A gentle smile crinkled the corners of Evangeline's eyes as she took Genesis from Danton.
The little one was bare. His arms and legs were chubby and dimpled, fair and supple. Every plump curve was a testament to his meticulous feeding and care—he was clearly a cherished and well-loved cub.
The moment he was in his mother's arms, Genesis immediately wrapped his soft little arms around Evangeline's neck.
He tilted his head and gazed at her profile for a long time, his rainbow-colored eyes fixed solely on his mother. After a moment, he broke into a sweet smile. His rosy little lips, as if coated in honey, pressed against her cheek with a loud SMOOCH, leaving a slobbery kiss behind.
Thorne eyed Genesis's clinginess and couldn't help but snort. With a sweep of his long arm, he scooped the boy into his own embrace.
