She recognized his handwriting, elegant and unrestrained.
The two characters were carved with great care, understated, yet unable to hide the seriousness and focus contained within.
Jasmine Yale gently caressed the carved words with her fingers, her eyes filled with a deep smile.
After all the sails had passed, after the seas had changed and the mulberries withered, she never thought she would wait for him one day.
When she was stubbornly in love with him back then, she never thought he would like her. Meeting him, she didn't realize how many lifetimes of fortune and luck it took.
Jasmine Yale placed the bookmark inside the book.
She touched her belly, "Baby, do you think the gift that daddy gave is beautiful? When you're born, we'll have him buy more beautiful things, alright?"
She stood up, took the storybook to bed.
The baby in her belly was very well-behaved, occasionally kicking her, but as soon as she started telling a story, the little one would be very obedient.
