That night, Sylvester laid the mattresses in the living room itself, and they all had a big sleepover in one place. Sharing jokes and stories with Miraj jumping on all their bellies was a source of laughter for all of them. It was a joyous evening worth remembering.
"Tell me about your adventures, Godfather! I want to be like you."
"Me too!" Ella chirped there while lying beside Xavia under the quilt, getting the spoiled little granddaughter treatment.
Sylvester chuckled, seeing that no matter how smart, kids are always kids. "Hmm… Most of it has already been written in books. Only the little tidbits were left out, for example, the time I was a slave undercover. Or the time I was lost in the Divine Desert and almost died in the scorching heat.
