Jonas's eyes followed his son's gestures. Leone always found a way to tuck his head in Sierra shirts or tees.

At first, the man imagined his son sought milk, but now he just thought Leone was a sprouting pervert. Jonas, too found himself captivated by Sierra's chest.

Sierra was a tiny woman who happened to have the most prominent breasts the man had seen in a while.

Being a tall man, the women Jonas encountered were usually close to him in height and catwalk model thin. Most were blonde with light color eyes. Though considered handsome, Jonas's body count was low. No one could bear witness of being his one-nightstand as Jonas dated whoever he was intimate with; Cecile was no exception. The woman joined the man's shortlist of girlfriends he counted on his right hand.

None surpassed an A cup concerning his Ex's bosom, thus being confronted to a generous C cup drooping on the barometer towards a little D was quite a sight.

Jonas mentally slapped himself for his sinful thoughts. If there was one person on earth he could not think of with any romantic or sexual intent, it was her. Sierra was crossed out and eliminated from day one.

The reasons were crystal clear; she was Cecile's friend. No, Sierra was Cecile's best friend, and from a more philosophical angle, she was her sister. When Jonas thought of it, this one reason found itself in first, second, and third place meaning it was enough. Sierra was a full-stop no-no with red lights beaming all over her in the man's mind.

They lived together; Jonas saw her every day. Sometimes he did not go out. Sierra became the only woman in sight, and the banalest behavior aroused the man. Yep, this appeared to be the appropriate and only explanation to the boiling thoughts.

Though Sierra made sure to be covered up, it was not rare to see her with a loose bedroom tee and no bra.

In moments like that, the man's eyes followed the appearance and disappearances of her nipples. The vision caused a hormonal uproar and a mental breakdown for Jonas, who fought against his primal instincts.

But it was hard, no pun intended like that morning where Sierra wore a lilac satin nightdress and gown. The fabric shamelessly outlined the contour of the bouncing bosom.

"Jonas, I know it's short notice, but would you like to accompany us to see doctor Hertz? It's Leone's psychologist."

"Yeah, sure."

"Great, we'll get ready. See you in a bit."

The man thanked the duvet that hid the morning's thumbs-up of his lower body part. An hour later, they were all set to go.

Jonas settled Leone at the back and climbed in the passenger seat. He had not entered her car since their very nosy and gassy night out.

"Wow, this brings back so many airy memories," said the man when Sierra started the engine."

The woman gave him a side glance, "It's not funny, Jonas."

Jonas winked at her.

"Don't worry, Jonas. I'll let Karma pay you back." She switched on the music, and this time it was Sza's voice that howled with Julia.

Jonas turned to look at Leone, who appeared to know the song as he attempted to jiggle in his seat.

"He likes the song," Sierra said as she glanced at the back via the rearview mirror.

"So do I," replied Jonas.

Sierra smiled, "I loved her on the first tracks that had that contemporary indie vibe. Now she fits the mold too much. It's still good, but the style is too polished. Too catered."

Jonas tilted his head to the side, "I didn't analyze her sound that far, but I see what you mean," Jonas replied nervously, not wanting to touch on any sensitive subject as Sierra seemed to take music to heart.

Thirty minutes later, they entered the doctor's cabinet, which resembled a regular kindergarten class. You had the tiny desks and chairs made for the smurfs. Jonas already saw himself breaking them with his weight. A play corner with dolls and bears. A more sophisticated hub probably for teens with magazines and books. The room's walls were cream, and the carpet grey gave the room a very neutral vibe.

Though the typical sofa and doctor's chair were also present, the session began on the floor.

Jonas followed Sierra's gestures. The woman took off her shoes and sat crossed-legged on the carpet floor.

"Oh hello, stranger, I'm doctor Hertz."

"I'm Leone's father, Jonas Potsmann," the man said as he took a position.

"Great, nice to meet you. Please don't hesitate to ask questions."

"I won't."

"Okay, Sierra, how are you?"

"I'm good, a little tired. Leone caught chicken pox two weeks ago, then Jonas caught it. I was a little stressed, and I felt hopeless since I basically didn't know what to do. Then there was Leone's toothache, but I'm much better now they've recovered," Sierra replied with a weak smile.

"It's okay, Sierra; no one knows what to do. Every parent has doubts and frustration the first time."

Jonas could not believe how Sierra effortlessly sold out her fears to the doctor. He found himself overwhelmed by the bizarre wish Sierra would confide things in him the same way.

"And you, Leone, how are you?"

As usual, the boy hid his head to laugh in Sierra's bosom. Doctor Hertz always made him giggle with her orange framed cat's eyeglasses, and corkscrew curled ginger hair.

"Okay, Leone, we'll say you're good too. Do you want to play look what I have for you?" said the doctor, who showed a pink ball.

The boy stretched his hand out.

"Yes, you can have it, Leone."

The doctor pushed the ball that rolled to Leone's feet.

"Can you push it back to me, Leone?"

The boy looked up at Sierra.

"Give it back, Leone?"

Jonas watched, seeing his concern, the doctor explained. "Leone has difficulties interacting; it's normal at this age. Socializing is difficult for adults, but also children. My role is to observe his behavior and try to help him in his development, which starts with building trust."

The doctor instigated a few more initiatives and let Sierra play with Leone.

She then got up and hinted for Jonas to follow. She stood aside and watched Sierra and Leone's interactions.

"So, how are you, Mr.Potsmann?"

"Eh, good, I guess."

"How is it going with Leone?"

"Great, I enjoy being with him. I'm glad to be here with them."

"How is it with Sierra?"

Jonas glanced at the woman who built a tower of blocks with his son. Her hair hung loose with whispery curls. Her lips shone with a nude tint of the gloss; she caught Jonas staring and smiled. Jonas turned his gaze away immediately to reply, "great; she's really terrific. Sierra is extremely invested, and she takes care of Leone well. He adores her."

"Relax, Jonas, can I call you Jonas?"

The man nodded.

"Listen, it isn't an interview; please speak freely."

The doctor wanted to remind the man that seventy percent of her job was observation and what she saw between Jonas and Sierra was still undefined but not fickle concerns for one another.

"Yes, for sure Leone adores, Sierra. They've made tremendous progress. It wasn't easy at first."

The man blinked at the unexpected revelation, "why didn't he like her?"

"No, on the contrary, he only appreciated miss Lennox. Leone trusted no one else. Their bond also impacted Sierra's relationship with people, as she solely focused on Leone. She, too, began seeing others as threats."

Jonas nodded to approve the analysis while he remembered the suspicions Sierra harbored about him.

"I've observed that Leone doesn't join in to play with kids at daycare, but he seems so gleeful most of the time."

"Your son knows death, Mr. Potsmann."

Jonas frowned, and the psychologist pursued.

"His mother fell asleep and never woke up. It's that trauma that blocks Leone. My job is to make sure the memory does not surface later to blow up his adolescence or adulthood.

None of us know how many hours he remained next to his mother's lifeless body, shaking and huddling next to her. Right now, he needs all the love and warmth he can get."

"Speaking of which," Jonas interrupted, "I've noticed he has a strong tendency of nesting his head on Sierra's chest is thatㅡ."

"Don't worry; it's a very natural reaction. Skin contact has an appeasing effect. Sierra is alive and warm, which is reassuring for Leone, who already knows the coldness of a dead body."

"So it's not weird?"

"No, rest assured, Mr. Potsmann. Your son is not more a pervert than the rest of us."

The remark made Jonas realize how odd the query must have sounded; he was probably the only pervert in the room.