Ella Lacey didn't know when she had come in.
She kept sizing up her precious baby.
Cherline Lindsey moved quickly, hiding the ruby in her hand, stood up, closed her computer, frowned and said, "Aren't you tired of cuddling with your hubby?"
"..."
That's how Ella was seen through by her baby with just one look, sheepishly crouching down, embracing her, and sweetly kissed her, "Little Mosquito, mommy has been staying with you, but I can't neglect you either."
"You have an ulterior motive, don't you?" The little bundle of joy seemed to have her mommy all figured out.
"..."
Ella whispered into her ear, "Little Mosquito, do you have any contact with Mr. President?"
"I won't tell you." The little bundle kept her cool.
"... All right, then."
Ella felt wronged, her baby wouldn't tell her anything, such a poor mommy...
She could only beg, "If you do contact him, remember to tell Mr. President that there's a woman who misses him a lot..."
