His soft little hand clung to Sylvan Cheney's suit pants, rubbing and tugging at them.
"Did Baby do something wrong?" He began to act like a spoiled child with Sylvan Cheney, "Daddy, you are the best, and the person Baby loves most in his heart is you. Pinky promise."
Sylvan Cheney cut a piece of bread, still without speaking.
His eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and every time he looked down, he would see Chale Cheney looking up at him with a face full of anticipation.
This little fellow was still so exquisitely beautiful, innocent and pure.
"Daddy, can Baby please go see Jasy? Baby won't disturb her, just a glance."
"I'll take you to see her tomorrow night," Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
"Really?" Chale Cheney became excited, "Then Daddy, you have to keep your word, okay? Should Baby buy a rose for Jasy tomorrow?"
"Mm," Sylvan Cheney mumbled a vague yes.
