Clara rubbed her son's soft little cheeks while smiling gently.

This interaction between mother and son radiated a strong warmth that mesmerized Wilson.

In the past, he had never considered what she would look like when she became a mother, but he's seeing it now.

His mind drifted to the past, when she had once said with a smile, "When we have our own children in the future, you'll probably be a strict father."

"What about you?" he asked.

"Me? I'll be a loving mother."

"But a loving mother