Olivia, still haunted by the memory of the previous day, recalled the bitter medicine she'd taken and its unpleasant consequences.

Concerned that Mark might not like a smelly baby, Olivia stayed nestled in his arms, beyond soothing. freshened up, Cecilia approached with a smile.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Olivia snuggled closer into Mark's embrace, her head tilted back to gaze up at her mother with dark, expressive eyes.

Mark caressed her hair, smiling gently.

"I think she's just a bit embarrassed."

Cecilia leaned in, planting a reassuring kiss on Olivia.

"You smell just fine," she whispered.

Olivia buried her face deeper into Mark's arms, comforted by her mother's words.

Cecilia, with a gentle voice, inquired if Olivia's tummy was hurting.

The Little girl, comforted and secure, obediently shook her head no.

Looking up, Cecilia caught Mark's gaze.

They looked into each other's eyes, a connection forming that felt even more profound than their passionate encounter the night before.

The morning's quiet enveloped them, with Olivia content in Mark's arms, and the couple's gaze lingering on each other, sharing unspoken words of love.

Suddenly, Olivia's expression changed. She frowned and mumbled softly, "I need to poop again."

Mark's laughter filled the room, his amusement and affection for both mother and daughter evident in his joyful expression.

Mark lowered his head and kissed Olivia gently.

“Let's go to the bathroom, sweetie."

With a hint of reluctance, Olivia finally forgave him.

After helping her and getting her cleaned up, Mark dressed her in a light wool dress, complementing it with thick stockings and cozy sheepskin shoes.