Jackson Russo just liked to show off a bit, and when Chloe hung up the phone crying sadly and miserably, Jackson quickly opened his eyes and pulled Chloe to sit on his stomach.
"Don't cry, I'm fine, aren't I?"
"Jackson... Jackson didn't die..."
Chloe reached out her fair little hand to wipe her eyes.
"I'm still alive." Jackson burped and grabbed Chloe's little hand, placing it on his stomach.
"I have indigestion here, give me a rub."
Chloe, while crying, also burped. Her little hand grabbed Jackson's clothes and tugged twice, "If I rub, Jackson won't die, right?"
"Mm... but that's not rubbing, it's grabbing."
Chloe, with eyes red from crying, rubbed Jackson's stomach while "chatting" with him.
Jackson really didn't know what to say to Chloe, so he babbled nonsense to change the topic.
"Look at your dear sister, doesn't she know you're still young? And she's still not back home at this hour?"
Chloe pouted unhappily.
"Mama... busy working..."
