"Cherry. My Cherry." A delirious Jamie whispered, attempting to lift his hand to the lady in front of him. His eyes opened but he could not see the person in front of him.
She didn't feel like his Cherry.
That was all he could mutter before he fell into a state of deep rest again.
About two hours later, he was awake again.
The voices talking, unintentionally called upon him.
"Really? You are sure he spoke?"
The voice belonged to Daphne she was excited.
"What did he say?" Still eager, questioning if it wasn't just a delusion.
"He said, mother, my mother."
The figure said.
Mrs. Lancaster was carefully listening to the conversation, but focused on her darling son.
Jamie was so beautiful, she thought.
She never expected she would have such beautiful children. His caramel ey
