Lady Francesca chuckled softly. "Perhaps later, I'll pamper him properly," she mused. A playful smile curved her lips. "After all, he's my precious honey bun."
She imagined it vividly: pulling Javier into a warm embrace, hugging him tightly, and burying his face against her breast. "I can already see his reaction..." The thought made her laugh. "He'd likely grumble, squirm, and put on a show of mock annoyance" but she knew better. Beneath that cheeky exterior, he loved every second of it.Sometimes, he even dared to fondle her breast, a playful gesture she always allowed, relishing the bond they shared.
He can act as proud and mischievous as he likes, but he's still my little boy.
As she sipped her tea calmly, a small, knowing smile played on her lips while she observed the chaos from afar. From her vantage point, she could clearly see her youngest son, Javier, dashing across the estate on his Pekko, Buddy, with Liana in hot pursuit.
