Troyas

Early in the morning, Moreau could hardly remember facing such an entertaining situation when she noticed that some guests, her mother's family, had arrived and were gathered at the dining table. It just so happened that little Troyas was playing with a tableware on a woman's lap. Moreau immediately stepped closer, occasionally rubbing the stocky cheek, whose owner seemed indifferent to the other arrivals.

"Can I borrow your son for a moment, Lauren?"

She reached out impatiently, knowing that the woman called carefully, the niece of her mother, never minded leaving the two-year-old boy, or Moreau could call the adorable little nephew. She kissed Troyas' face when the boy was too busy playing with the plastic spoon in his hand. The baby scent was still so distinctive. Moreau couldn't resist even more, sniffing the back of the tightly packed neck while hugging Troyas, letting the little boy sit on her lap quietly.