His Son, Her Secret
With patience I never seen before, Pascha responded to Max's every word with a gentle tone that made me feel like I was seeing a completely different side of him.
Pascha turned to me, waving a hand in a clear gesture for me to come closer. I sighed, and Clara still giggled next to me. With reluctant steps, I walked over to them. Max is still in Pascha's arms, his face beaming as he pointed at the monkey cage near us.
"Mommy, Cece, come quickly! Daddy says this monkey likes to eat bananas like me!" Max exclaimed enthusiastically, and then he rebelled to get down, Pascha put his down.
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