Nestling in Nathaniel's arms, the little Lorianne slept deeply. As if she was dreaming of a castle of yummy food, she smacked her lips and mumbled a few food names.
Lorianne's antics drew a helpless smile on Nathaniel's lips. His heart swelled with quiet happiness just from cradling the sleeping little one.
The gentle sun rays streamed through the rustling leaves above, casting light and shadows on Lorianne's face. Nathaniel hovered his other hand, trying to block the glare from disturbing her sleep.
She was truly an angel, born by a goddess—the one holding his heart.
Tearing his eyes away from Lorianne, Nathaniel looked at Elsie beside him. There was quite a space between them. He hesitated for a moment before carefully asking her about something.
"Lorrie... she likes anything princessy, doesn't she?"
Elsie arched her brows slightly, thinking the question was quite random. Still, she liked knowing Nathaniel was eager to learn more about Lorianne.
