The Alpha's Babysitter
Mama Hazel watched him with a smile, her heart brimming with happiness.
One afternoon, as Theo was playing with his toy cars, he stopped suddenly, his brow furrowed in thought. He looked at Mama Hazel, his eyes wide with curiosity.
"Mama Hazel," he said, his voice small but clear, "can we bake cookies today?"
Mama Hazel's heart melted. It was the first time he had asked for cookies since he was sick. It was a sign of his full recovery, a testament to his resilience.
"Of course, little man," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "We can bake cookies. What kind would you like?"