Angela's house

Inside Angela’s house, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon apple cake filled the air. The large living room had warm hardwood floors, plush couches, colorful throw pillows, and a long wooden table piled high with plates of veggie pizza, quinoa salad, fruit smoothies, and homemade chocolate chip cookies.

Julie held Smith in her arms, sitting on the **large gray velvet couch**, Smith across her legs, his back to Julie’s chest, his white wool hat still on.

**Sarah**, 33, graphic designer, 172 cm tall, long black hair in a ponytail, white loose-fitting T-shirt, and jeans, sat next to them, a warm, friendly smile.

**Lucy**, 36, photographer, 178 cm tall, short red hair, black leather jacket and black trousers, on the sofa opposite, a heavy and curious look.

**Angela**, the hostess, by the dining table, still smiling mischievously.

Sarah leaned over, ran her finger along Smith's cheek: "Wow, how cute! Julie, is this the **little one** you were talking about?"

Julie proudly hugged Smith tighter, placed her hand on his stomach and gently stroked him: "Yes! **Aunt Joni Smith**! We had a lot of **donut tickle** and **Aunt Joni baths** this morning!"

Angela laughed, handing Julie a glass of strawberry smoothie: "I think it's time for **party games**!"

Lucy kept her gaze on Smith, as if examining a live subject: “Julie, you always said you had a **living toy**… Now I understand what you meant.”

Julie laughed, reaching under Smith’s hoodie, caressing the warm skin of his back, her fingers tracing softly. Smith lowered his head in embarrassment, but Julie lifted his chin and said, “Auntie’s kids should greet our guests!”

Sarah’s smile widened, she reached out and stroked Smith’s hair: “Hello, little one. Would you like to play a little **party game** with us?”

Lucy still looked serious, she turned her smoothie glass: “I’m more into **control game**…”

Angela brought a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies, held one in front of Smith’s mouth: “Eat, little boy. !”

Julie took the cookie, put a piece in Smith’s mouth, then gave him a quick tickle under his chin with her finger. Smith laughed, blushed, but Julie stroked him again, this time on his chest, slow and steady.

Sarah smiled, Angela blinked, Lucy’s gaze grew heavier.

A friendly party, with **Smith on Julie’s lap**, **continuous caresses**, **Sarah’s smiles**, and **Lucy and Angela’s heavy gazes** as if they were plotting their next move…