She clearly remembered how Javier kept breastfeeding from her until he was three.
Even though she never had milk, he always seemed satisfied afterward—smiling like he'd just tasted the finest dessert in the world.
What surprised her most was how much he enjoyed it.
He'd always say things like…
"Mmm… Liana's nectar is the best…"
She didn't understand what he meant back then.
It was silly.
Embarrassing, even.
But every time he said it, he looked genuinely happy.
As if her presence, her warmth—even without real nourishment—was enough to make him full.
Liana smiled to herself.
"…What a strange kid," she muttered fondly.
Even now, she couldn't forget how he'd curl up in her arms afterward, clutching her tightly, refusing to let go.
Liana smiled softly, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.
By the time he was seven, he was already so mischievous, she recalled silently, warmth filling her chest at the memory.
