This was the early spring, and the garden was filled with visitors. Most of them were having picnics under trees.

Linford threw a huge bag toward Cristelle, “Could you do that? Candace didn’t want to shift.”

The girl was sleeping in his arms, drooling.

Cristelle opened the pack, seeing a mini tent, blankets, and other stuff. He had prepared everything.

Cristelle cast a look at Candace and started to get things prepared.

Cody sat there, watching his Mom busy. When it was finally time, he ...