(Jafaar's POV)
The aroma wafting from the kitchen was divine, a symphony of garlic, butter, and something tantalizingly spicy. Journee had been busy in there for a while now, and my stomach was starting to rumble in protest. But my attention was fully occupied by the small bundle of warmth nestled in my arms. Jasmine, bless her heart, had finally drifted off to sleep.
We'd been sitting in the recliner together, she and I, for the better part of an hour. She'd stare up at me with those big, curious eyes, her gaze intense and unwavering, and then, a slow smile would spread across her face, transforming her features into a miniature version of Journee. It took everything in me not to nuzzle and smooch those chubby cheeks, to inhale her sweet, milky scent – a scent I was quickly becoming add
