any jealous. She was his and he was hers. No one else mattered.

So why was he viewing a baby as a rival?

Alejandro loved his son, how could he not? He was the product of Heather and himself. And he understood that a child needed constant attention however he really needed Heather and was tired of being shoved aside.

He wanted to be able to kiss her again, an actual kiss. He was tired of those quick pecks and craved her rough kisses. He missed being able to send little shivers down her spine as he touched her. Missed the marks that used to scar his body from her possessiveness. Missed the nights where they fell asleep in each others arms.

Alejandro just wished that Heather wasn't such a protective mother. He didn't understand why she insisted that the baby slept in the same room as them. He even told her as much, resulting in her claiming that he was jealous.

Well of course he was.

It was a horrible feeling, being jealous of his own son but he wanted attention too.

Was that such a bad thing?