Tornado.

Stacy wasn't expecting that. "Do you have to ask for permission, mm? Come here,” Stacy gestured, moving the blanket away so Cherry could lay next to her.

Cherry pulled Stacy into a warm cuddle. "You're so soft,” Cherry remarked. "I guess I might have to sleep next to you every night,” She felt the need to be selfish, atleast about her new mummy. She sniffed Stacy’s skin.

How much she so much loves the cologne on her mixed with the honey and rose smell coming from Stacy’s hair.

The door was suddenly pushed open and a cart filled with different bowls of hot soup was pushed in.

Cherry quickly sat up on the bed. "So many bowls of soup? Is it for mummy?” She asked the chef putting on a white chef uniform with a white Apron tied around his waist.

"Yes, it's for her. And you should also have some so you won't catch a cold. The weather is really cold after the sudden downpour of rain,” Bruce suggested, stepping into the room with his hands in his pants but his gaze was resting on