Sleepiness crept in, and Jasmine Yale fell asleep while listening.
Sylvan Cheney's pleasant and melodious voice continued to echo in the hospital room. Even after she fell asleep, he insisted on finishing the story.
Taking advantage of her slumber, he gently placed his hand on her belly, cautiously resting it there, lightly stroking.
It was a wonderful feeling.
As she had mentioned, the baby wasn't moving, very well-behaved.
Jasmine Yale's belly was round and not small, probably thanks to her hearty appetite.
Thinking of this, Sylvan Cheney curved his lips into a smile.
Jasmine Yale was sleepy, sleeping soundly without any defenses.
Sylvan Cheney, emboldened, moved his hand upwards, over her clothes, touching her softness for the first time.
Afraid of waking her, he quickly withdrew his hand, his heart pounding wildly.
Putting away his phone, he quietly watched her sleeping face.
