"Okay then," she whispered, her voice as soft as velvet and full of warmth, wrapping around him like a comforting hug on a chilly morning.
Angel leaned in and planted a series of gentle kisses on his forehead, making Mason giggle—a pure, bubbling sound that lit up the room.
"Now you're all set for school," she said, slowly pulling back just enough to gaze at him.
Her hands cradled his cheeks, thumbs brushing softly across his skin as she smiled—tender, proud, and full of quiet love. Mason, eyes bright and cheeks slightly flushed, raised his small hand and gave a cheerful thumbs-up.
"Yes, Mummy! I feel really good now that I've seen you," he said with the kind of honest joy only a child can offer.
Angel's smile widened, eyes dancing. "Well, of course you do. I'm your special good luck charm, remember? So tell me, how could you not feel happy the moment you see me?"
