Please Daddy

Ethan 

We stared at each for a second or two before the whimper of the little girl in his arms pulled his attention off me. "Don't cry Lia," Demyan gently cooed and kissed her adorable chubby cheeks as her arms flaired about.

She looked like her brother, blonde curly hair, hers styled with pink scrunchies to make two pigtails, blue eyes that had specs of brown, a cute button nose, lips plump and skin covered in freckles. She wore a pink tutu with a matching leotard with small ballet inspired flats. In her arm was a pink blanket and a pink rhinestone pacifier in her mouth. 

Demyan stood to his full height as he held Eli's hand who was quite tall for his age. I figured he must have been four if I did my calculations right. Demyan was almost the same height as me, maybe just a centimetre or two shorter but with his hair it was barely noticeable. 

His security approached holding baby bags and what looked like a plush tractor.