Cassandra Leone:-
The next morning, I woke up to soft, sweet, small, and gentle hands caressing my cheek, and I smiled, knowing who those hands belonged to, and I pretended to sleep a little more as I heard the father and son duo talking and fighting over me, while I tried to hold back my laughter.
They were literally fighting over me. My caveman husband was jealous of his son, who was claiming me as his and asking Eliseo not to touch me. Something my husband really hates. If he were given the choice to choose between not touching me and his death, then he would choose death, since not touching me would be worse than death for him.
"I told you, Piccolo, she’s mine," Eliseo said, but his voice showed how much he enjoyed joking with his son. "I was made for her even before you entered th
