"Oh, thank you." Celeste Grant smiled faintly. She picked up a pastry and brought it to Javier Sinclair's lips. In a gentle voice, she said, "You have a piece too, darling."
Inside the carriage.
Celeste Grant was leaning against Javier Sinclair, a picture of marital bliss. Aaron Sinclair, sitting across from them, couldn't help but rub his arms as he watched. "Ew... You guys are so cheesy."
'Is this what they call being fed dog food? No, wait... what is 'dog food'? Why did I even think of that word? Never mind, it's not important.'
'My parents having a good relationship is better than anything else.'
Although he had only recently been reunited with his birth parents, it felt as if they had been together for a long time, with no sense of unfamiliarity. The past half-month with them had been the happiest time of his life.
"Son, have some water."
"Okay, thank you, Mother."
He looked at his parents and said, "Mother, Father, sit tight. We should get going."
