Sylvan Cheney held her hand and found it cold, so he warmed it in his own palm.
"Why aren't you wearing more?" Sylvan Cheney noticed she was only wearing a sweater.
"I missed you, so I came in a hurry," Jasmine Yale laughed.
She loved having her hand held by Sylvan Cheney. The connection from fingers to heart gave her a special feeling, a heartbeat that she really enjoyed.
Sylvan Cheney walked to the wardrobe, picked out a beige coat for her, and put it on her without a word.
Jasmine Yale felt even warmer inside.
"A few days without seeing you, the baby has grown again." Sylvan Cheney's gaze lingered on her belly for a few seconds.
"Do you miss him? If you do, talk to him, he's definitely longing for his daddy."
Sylvan Cheney hesitated for a while, then crouched down, touching her belly through the sweater, his lips curving into a slight smile.
"Has he been good these days?"
"The weather's been good, so he's been relatively obedient."
"Have you been to the hospital?"
