Chapter Two Hundred-Ten – Under The Tree
She felt warm. She snuggled against the warmth by her sides. Her eyes fluttered open to see little Mira and Marino laid by her sides.
Laurel didn't feel sleepy anymore but she laid there, basking in the warmth, it didn't come all the time.
"W-Water…"
She snapped her head to little Marino and forced her body off the bed. He rarely spoke. He must be feeling very thirsty. "Hmm… come with me."
Carrying him on her shoulders, she sprinted to the kitchen. The boy was a little dizzy when she placed him on the table and handed him a cup of water.
"Ah, maybe, I shouldn't run with him on my shoulders." She rubbed his head as he tried to put the cup in his mouth. When he was done, he fell on the table.
"So dramatic." She poked his stomach.
And then she heard it, a small laughter from him. Laurel stared at him with doe eyes. Finally! She made him laugh.
