This morning I woke up to being bit, having my hair pulled, being climbed all over. Then my fiancé…

This morning I woke up to being bit, having my hair pulled, being climbed all over. Then my fiancé gets to wake up to our son giving him kisses and laying his head on daddy's chest. Some times I feel my son prefers his father. But then as soon as I try to get up from the bed, he's crying and reaching out to me. I pick him up, he kisses me and holds me tight. Maybe it's not who he loves more. It's just different.