-Are you feeling better now?- Jude and Timothy asked in concerned way Angela as she accomplished an eye contact lastly, meantime the mother and the daughter broke off the warm, firm embrace.

-I suppose!- Timothy's boss answered directly as she sipped a few sips of bottle with water.

-Who actually baked from both of you the traditional apple pie?- Dariela inquired intrigued due to her indulgence after consuming the religious couple's apple pie.

-I did!- The blonde replied the young brunette's question gamely with a small grin across her illuminated face.

-You did a great job, Judy!- The young lady didn't omit the chance to praise the middle aged madam's cooking and baking skills as well. Her fresh, juvenile yet voice was fulfilled with life and serenity in the same time every time when she opens her mouth to speak, despite the rigid Boston accent.

-Thank you! From you who did bake the apple pie?

-Well, we did it together. It was simple.

After a several minutes, traversing diversity of topics and stuff which the adults intrested them, besides paying some of their attention to Mathias, all of a sudden Dariela offered Jude, subsequently to hold Dariela's son in her petite, tender maternal arms, safekeeping sanctuary for each child once that commits.

-Jude, do you want to hold the toddler?

-Yes!- The former nun's answer was as quick as a falling leaf.

-*delivering Mathias in Jude's arms, therefore stroking her son's head once when the boy established in the blonde's protective arms as she goggled her eyes in awe into his big, round hazel eyes* Here you are, dear! 

-Oh hello there, mister! *chuckling whilst Mathias babbled sunnily in the barely known for him woman* I am just your mother's acquaintance and your grandmother, of course! *fondling delicately his brittle head with his grown hair to the back of the head with her thin, velvety fingers through his smooth skin* Don't worry! 

Timothy and the another 2 female adults couldn't resist this adorable landscape that they currently behold. Their attention and eyes were mainly focused on Jude with the little boy in her arms. 

What it could be resembled this scenery was actually a mother with her babyson into her arms, poising him in her maternal, softhearted arms, providing security, love and care. Many painters, either popular or not, would opt to paint this painting though, on live, it's not actually painted by an amateur or a professional one. At least the painters would put possibly their best efforts in their masterpieces.

Meanwhile, despite Mathias's biological mother was lost in gaping at the former nun with the boy into her hands, she felt a little ounce of envy, run down her fragile body, from head to toes. In her blood boiled bitter, gelid blood of acridity jealousy. Not because she detests Jude or something but she noted and witnessed how Mathias got deliriously comfortable in the older woman's arms. Whose arms had almost never caressed and hold any child with exceptions,of course! 

-You really look alike his mother!- Ms.Lynch commented with reticent voice, as her pellucid smile, that still shone, was glued on her face permanently. 

-Aww! What a miracle!- Jude let out a light laugh.

-He is! Nonetheless we are expecting our marvel in the upcoming months. 

-That's right, my love!

-Is this young mister actually 2 years old?- The blonde asked with enormous curiosity that boils in her blood and veins in the same time.

-Yes! Mathias turned 2 years old in the middle of February.- The young brunette woman responded with an enthusiastic smile. Her heart had already melted since she saw her own son in Mrs.Howard's arms though she wanted her inwardly her son back.

-Wow! I guessed right.- Afterward Jude chuckled once again with the another adults who chuckled along with her. Furthermore her brief response was sufficiently hilarious to render them laugh.

A several hours later...

A few minutes left until midnight!

The couple was weary physically and mentally enough after having such an entertaining day with Angela Lynch's family on the picnic outdoors. They had already taken a shower as they washed their hairs, consequently dressing up in their pajamas as Timothy wore in the bed his navy blue pajama trousers, followed by a plain white tank top, hugging his torso, displaying his muscular, secure arms and apart of his muscular, hairy chest. Whilst Jude wore her silky, baby blue nightgown in bed.

A little before shutting their heavy eyelids as the nightlamps were turned on yet, in this moment they wished each other good night and sweet dreams with swift, precious kisses. Additionally they toldhow much they love each other, calling each other by their romantic nicknames. Subsequently they turned off the nightlamps by their side as they fell asleep pretty quickly, as their timid eyes closed abruptly, cuddling as always, in their genial, bewitiching love nest. 

To be continued...