The little boy, Aaron Sinclair, in her arms, had eyes that lit up. He reached out, wrapping his arms around her and clinging to her affectionately. "Mama, I missed you."
"Haha, I missed you too."
"Mwah, Mommy (˘³˘)♡."
"My son is so adorable. Let Mommy pat your head. My good little baby."
He watched the scene of the mother and son embracing.
Javier Sinclair said nothing, merely watching in silence. An indescribable feeling welled up inside him—a sense of belonging, the feeling of a home.
Perhaps because he was staring, Celeste Grant, still holding her son with one arm, waved her other hand in front of his face.
"What are you looking at?"
Javier Sinclair stated with a perfectly straight face, "Celeste Grant, you've put on quite a bit of weight while you were away."
