"Look at Zave, he's so happy to be outside!" Hayle lifted their son high, and Zave, looking quite chubby, seemed to enjoy the sensation of being held up, as if he were flying. The sunlight he hadn't felt in two weeks brought him joy. It was the first time her husband had allowed them to go outside and enjoy the surroundings, even with tight security and surrounded by many guards.
Jaxter merely smirked, watching his son look so adorable. The little one's eyes, clearly inherited from him, seemed to be asking for his father to hold him.
"It seems he wants you to hold him," Hayle said, handing over their son. Despite her strength, the weight was beginning to strain her arms. Their child was growing well.
Jaxter took Zave with ease. He was accustomed to handling Zave’s energy; in fact, it se
