Delphine saw four-year-old Nicholas push the door open and run straight into her arms. The faint smile on her pale face deepened slightly as she gently said, "Nicholas, my little friend, you're four years old now—practically a little grown-up."
"Even if Nicholas turns ten, he'll still be Mommy's little baby." Nicholas, unbothered, nestled his small head into her embrace, taking in her unique scent. Only then did he feel at ease.
Delphine, amused by his antics, picked him up and kissed his soft cheeks, her voice gentle and a little hoarse. "Nicholas will always be Mommy's little baby."
"Mommy, I went out just now to buy medicine." Nicholas suddenly remembered the breakfast and medicine he had bought, and quickly tugged her outside.
