“Hey, Little Prince, are you still not sleepy? You haven't rested in hours. Now you better get some sleep," Max said while patting his son's soft diaper.
Instead of responding, Cayden Evans just blinked. He still felt comfortable leaning on Gabriella's stomach. His two tiny hands even refused to take off the clothes his mother was wearing.
"Leave him alone, Max," the woman sighed before slowly glancing over with a meaningful smile. “The Little Prince must really miss me. He's afraid that we could be separated again. So, it's natural that he wants to enjoy every second with me."
“Then, what about me? You promised to serve me a delicious dinner,” the man pouted, sounding like a child.
Knowing that her husband was deliberately exaggerating his expression, Gabriella laughed faintly. A second later, she stroked the slightly pale man's cheek.
“Max, aren't you tired? You've been looking for me and taking care of Cayden alone
"Whoa!" Cayden sighed as he placed his tiny hand against the window pane on the right side of the car. His sparkling eyes were busy focusing on one by one the grass-eating animals at the side of the road. A few moments later, the three-year-old toddler looked back. With eyebrows raised to the max, he pressed the tip of his index finger against the glass. “Look at them, Mom! They are exactly like the ones in the story. Horses really like to play in the big grass field. They must be having fun before they head back to the stables.” Hearing the excited chatter, Gabriella smiled and stroked her son's hair. "Are you happy?" "Of course," Cayden answered with a firm nod. “There are a lot of horses here. They are more than ten!” Surprised, the man sitting in the front seat suddenly turned to look at his nephew. “Hey, Little Prince. Since when have you been able to count to ten?” Unexpectedly, the toddler shook his head. "Not ten, Uncle, but tw
As soon as he heard the sound of a car, Jack rushed out of the stall and closed the door. While cleaning the dirt stuck to his clothes, the man stepped towards the guests he had been waiting for. “Welcome to our stable, Evans Family!” he exclaimed, spreading his arms and putting on a friendly face. While Julian and Max were unloading things from the car trunk, the women walked first to the welcomer, along with their children. “Hello, Uncle Jack. Nice to meet you again," Mia said in a low voice. The baby in her arms was still asleep. "Hello, Mia. How are you? Long time no see makes you fail to remember the right call to me, huh?” Receiving such a reply, the woman suddenly gasped and let out a faint laugh. "Sorry, Jack." “Well, that's the right one! Just Jack. It's not only Greta who wants to forget her age," the burly man whispered before chuckling and turning to Gabriella. "Welcome to our small farm, Mrs. Evans." "It's not simp
After blinking awkwardly, Julian tried to widen a smile. Cautiously, he stepped forward, approaching the gap of the door. “Grandpa, don’t you remember? It's me ... Julian, son of James ... your grandson." Instead of turning friendly, Mr. Hunt's face became even more wrinkled. It was clear that his brain still failed to recognize the grandson. “Are you guys swindlers? How could my son already have a child this old? He doesn't even have a girlfriend yet. His focus right now is just making money. He wants to be a successful person. That's why he went to another state," Mr. Hunt explained, highlighting the erroneous memory. Getting such a rigid response, Julian spontaneously sighed. Frowning, he tried to find a chance to insert himself into the grandfather's thought. However, after a while, the young man still hadn't broken the silence. Knowing her husband's confusion, Mia took a deep breath and one step forward. “Hello, Mister Hunt. Do you rememb
"How is it, Cayden? Do you like your lunch?” Greta asked while raising an eyebrow. She was happy to see the toddler eating voraciously. "This is delicious, Greta. Thanks for cooking it for me," Cayden said with his mouth full. As he continued to chew, he pointed his index finger at the baby sitting across the table. “Look! Even Ace really likes your porridge. She must be happy too." "Oh, thanks, Cayden. You are very good at praising,” the host said while placing a palm over her excited heart. After swallowing, the Little Prince put on a big smile. "You're welcome, Greta." Witnessing the joy of the toddler, Mr. Hunt suddenly let out a quick breath. After placing his spoon on the plate, the old man furrowed his brows. "How old are you, Little Kid?" At the unexpected question, Cayden delayed to lift the plastic fork to his mouth. "Three," he replied with round eyes. “Is it just three, Little Prince?” Gabriella whispered while wiping the s
“Come here, Ace! Look how many horses there are in here,” Cayden said as he waved at the baby girl Mia was holding.As if understanding the meaning of the call, Grace raised her hand and pointed her index finger at the stable. With a blink of an eye, she signaled to her mother to walk faster.“Alright, Little Princess. Let's come to your cousin," Mia whispered while stepping wider.Jumping up and down, Cayden waited for his playmate to arrive. Only after the auntie passed the door, then he walked again. Vigorously, the toddler dragged Gabriella to follow his steps."Come on, Mom! Let’s greet every horse belonging to Grandpa Hunt," the Little Prince exclaimed while moving towards the nearest stall.With slightly curved lips, Gabriella kept up with her son's enthusiasm. Cayden's energy never ebbed. Even when he knew the window to peek was out of reach, the toddler kept trying to find the hole between the boards.“
"Visiting you is not in vain, Grandpa. Actually, my time feels much more valuable when I'm by your side," Julian said while rubbing Mr. Hunt's drooping shoulder.However, instead of being consoled, the old man waved his hand. It was clear that he did not agree with the grandson's statement.“The journey from your house to here is very time consuming, Julian. You can do more important things with that thousands seconds. Taking care of pending work, hanging out with friends, and even having a picnic in the park near your house. Coming here too often will only waste your weekends,” the old man argued in a hoarse, slashing voice.Once again, Julian confirmed the movement of his head. He wanted to show that his words were not mere small talk, but sincere from the bottom of his heart.“You know what, Grandpa? Someone recently gave me a precious advice. He said that I was very lucky to have a grandfather as great as you. Because of that, I don'
After waiting for a while, Julian still didn't get any answer. While stroking his grandfather's shoulder, he asked again, "Is there a problem?"After taking a deep breath, Mr. Hunt wiped his face. It was only then that he realized his tears were almost falling."Nothing, Julian," the old man replied in the same volume. While trying to carve a smile, he pointed at the toddler who was still excited spreading the joy. "Let's pay attention to the story from Cayden."Understanding that the grandfather was reluctant to express his feelings, Julian clenched his jaw. However, after nodding for a moment, he took a quick breath and looked away."Okay," the young man said softly, rubbing the back which felt cold even though the atmosphere was warm. He knew that his grandfather needed space."What's the matter, Julian?" Mia asked as her lips were brought close to her husband's ear.After meeting the gaze, Julian shook his head. "I don’t know. It s
“Now after listening to your love story …, the image of your grandmother becomes clearer in my brain. It makes me miss her even more,” Mr. Hunt said before swallowing a very bitter spit."I'd love to see your grandmother again, Julian. Kiss her gently and hug her warmly," the grandfather sighed as he raised his wrinkled fingers and dropped the gaze there. After one miserable breath, the old man tried to touch the air. "If only these hands could still caress her face, my happiness would be perfect."Not knowing what to say, Julian blinked, holding back tears. With an awkward move, he gave a light pat on the back that looked so lonely."Do you know that your grandmother was a very cheerful person? If you think that Greta inherited my character, then you are wrong. The twinkle in her eyes, her big smile, her excited tone of voice …everything that exudes joy from your auntie is exactly like her mother.”While trying to lift the