Jasmine Yale lay on his shoulder, like a soft and cuddly koala.
Sylvan Cheney was happy to hold her like this; he always felt she was much cuter when she was being playful than when she was throwing a tantrum.
It might have been a long time since Jasmine Yale last acted playful with Sylvan, but she was in good spirits now, snuggling up to him continuously.
If her belly weren't so big, she would have already burrowed into his arms, letting him hold her tight.
One of her favorite things was to nestle in his embrace, leaning against his broad chest. Her little face pressed against him, being held by him gave her a tremendous sense of security, even her heart felt much calmer.
"You seem to really like being held by me." Sylvan looked down at her.
She nuzzled him twice, "You found out, huh."
"Do you feel it's very comfortable being held by me?"
"Yes, it's like leaning against a stuffed toy." Jasmine Yale looked content, her eyes were full of laughter.
