Jazmine
“Papa.. you are here..” Miguel’s squeals filled the air in the room as soon as Victor entered through the door. Jazmine could finally be at peace because Miguel had been troubling her by asking at least a thousand times in the last twenty-four hours about when his papa was going to come home.
“Yup, I’m here..” He dropped his bags on the floor carelessly and bent down to carry the boy in his arms, showering kisses on his cheeks.
Jazmine watched them in aww. She was getting used to this bone-melting scene without making a fuss about it. She had learned to put away her pestering thoughts and enjoy the moment.
Victor looked tired and weary from the long hours of flight yet intimidatingly handsome in the long brown trench coat. And the way he was so soundly peppering kisses on
