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~Velma’s POV
A few minutes later, the service arrived. The rich smell of pancakes filled the hotel room, warm and sweet, drifting into every corner as our food was brought in. My stomach rumbled despite the travel fatigue, and I smiled at him, a quiet happiness rising in my chest.
Plates were carefully set in front of Jaden and me, steam curling off the food. I took a moment, looking at him, his eyes wide and expectant, before picking up my fork.
“Mommy,” he piped up, his small brow furrowed in mock scolding, “you didn’t brush your teeth yet.”
I froze mid-reach, realizing he was right. I had told him before that skipping brushing was a bad habit, and he hadn’t forgotten.
“I know, sweetheart,” I said softly, smiling at his earnestness. “I’ll do it now. You keep eating, don’t let it
