Chapter 1315

After lunch, before Oliver returned in the afternoon, Hazel, James, and Abigail left within half an hour. When he stepped into the house, he found Grace curled up on the couch in the living room, holding a small, chubby figure in her arms. The little one's round back looked especially soft and plump. The mother and son were inseparable. Grace kissed Cliff one moment and teased him the next. The little guy sucked on his fingers, bursting into bright, giddy laughter, his giggles ringing through the living room like a crisp melody. "Are you the only one here? Where did the other three go?" Oliver asked as he changed his shoes. The second Cliff heard Oliver's familiar voice, his laughter abruptly stopped. He lifted his head and curiously glanced around. "Pa! Ahhh! Pa!" he babbled. Oliver's expression softened with affection. He reached over and scooped up his son from behind, cradling him effortlessly in one arm. "Hazel, James, and Abby are scared of you," Grace remarked. Ol