Padma's life was not as soapy as a novel. Liz is not a mistake. Her little angel was born of love. Okay, fine. She admitted that it was a bit of a mistake. She was a little scared when she found out she was pregnant. But Henry was not afraid.

Padma helped set up the table while he busied himself with the lasagna in the oven. She looked at the large man in the yellow floral apron and felt like she wanted to laugh, so she slumped against the table. try to stop the noise But seeing the slight ripple of her shoulders, Henry immediately knew that she was laughing.

He walked over and supported the table. Padma raised her head and smiled sweetly.

“Try it and you won't be able to laugh.”

“Can I taste it first?”

He immediately bent down to kiss her and whispered against her soft lips, “How is it?”

“So so.”

Henry smiled knowingly and let her taste some more until he admitted it was delicious.

Padma was in a good mood for two reasons. One, Mrs. Rasamee was preparing a big, hearty meal waiting at the small house. But their warmth. And two, today is the last working day before she gets a full ten-day vacation!

A young woman checks the contents of the email one last time before pressing send, shouting 'Yes' in her heart with excitement. When he looked away from the screen, he met the amused eyes of the older woman across the room. Padma ducked her head in an embarrassed manner that didn't match the age of thirty-two. Try your best to hold back your smile. But it's not easy when she's too happy to keep a straight face like usual.

People around you feel a sense of joy. But no one knew the real reason: it was not because of vacation. If it's a secret you've kept for so long For so long that Mrs. Rasamee's disappointment and sorrow changed to joy, I can't remember when.

But Padma never regretted it.

Padma concentrated on counting down the hours until work was over. As soon as the clock hands reach the position She got up and left the room, ignoring the many pairs of eyes that looked at her. As soon as we got into the taxi, I sent a message to my mother. Mr. Rasamee responded quickly with pictures of a table full of food and handmade stickers that said it was neat.

She re-read the message Henry sent at noon. Scroll through old messages. Between her and him, with a smile, even the image of a dark-skinned girl with fluffy hair riding the neck of a large man. The background is the red-orange cliffs of Providence Canyon, which were purposely shot to look more thrilling. The young woman stared for a long time, considering whether she had saved this picture or not.

Mrs. Rasamee must not like this picture. She shook her head, laughing at herself. Press to save to the device without wasting time checking. I got to see what adventures Henry took his beloved grandchild on.

The pungent smell of fried chilies hit the nose even before entering the house. Padma put her bag on the table in front of the TV and walked to her mother in the kitchen. Plump body surrounded by enthusiasm She helps with the rice. Sit in a chair Before handing over the phone, look at the picture that I guess you haven't seen yet.

“Oh, I'm dead,” Mr. Rasamee exclaimed, his face wrinkling. Padma sat and smiled, waiting to hear his opinion. “Henry, what will I do if I fall in?”

"Far from the edge of the cliff. You won't fall."

She didn't share that the photo was several months ago. The girl wasn't afraid of heights. On the contrary, Liz was so excited that she called two days in a row to tell her about it. The clear voice, interspersed with Henry's murmurings urging her to go to bed, made Padma hardly wait for her vacation.

She had waited a year for today, tomorrow, and almost a week to be with them.

“Mother's Liz is growing up so fast. The older you get, the cuter you get.” Khun Rasamee praises her with her mouth full. 'Mother's Liz,' 'My Liz,' 'Grandma's Liz' very well tells how much she admires her grandchild. The next sentence sounded like regret. “If you can show it off to others, that would be great.”

“You can brag about it,” Padma chimed in, knowing his next words well.

"Tell me, who will believe that it's your son?"

Padma and Ms. Rasamee walked through the bustling crowd to the meeting point at the airport where Henry and Liz were waiting. When the nine-year-old girl who had been looking up saw her, she ran over and hugged her waist with all her might. Padma put down her bag and hugged her back. Sit down with your eyes at the same level. His sparkling black eyes mirrored hers. Someone who doesn't have any resemblance to his daughter.

“Darling, Mommy misses you so much.”

"the same"

Padma kissed his round cheek. With love and miss Henry followed and joined them. Liz lets her go and hugs her grandmother. He took his child's place with a strong embrace. His big arms were so tight that she couldn't breathe. Whispering vulgar sentences that could only be said on the bed. She spun around for him to shield her from her mother's view and leaned up for a kiss. Thick cola-flavored lips pressed heavily against her lips. Lingeringly pulling away

“I like the mint flavor better.”

Henry laughed, bent down and kissed her quickly again before greeting Mrs. Rasmi.

“Still as tough as ever, Henry. How is Samantha?” Ms. Rasamee hugged her niece without stopping.

“Knitting a table cover, waiting for you every day.” Henry took their bags and carried them to them. Then walk to the parking lot. Padma and her mother held each child's hand. Liz begins to tell about tomorrow's plans. Henry muttered in a low voice that there was no plan at all. But my daughter turned a deaf ear. Continue to tell the story. Mr. Rasamee listened to the Southern accent, sometimes unable to catch it, but nodded his head to fully appease his grandchild.

“Rey, have you ever been to an aquarium?” Liz tugged at Mrs. Rasamee's hand to answer the question.

“I used to, but it was a long time ago.”

“Is it like here?”

“Grandma thought it wouldn't be the same.”

Padma listened quietly to her daughter. Maybe because of the distance or not spending much time together. Liz never called them mom or grandma. Henry tries to teach She still refused to call until he gave up. With the desire to be a full-time grandmother Mrs. Rasamee even loosely blamed her for not being serious in refusing to stay in Georgia with Henry in the first place.

Even though at the beginning, at that time, he was extremely angry at her for getting pregnant with a black person. Does not meet your standards Plus, it was while she was studying which made her graduate several months behind schedule.

She gave birth to him and returned home as if nothing had happened. But during that time many stories happened. She and Henry still keep in touch. She comes to see him once a year. And he took his daughter to see her as well. He and his mother keep Liz updated on every little thing, involving her in the decision-making of their child's school.

The image and sound of the little child gradually faded away. Growing up where she was content and alone. Melt Mrs. Rasamee's heart within two months.

Padma's life was not as soapy as a novel. Liz is not a mistake. Her little angel was born of love. Okay, fine. She admitted that it was a bit of a mistake. She was a little scared when she found out she was pregnant. But Henry was not afraid. He is ready to be by her side, ask her to marry him, invite her to live together. Unfortunately, she was too worried about Mr. Rasamee to leave him alone in Bangkok, so she chose her mother. And now it's the mother who moans loudly that she should have chosen her child.

She definitely chose her child. It's just that she can't be with you.

She didn't abandon her own child.

“Pat, Pat, you're lost again.” Henry lightly touched his upper arm. She looked at him in confusion. Take the empty water bottle that he hands over. “You must be tired.”

“I don't sleep well.”

“You'll adjust in time, darling.”

Henry glanced at his daughter and grandmother who were talking in the rearview mirror. Hopefully Liz won't disturb his private time with her mother too much. The young man looked meaningfully at Padma who was forcing her eyes open. She burst out laughing. Slap his upper arm with full force. Liz and Mrs. Rasamee are interested in joining the group as well. But Henry wasn't open to it.

Keep them out of the circle by pretending not to see or hear. Liz stops pestering. Continue describing your plans for a museum trip to your good listeners.

“It's really ugly, Henry,” Padma blushed. Atlanta moved slowly before her eyes. Henry intended to drive slowly. Let her observe the changes from year to year. But what Padma was interested in were only old memories. Loneliness, far from home, hellish roommate, part-time job at a cafe. The police who come every day to buy coffee at 4 p.m., old-fashioned dates in the park. and a space-pattern bed The specialness in the ordinary that takes many years to become visible.

“Liz, did you promise to sleep with Mom?” Padma asked her child. Henry glanced at her pleadingly. Pray that Liz will refuse. But the daughter doesn't know the trick. Nod and answer loudly.

“Yes, there must be a story. We made a promise.”

“Yes, but Father will be the one to tell.”

Henry shook his head. “I can't believe it. I thought you missed me. When are you going to make a contract?"

“Come on Henry. The child must come first.”

A compact one-story house in the quiet suburbs. Samantha came out to answer her when she heard the sound of a car. An older woman with a plump body as thick as With his mother hugging her and kissing her cheeks. Then do the same as Mrs. Rasamee. The broken phone conversation from a month ago resumed as soon as her mother began speaking. Their single mother took to the kitchen.

Henry carried his bag into the bedroom. Padma sat in the living room hugging her daughter. Henry came back out and sat down next to them. Take them in and snuggle. Liz made a noise of protest in discomfort. As for Padma, who longed for their touch, she felt extremely happy. She closed her eyes, inhaled the same relaxing scent of cologne, absorbed the warmth of his body.

“Liz, you can go see Grandma,” Henry tried to dismiss his daughter. Next time, I'll have to tell you honestly. That you need personal time

“Grandma doesn't like me bothering you when you're cooking.”

Padma smiled lightly, holding her large hand with the marks on her lover's face. He squeezed softly in response. She liked to look at the contrast of her own skin color with theirs. The eyes were black and the hair was curly and fluffy. If you didn't see the baby coming out with your eyes, it would be hard to believe that they were of the same bloodline.

Liz got her father in every way. Not like mother at all But Henry argued, wanting to console him that there was one thing very much like her.

stubborn

'Do you know that I can't handle it when you're fighting? I can't take care of you either.' He once called to vent after an argument over piano lessons. 'Honey, I think you can handle your child. But you probably don't want to try it, trust me.'

Padma didn't think it was happy, but she was glad. Henry let her be her mother, even if he could break up with her. Start a new life with someone who loves them. He said he couldn't find it. Yes, he will close his heart. But there wasn't any. Deep down, she was relieved that he didn't have anyone else. It cannot be denied that it would be heartbreaking if one fine day he told her that Liz would have a new mother.

“Henry, thank you,” Padma said softly. Henry responded with an even quieter hmmm. Decided to lift my daughter off her lap. Told to wait outside. He led Padma, who was drowsy, to the bedroom. I put her on the bed and was about to leave. A soft call stopped him.

“Henry”

Henry stood in front of the door. The late morning sunlight shone through the curtains in tiny rays. Draped on her body like a dream Narrowly closed eyes drew him back.

“Can you kiss me first? I miss you"

Henry didn't want to be satisfied with just a kiss. But Liz is waiting. If he delays, she will come after him. Poetry can't block Liz. He wondered who his daughter was taking thieving lessons from, but he couldn't do anything. Besides having to beg for personal time He thought the child was old enough to understand.

In the afternoon, Padma was completely refreshed. In contrast to the daughter who plays mischievously until it is completely destroyed. Henry was exhausted from running around with his children and the Baron. A large German shepherd now crouched next to the bed. A young woman enjoys playing with her fluffy hair like cotton candy. She had seen Samantha skillfully braid her hair, so she gave it a try, and it ended in tears without leaving her grandmother's reach.

“This is just tiring. That means you're getting old, right?” Padma teased the young man who was breathing heavily next to her child. His eyes were closed, but she knew he wasn't asleep. Henry opened one eye and didn't respond, so she continued, "Are you sure you can catch up to the villain?"

“Pat, children and thieves are not the same.”

“Okay, I know.”

"You don't know. Believe me, you have to try and you'll know that you don't know."

“Never give up,” Padma wrinkled her nose, slapped his stomach like a fang, and got up to take out the clothes from the suitcase. Swipe his clothes and pile them to one side. Hang your own on the other side, throw a souvenir to “Henry, take it.”

Henry caught it just right before it fell on his face. Thank you for your accurate throw. Something like a soft cloth wrapped in paper was not hard to guess. “What is this again?”

“Open it and look.”

“Thank you, but no, I know what it is.”

No underwear or socks. When they were dating, he didn't know her taste was so bad.

Padma wrapped a towel around her waist and began pulling down her pants. Turn your back to him and slowly Take off your shirt, revealing your bare back. When he took off all his underwear, he turned around to find that Henry had closed his eyes, escaping her seduction. The girl laughs hysterically. She's not in a hurry. There are still many days left. While taking a shower, I heard him moaning loudly.

“Baby, I admit that you are beautiful, but you want me to ‘wrestle’ you next to your child? My head isn't thinking about pushing you down on the bed.”

“No, Henry. I was just joking.” She almost didn't answer. But his voice made her unable to hold back her mouth. “And don't say the word '

fuck’

In front of the child as well, even though he's asleep, his subconscious mind still knows."

Henry ignored the instructions. I'm fascinated by her teasing. It's really almost Like you, wouldn't you know that it was just the sound of cloth rubbing against each other? His imagination ran wild. “That's it. Imagine if I didn't know you were joking.”

"you know"

"I might not know."

“But you know.”

“Yes, Pat, I can know.”

Padma smiled until her cheeks ached. The sound of the doorknob must have alerted Henry in time. So I saw his eyes closed again. She put on her shirt and walked over to sit next to him. Gently stroke the short-cut hair that has started to turn white. He had changed very little in these ten years. But the slightest change was something she felt unbearable to. Fortunately, I was able to overlook it.

Henry might have discovered some of her unlovable traits as well. I hope he can accept it.

“Henry, you are so cute.”

“Or is it teasing?”

“For me it's the same.”

He sighed, reaching out his hand and pulling her down to lie next to each other. His arms tightened around her again. Padma hugged her in response, overwhelmed with longing. Breathe in the sweet scent of sweat on him. When Henry kissed her temple She kissed the tip of his chin in response. Leave a faint trace on yourself A deep emotion began to spread from the tips of his feet. Her toe nudged his shin.

But his breathing was still steady. I couldn't believe that sensitive Henry could endure it.

"Are you starting to want to 'fight' me now?" Padma whispered teasingly. Hurrying to make an excuse before he uses her teachings to come back, "If you speak softly, the child won't hear you."

Henry laughed lowly, causing the Baron to startle, moaning in his dream. Padma moved to find a comfortable corner when she found that he would not waver after her. After sleeping for half a day, it may be difficult to close your eyes and fall asleep again. So she lay quietly looking at his face like that. Counting the small scars that blends in with dark skin like black ink Remember that wrinkles appear to increase rapidly in the last five years.

Last Christmas, my right eye only had two crow's feet. But now it has increased by one more!

“Henry, how old are you? Forty, forty-one, forty-two, or fifty?”

Henry responded with a snoring sound that she couldn't stand listening to for hours.

Samantha and Mrs. Rasamee were having a nice conversation when Padma came out to the kitchen to get some snacks. Listening intently while eating oiled samosas, I heard myself and Henry's names faintly. Lonely old people like to gossip about their children and grandchildren. The half-year gap was filled with stories that each side was proud of their secrets. The young woman also wanted to sit and listen.

Henry and Liz, from Samantha's perspective, are painted with colors she has never seen with her own eyes. and can never get bored listening to it

Henry said it was all fiction. Before she found out that he also liked her colors from Mrs. Rasamee's point of view.

Padma listened intently. Capture important information that may be useful in the future. It's not all fiction. Wiping off a little of the paint, she saw them in the colors she knew. The color tone she loves

“Henry...Ray. I really want you to be here. When Liz was sick, he freaked out..."

"Pat was almost crazy..."

"I told you...it's just the flu."

"Like I've never been like that before..."

“New parents,” Samantha snorted.

Mrs. Rasamee laughs. “Eight-nine years isn't what you'd call a newbie, Samantha.”

But I have to admit that some colors are just as annoying. Padma let out a breath as she thrust a vegetable-filled fried snack into the mouth of the baron who was following her closely. It was as if he knew there was something to eat. The eyes were moist and shiny, cute, unlike the personality of a police dog, which made her soft-hearted and kept giving them to him. He swallowed it all and licked his hand. I'm not sure if it means thank you or another request.

She thought it was probably both. Thus satisfying its needs happily. I also enjoyed being begged for it. I thought for fun that she was here for a month. I bet this retired omnivorous dog must have serious health problems. Even Samantha takes him out for a walk every morning.

“One last piece, good girl.” She put the snack into his mouth and put the dishes away. Outside, the topic changed to Henry not getting off work on time. Problems that cannot be solved forever But Samantha made amends by quitting work outside the home when Liz was born. It is a sacrifice that nothing else can compare with. Even your love

Padma thought that if their mothers didn't have the same heart, Her relationship with Henry must have been more complicated than this. And it might not end this well. Raising Henry alone, Samantha accepts that her son's time as a single father isn't too difficult. He also sympathizes with her mother who has only one child. As for Mrs. Rasamee, who has been a widow since her daughter was two years old, she understands the hardships of the man whose burden she abandoned...wait, she didn't abandon her!

How many times must I be told before Mrs. agrees to understand that she never abandoned her child? At first, I didn't seem satisfied at all. But now it turns out that everything is Henry. Henry is good at everything. Just because he is the father of my beloved grandchild. In contrast to her, everything she did was wrong.

If at that time she decided to stay with Henry Maybe the lady hates him to the point of never being kind to him.

Padmā wanted to erase the blemishes of his history with this assumption. But of course, she could only 'want', and she would never let this pessimistic thought out for you to hear. She will become guilty without investigating. Mrs. Rasamee will forcefully argue that there is no way to hate good people. Like Henry.

She doesn't face the problems of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the tradition of classic soap operas. But she is the daughter of a mother who is lost in her grandchild. Might be a little annoying. It's still better than the first. Because that means there won't be anything left in your life. Whether it's Liz or Henry

Padma couldn't lose them.

Liz had grown so big that huddling three people in one bed became too warm and uncomfortable. Henry leaned against the head of the bed and read a story while yawning. As for those who are being lulled, their eyes are still open. Keep asking for more things. Until he raised his hands in surrender. Stretching out to lie down, ignoring the slightest protest. When he turned off the lights to escape her

The girl muttered. He moved away from his father and approached Padma. Then he started to speak.

“Pat, you promised to tell.”

“Mom said that Dad would tell the story,” Padma said, hugging her daughter's body tightly. Henry stubbornly abandoned his duties. Where do you tell stories?

“Then can you tell me a story about when you were my age?” Liz argued. Her father's stories were boring and repetitive. She only listened because she liked his voice.

“Very normal. Mother doesn't think there's anything exciting about it.”

“Is it as boring as Dad's wolf story just now?”

“Not that much.”

Liz's hand slid up her face and stroked gently. Padma let her daughter play with her as she pleased. Maybe boring things will make you fall asleep faster. She kissed his soft palm before starting.

“Mommy is the same age as me. But not as big as me. small like a monkey Grandma likes that Mom is a monkey. Because I can't stay still. Mom, I think we might be the same here, right? Dad said I like to run in the baron race. I probably like going forward. As for Mom, she likes to go upstairs. The higher she gets, the more excited she gets. Her heart pumps and flutters. When I was a child, Mom often fell out of trees from a low place, just outside the window. It started to get higher and higher.”

“How high?” Liz interrupted with excitement in her voice. Padma began to moan in her heart. She told the story slowly.

"roof"

“Just kidding.”

"I'm surprised you survived," Henry muttered.

Padma thought he was asleep. Liz ignores the noise. Continue to interrogate with interest.

“What are you doing up on the roof?”

“It's not the roof. but about as high as the roof.”

“Is it a tree?”

“That's right, trees. Grandma's house has a lot of trees, if I remember.”

"Do you remember which tree it is? In case I try climbing it."

“The tree where the swing hung was easy to climb. When I realized it was too high…” Padma held her daughter's head close to her chest and rubbed it gently. What must I do to fall asleep? She pretended to yawn loudly. Make a languid voice, “Darling, is it okay to continue tomorrow? It's time to sleep.”

The girl was silent for a moment and then nodded. A small finger searched for her little finger in the dark and hooked it. Her heart fluttered until it hurt. “Alright, you have to tell me what happened after you fell. What do you think, Ray?"

“Of course.”

“Will you go to the aquarium with me tomorrow?”

“I've always been looking forward to it, my dear.”

Padma kissed his forehead. Liz still seems to want to continue talking. Dad never continued when he said he would keep quiet. She guessed that Mom was the same way. So he tried to force himself to sleep. Cuddle and find solace from the soft, supple breasts and the sound of a heart on the cheek. The same scent as father gives a feeling of safety. Yet he still couldn't fall asleep. So Liz started counting the wolves.

His breathing slowly became steady, his legs began to droop all over him, signaling that he was asleep. Henry turned around and wrapped his arms around her and the baby. Want to touch each other after being apart for almost half a year. Could it be that he was selfish for feeling like Liz was in the way? You shouldn't have taken your mother away from him the first night like this.

“Can you please change places?” Henry whispered, getting off the bed to allow Padma to carefully shift her child into his place. I myself moved to sleep next to her on the other side. He's better at hugging now. Burying his nose in the crook of her neck, he inhaled her body odor. Mumbling into messy hair “I miss you, Pat.”

“Three times now, Henry.”

“I want you to know that I really miss you.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“That you have to tell me first.”

“Let's wait for Greenland to completely dissolve first.”

"Maybe not for long, I think."

Padma smiled, releasing her hand from her child and turning towards him, the wet lips that deliberately touched her ear giving her goosebumps all over. Her fingertips traced her face, finding the location of her eyes, nose, chin, while his hands surveyed her body. Font relieves longing But it arouses even more feelings of longing. The girl smiled at him in the dark. sweet whisper

“Henry, you are the greatest father in the world. Thank you for taking care of my child.”

She upped the ante with a passionate kiss that caught him off guard. Find the tenderness in his mouth. Waiting for him to lead her Henry pressed her buttocks against him, giving him a feeling of nostalgia that wasn't just words. She slipped her thigh between his legs. Waiting for a caressing tongue to answer. But after waiting and waiting, he refused to taste it back. So she bit his lip in frustration. Taste faintly of blood I felt guilty. But she didn't do too much.

“Henry, goodnight kiss,” she urged.

“This isn't a goodnight kiss, Pat,” Henry said hoarsely. You know he's restraining himself. If you answer tonight, you probably won't stop at just kissing. He licked the crack she had just left. Trying to turn my attention to her suspicious tree.

“Have you ever really fallen from a tree?” A fall from such a height shouldn't still be good.

“What do you think?”

“Have you broken any bones?”

“Let's check it out.”

She dared to provoke, because she knew that Henry would not dare to do it in front of the child. Yes, Liz was asleep, but her subconscious was still working. Passionate scenes of parents' love are not good for children's learning.

Padma returned to full health. Meanwhile, Mrs. Rasamee just got jet-lagged. Still, he forced himself to come out with them because he couldn't refuse his niece. The Georgia Aquarium is known to be the largest in the world. Plus it's only an hour close to home. Henry never once brought his child. But with the mountain forest parks, there is no mistake. She was both amused and pitied. I don't know what to blame. Because I secretly agree with him as well.

'Too many people, dizzy'

The museum was truly a landmark for families and children. The noise and chaos swallowed them up into one of many families. Mrs. Rasamee retreated from the first zone. Asking for a souvenir photo of the grandchildren together, he invited Samantha to find a place to sit and wait. Liz is eager to catch a sea star. Didn't stop to look at other tanks for long.

Padma walked behind, happily holding up her phone to take pictures of them. There is less and less time left. So she tries to take as many precious memories as possible.

“Come on, Liz.” Henry held the baby and squeezed in to find a space next to the sea star pond. Liz confidently released her hand from his neck. He reached down and found the rough-skinned creature closest to him. Padma stared at the crumpled leg of one of the pipes attached to the glass and felt goosebumps. Liz invites her to try catching some. The young woman shook her head rapidly.

“It's cute.”

"Yes, it's cute, but I don't want my hands wet."

Liz asks Henry to take her to a large red sea star, stroking and caressing him for a long time before he's satisfied. The star moved and exclaimed with excitement. Big, sparkling eyes Her daughter's smile was so adorable that Padma didn't have the heart to look at anything, even her favorite jellyfish. I want to follow them continuously. But Henry suggested that she should act as a mother to impress her children.

“Baby, you will watch us from a distance. Can't do it alone," he said, reaching out to take her cell phone to help take a photo. She later approached Liz, who was watching a swarm of fiery jellyfish float about like dancers.

“Do you like them?” Liz asked, looking at the long, pretty whiskers.

“It's really cute.”

“Oh, yes, but we can't play catch, right?”

“It is poisonous.”

Padma traced her finger on the glass at a jellyfish floating nearby. Tell Liz to move over and take a closer look at it. It's time to show off the secretly done a little homework.

“Do you think it has eyes?”

Liz looked at it for a moment, "There it is. It's like a squid."

“Are you sure?”

"I guess I don't have any. Do you want to bet?" A young man joined the group. Take a photo of a single jellyfish. Give it to her knowingly

“If correct, what will I get?”

“Everything is possible,” Henry said boldly.

Liz narrowed her eyes at her father suspiciously. Dazzling eyes Starting to have fun "Let's say Father is right."

“I want Mom to give Dad two nights,” he quickly answered, as if waiting for this question. Padma immediately stepped on his foot. But Henry did not flinch. Continue drafting the agreement with Liz. Children already know what they do when they are alone. I just have to ask her to give me a chance. “Starting from tonight, what?”

Liz looked at the jellyfish and then at Padma, who was glaring at her father. But his mouth smiled softly at her. “Do you want to change your answer?”

Henry quickly intervened, "Stop it, Pat. You must be neutral, do you understand? Being neutral means not helping."

“I haven't agreed to play yet,” said Liz, his attitude completely clear.

“Liz, you have to play.” Henry gently pressed his small shoulder, bending down to meet her eyes, half pleading, half forced.

Padma raised her eyebrows. From fun to anger She was about to show off her knowledge. Now Liz is completely oblivious to her fire jellyfish. And she's already tired of his private time. She will definitely give it to him. But not now Can't he see that they're making good memories together?

Padma pulled her child away from him. Take him back to continue looking at the invertebrates. Henry will follow. She hurriedly gave her a warning look. The young man froze in place. I know she's starting to get angry. The deadly eyes sparkled. He accidentally took two steps back out of habit.

You have to give in first, or it will go away. You won't be angry for long.

Padma's anger really didn't last long. Normally she would be angry all day at least. But because this is not normal There isn't enough time for nonsense. Try to give various reasons. Nana washed herself all the way to the underwater tunnel, where she finally smiled at him.

Mrs. Rasamee and Samantha bought souvenirs and waited as they circled back. Already found something to eat by ourselves. Henry then took Samong home. Liz fell asleep on top of her. The little girl walked so much that she was exhausted. Padma lovingly stroked her child's hair. Hum the country song playing in the background.

Henry stops pestering. When she promised to stay with him all afternoon. The person he should beg for is not his child. But it's you.

Padma caught the eye of the beverage shop where she used to work during her school days. I'm surprised every time I see that it's still there. Even though it doesn't have any interesting selling points. Henry followed her gaze. Said he was still a regular customer. She didn't understand why he would tell her. In the past, she might have liked to listen. Because it's sweet But now it's not.

“You probably won't be attracted to Asian girls again.”

Henry seemed to realize what had just tickled him. “Honey, I bought coffee there before I saw you again. If I were that gullible, I would have already finished with someone else.”

It's suspicious that he's only attracted to her. But Padma thought it was her who was attracted to him first. I saw her every day until I recognized the face and the voice. When one day it disappeared, she felt strangely anxious. When he returned she was more cheerful than usual. Before he realized he was smiling more at him than anyone else. It was when there was a WhatsApp number attached to a ten dollar bill.

'You may not know it, Pat, but I do.'

Padma admits that she really doesn't know. Where do you like him? It might be a sense of humor. or tips given generously Let's just say she decided to date him right then and there. And it ended the way it is now. I have a lovely daughter and a wonderful lover.

Is there any man as admirable as the one who takes care of his child alone without hesitation?

When he got home, Henry took Liz to bed to rest. As for Padma, she packed her bags, changed her clothes and waited, turning around to inspect her figure in a nice Daisy one-piece dress, thinking that she was still perfectly beautiful. His eyes caught sight of Mrs. Rasamee leaning against the door frame, looking silently. His face suddenly felt hot. Continue to collect small items. You can add lipstick along the way.

“Are you going out, Pat?”

“Yes,” she ruffled her hair as she walked past her mother. I wonder what Henry is doing.

"Will you be back in the evening? Mom will cook for you."

“It's not evening. Please take a look at Liz as well.”

Henry came out of Liz's room just in time. Opening his eyes, he stared at her beautiful dress. “Baby, it suits you perfectly.”

“You can go.” She hurriedly pulled him into the car. Before Mrs. Rasamee asks for more details. Yes, it's a complicated mystery. But it is not something that must be informed to everyone.

Padma added more lipstick. Henry comments that it doesn't taste very good. She glanced up and smiled. I intend to continue drawing my lips. How could you think that she dressed so beautifully for him?

“Where are we going?”

“Is there a place in particular you want to go?”

She shook her head, "No, it's your choice."

Padma grabbed the collar of her shirt and looked at her breasts, squinted her face, she was dressed beautifully, but she was in such a hurry that she forgot to change underwear. Henry glanced out of the corner of his eye. The woman hurriedly pushed his face back and ordered, “Henry, close your eyes.”

He gasped, "How? I'm driving."

Padma began to move and fidget. Serious tone “Only five seconds. Slow down Then close your eyes.”

“Are you going to kill yourself?”

“Henry”

“Okay, three seconds.”

Henry really didn't understand at all. That she cares so much about what's inside He doesn't care what color or style of bra she wears.

“But I care. If you don't, that's your business. This is my body, Henry, when will you close your eyes?”

Padma reached behind her. Unhook through thin fabric. When Henry slowed down and closed his eyes, She expertly pulled the bra out through her arms, and on the count of three, the outdated fashion was already tucked away in her bag. He looked at her breasts like he couldn't believe it. The girl shrugged her shoulders, smiling happily.

“Do it like I've never seen it before.”

"Alright, I'm ready," Padma let her hair down. Breaking it apart in a way that I thought was seductive, I turned to ask for a compliment, "How are you?"

“Very beautiful, Pat, but I don't feel surprised.” She put on all her clothes for him to see. Henry could even guess what she was wearing underneath. Seeing him as a shy, quiet student, who would have thought that he was actually this bold?

“I am beautiful for myself. Not for you.”

When he finished, he winked. Pretentiously blowing kisses. Henry glanced at the full lips spread wide in a good mood and couldn't help but laugh. I want to pull you in and kiss you right now.

“I have a surprise for you.”

But it was you who got the surprise!