“Don’t bother. She'd wake up and start throwing a tantrum, I'm afraid. I'll handle that.”
After her words, the black-haired girl floated away from Wisana’s chest. But her tiny hands were still clinging to his shirt tightly so that he barely loosened those fists up in time. A second later, the little one was already floating in the air in front of Texela.
Her fair hand was caressing the smooth cheek of the girl, making her moan a little.
“She looks just like her mother.” She spoke in a cheerful voice. “With this unturned nose and these pumped lips.”
She finished speaking and looked at Wisana. He raised his eyebrows.
“But these eyes and brows are totally from your father.”
“Yes...?”
He did not even ask anything yet when the little girl floated back into his arms that he barely caught her in time. And then, it was like she found her favorite spot again. The girl buried her face in her father’s chest right away.