Moonlit Jacuzzi Tales: Grandpa's Heroic Hug!!

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 One enchanting evening on our vacation, we gathered in the grandparents' room, sharing tales of our day's adventures. Feeling playful, I decided to let the little boy experience the joy of a jacuzzi. As I adjusted the knobs, the jacuzzi unexpectedly transformed into a lively fountain, surprising us all. My Appa, who was happily observing the scene, swiftly stepped in, and the little one leaped into his grandpa's arms, holding on tightly!

In previous instances, the lil boy hesitated to go to my Appa, but on this magical night, Grandpa became the hero! The way he clung to his grandfather, tiny hands wrapped securely around his neck and lil feet gripping, brought indescribable joy to everyone! I can never forget the smile on my Appa's face holding the lil boy!!

After the delightful jacuzzi escapade, we were advised to return to our cottage and rest. Pretending to heed their suggestion, we headed to our cottage. And then...... Entering the jacuzzi 😁, the three of us rejoiced under the jeweled sky, the soothing fragrance of flowers in the breeze, the extreme happiness on our little boy's face, like the glowing moon, along with the contentment on my man's face, it became a memory to cherish!

The next promising morning, as we all walked toward the cafe, Ajja sported the brightest smile while holding the little boy and pridely leading us all! The boy didn't cry; instead, he directed Ajja on where to take him. Over hot cappuccino and fresh croissants, we reminisced about the previous night's incidents and laughed heartily.



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