Chapter 158: Find him
I pull MiMi to my front, her tiny arms reaching up to me as I tickle her softly, making her giggle. At eight months, she’s already growing so fast, her blue eyes—so much like her father’s—sparkling with joy. The sound of her laughter fills the room, and I can’t help but smile, my heart melting at how perfect she is.
"Aren’t you the cutest little angel," I murmur, watching her face light up with another round of giggles. Her small hands grab at my fingers, and I laugh softly, feeling that rush of overwhelming love that only a parent can know.
I cradle her in my arms, pressing a kiss to her soft cheek. "I mean, whose child are you? Look at how perfect you are..." I speak in a baby voice, just to hear her giggle again, and my heart swells with happiness.
Her laughter rings out, bright and clear, and I can’t help but let the worries of the world fall away for this moment. "Don’t worry, my little angel," I whisper softly, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "Soon, we’ll be with your father."
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The little bird, adorned in vibrant blue and green feathers, had certainly made a name for himself as a creature of curiosity and mischief. Instead of flying straight back to the Remiro estate as expected, Grape had a grand day filled with all sorts of unexpected detours.
First, he had encountered a stunning female bird perched on a branch, her feathers a delicate shade of pink and gold. Grape, ever the flamboyant performer, decided this was the perfect moment to show off his dance moves. He flapped his wings dramatically, puffed out his chest, and sang his most impressive tune. But to his surprise, the pretty bird was already paired with another—a sleek, darker bird with a sharp beak and an even sharper temper. The moment Grape started his performance, the male bird gave a loud squawk, charging at him with territorial fury. Grape barely managed to escape the aggressive pecking and squawking, his feathers ruffled more than his pride.
Not one to be easily deterred, Grape continued his adventures. He flew low through the trees, only to narrowly avoid disaster when a snake, coiled lazily in the sun, flicked out its tongue and snapped at him. The snake missed by mere inches, its fangs catching nothing but air as Grape’s wings beat furiously to take him higher into the sky. His heart pounded in his chest, but the thrill of narrowly escaping death only seemed to fuel his boundless energy.
Next, he flew toward the city streets, where the smells of fresh fruit filled the air. Grape’s eyes widened at the sight of a fruit vendor selling clusters of plump, ripe grapes. The temptation was too much. With a few swift flaps of his wings, he dove down, snatching up a whole bunch and darting away before the vendor even noticed. He flew around the market for a while, indulging in his stolen grapes, savoring each sweet bite as if he had just won a great victory. It was a small triumph in a day full of chaotic, but exhilarating moments.