Within lay a control lever that facilitated the movement of the Transformers.

Joe exclaimed, "This is amazing!"

ALL previous unhappiness faded from his mind.

With delight, he skillfully maneuvered the Transformers around the yard.

At times, he commanded the Transformers to raise its arm, while other times he directed it to stand at attention.

Isaac entered the room and instructed Eagle to assist Joe.

Isaac opened the door to the bedroom on the second floor.

He found Camila resting on the bed. Beside her, on the bedside cupboard, was a bowl containing shredded ginger.

Aware that Camila was menstruating, Isaac took a seat beside her and gently inquired, "Are you feeling any better?"

Camila blinked her eyes open, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

As soon as Camila spoke, her voice became hoarse. “Isaac, give me a hug."

Isaac bent down, enveloping her in his arms along with the quilt, and asked softly, “Is your back hurting?"

Camila remained silent.

Isaac's smile softened. “What's the matter, hmm? Both you and our son have red eyes. Are you two planning to start a crying session?"

Camila sniffled. "Is Joe crying?"

"Just now he was. But now he's in the yard, enjoying himself," Isaac reassured, adopting a more serious tone. “But what about you?"

Camila reached out to hold him closer, burying her face in his chest.

“I just miss you," she confessed quietly.

Isaac chuckled softly. "I miss you too."

"Isaac, I love you," she whispered, her emotions pouring out through her actions.