Running from My Mate
That was why they were lovable, even if they often tired our bodies by continuous running and playing.
"Do you want me to make you happy, too?" I asked, interrupting their conversation.
Her gray eyes, the same color as her mother, rounded, which added to her cuteness. "You'll grab food for me too, Uncle?"
I chuckled at the concept of happiness in her mind. "Of course. What do you want? Sausage?"
"Yes. I want sausage." Cherry exclaimed enthusiastically. Her face was bright, and she smiled widely as she continued, "Please."