What a Beautiful Trap

Yan Xiaojun held his son closer to his heart. He bent down to kiss his cheeks. Ivan gurgled and hid his face in his father's neck. Yan Xiaojun closed his eyes, and a tear rolled out. He looked at Rosa and said, "Thank you."

With one hand he held his son while with the other he circled Rosa's shoulders and pulled her to his chest. He felt satiated. His lifetime of worries and anxieties melted in that second.

"How old is Ivan?"

"He is four months old."

Yan Xiaojun rested his head on hers and asked, "Rosa, will you marry me? Will you give me one more chance? Will you make me the happiest man in the world?"

The owner had come by then. When he saw his daughter along with Yan Xiaojun and their son, a smile formed on his face. His daughter had found home…

He left them without interrupting.