Clarisse sniffed her nose, which had become a little sore from his teasing, and snuggled into his arms again. Jonathan let out a muffled groan, then tightened his embrace around her, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her warm, soft body in his arms, especially when she was being so obedient and gentle.
After finally savoring this rare moment of peace, Jonathan held her close as they walked outside.
"We should head back quickly, before we make our little princess cry!"
"She won't cry, she's so well-behaved!"
Clarisse retorted, and Jonathan chuckled as he held her tighter.
"Who do you think our two kids take after? They're both so smart and well-behaved!"
"Of course, they take after me! My dad said I was so obedient and well-behaved when I was a child!"
Clarisse replied without hesitation. She had always been known as a goody-two-shoes, especially compared to someone like Farah. Farah's father would always praise her and then scold Farah.
