All dressed, James reached eagerly with both hands for Mayra to pick him up and cuddle him, and Mayra was only happy to oblige. “My sweet pequeño,” she cooed to him as she carried the plastic bag with the dirty diaper downstairs with James in tow. “How would you like to sit in the rocking chair with me?”
Sitting down in the rocking chair downstairs, Mayra kissed James just below his eye and right above his cheek, a funny area, a special spot that made him giggle before she pulled him close to her, rocking back and forth, sending him into a hazy, sleepy state.
Mayra cooed to James as she kissed him in such a tender and loving manner. She tousled his hair as they rocked slowly, singing a sweet Spanish lullaby to her little pequeño.
