Terrace,

Mark was lying on her lap intertwining her fingers with his.

"Your fingers are so small and tiny baby," He said kissing her hand.

"It's normal but when it's with you it looks small," She said brushing his hair.

"But look, your hand fits perfectly in mine," He said smiling.

"Yes, between Mark, I have seen this whole mansion, but not your room. Don't you like to show me?" She asked with a smile brushing his hair.

"No baby, that room has nothing. I like to live in dim lights and dark furniture. But after your entry, it looked perfect for me. Look, I'm sleeping with you daily "...