Bubsy woke up and Patricia brought him over.
Nidia was wearing home clothes in soft material. She took the baby held by Patricia and went to the bed to play with him.
Patricia left the room at this point.
She left the room for them.
"Ma, Ma..."
On the soft, big bed, Bubsy lay in his mother's arm with a smile. He laboriously repeated a word and grasped his mother's hair and played with it.
He scratched Nidia at his will, so it hurt a little.
Nidia, as an indulgent mother, could only lie there and cater to him, following the force of Bubsy's tug on her hair.
Jackson clasped his son's soft little wrist with a frown. Clasping his fingers, he tried to take out the hair from Bubsy's hand and said with seriousness, "Bubsy, stop grabbing mommy's hair."
Bubsy, who apparently couldn't understand, rolled his eyes and looked at his dad's watch.
Bubsy hugged Daddy's sturdy wrist, playing with the watch.
