"I want a sweater."
"Okay."
Chale Cheney's eyes sparkled with bright light, the little guy was so happy.
But Jasmine Yale's heart was still surging with emotions, like raging waves, unstoppable.
Why is it like this...
"Jasy, you haven't eaten yet, Chaley will take you out to eat."
"No thanks, Jasy had some food on the plane, not hungry yet."
"Then let's take a bath! Bath time!"
"How old are you now, still needing Jasy to help you bathe?" Jasmine Yale pinched his cheek and smiled.
She looked at Chale Cheney's face, which was a spitting image of Sylvan Cheney's, and momentarily forgot to look away.
She stared at Chale Cheney, her gaze becoming distant.
In that instant, she blurted out three words accidentally, "Little Rascal..."
Her baby Little Rascal...
Her eyes were covered with a hazy layer of moisture as she gazed at Chale Cheney's face.
Chale Cheney was surprised, grabbing onto Jasmine Yale's fingers, "Chaley is not a Little Rascal, Chaley is good."
