Perhaps it was because she had just woken up, Jasmine Yale’s face felt very warm, smooth, and soft to the touch.
His palm was warm too, exuding the familiar heaviness and tenderness.
Jasmine gripped his hand, pulled him closer, and burrowed into his arms.
Sylvan Cheney chuckled, "Be good, sleep a little more. If you don’t, I’ll have to head to the airport."
Jasmine shook her head, "I won’t sleep. Let’s talk for a bit."
Even though they had only been apart for a few days, it felt like a century had passed. Now that she saw him, she only wanted to nestle in his arms.
"It’s still early, you need more sleep. Is your stomach feeling better? Did you go to the hospital?"
"I didn’t go to the hospital. It’s nothing, just a normal reaction."
"If anything happens, tell Aunt Santana imdiately, don’t tough it out. When I ca back, your hands and feet were cold. Did you sleep restlessly?"
"That’s just my constitution. In winter, I get cold, and my hands and feet are hard to warm up." Jasmine held his waist tightly, unwilling to let go, her entire head buried in his chest.
She wanted to hold him like this forever, never parting.
"Your constitution is one thing, but mainly it’s because no one is sleeping with you. Since I ca back and ward you up, it’s a lot better."
"Yes, much better. So in the winters to co, you must stay by my side." Jasmine nuzzled him like a kitten.
Sylvan’s eyes held a deep, profound glow, dark and impenetrable.
When she hugged him, he held her closer too.
"Is it raining heavily outside? Did you get wet?" Jasmine asked.
"No."
"I’m sorry. I didn’t know Butler Santana sent you a ssage, making you co all the way here. I’m really fine, really."
"Is stomach pain ’fine’? If Aunt Santana hadn’t told , were you not planning to?"
"It’s just a normal pregnancy reaction. If I told you every ti I felt a little pain, you’d be overwheld."
"If you’re uncomfortable, tell . Don’t endure it. Aunt Santana said you’re prone to premature birth."
"What else did she tell you?"
"Nothing, just that you’re prone to premature birth."
"If I’m careful, nothing will happen. Maybe it’s just because the weather’s been bad these few days, so our baby is uncomfortable." Jasmine argued, "It’s really okay, you don’t need to worry."
"I’m afraid sothing might happen to you, even more so when I’m not around, it would be a regret."
"You’re jinxing ." Jasmine playfully scratched him, "Nothing will happen. The baby and I will both be just fine."
"Yes, everything will be fine." Sylvan patted her back, "Sleep, I’ll hold you."
Jasmine shook her head again, "I don’t want to sleep. I want to talk to you."
She seed excited, in a good mood, and not sleepy at all.
Sylvan, helpless, could only indulge her.
"You’re not wearing much. Was it not raining in Old York?" Jasmine asked.
"No rain in Old York. The weather was nice. They’ve built a new fountain park there. I’ll take you to see it when we have ti."
"Next year then. I can’t go anywhere right now."
Jasmine’s voice was soft.
The night was already particularly tranquil, every little breath seed amplified several tis.
Their breaths intertwined, heartbeats seed chaotic yet united.
Sylvan’s broad chest gave Jasmine a great sense of security. She nestled closely against him, not willing to let go.
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