The manor had a hot spring, elegantly set and very comfortable.
Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney soaked in the hot spring together, and throughout, her gaze stayed on the little guy.
"Jasy, is baby especially handsome today..."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you've been looking at me all the time." Chale Cheney covered his face, shy.
"Yep, Little Chale is the most handsome."
"Then who is handsomer, me or Elder Cheney..." Chale Cheney asked.
Jasmine Yale laughed. "You and your dad are not the same, you're still little."
"But we can still compare, Jasy, who is handsomer?"
In terms of possessiveness, Chale Cheney was quite a match for his domineering dad.
"You're handsome."
"Is that the truth?"
"The truth." Jasmine Yale held back her laughter.
Chale Cheney was delighted, slapping the water with his small hands. "Elder Cheney is not as handsome as baby."
"Chale." Jasmine Yale called his name tenderly, "Do you miss mom?"
