for an answer, almost sounding like a curious lit

iedly, leaving an emphatic 'O

te dazed by

e acting like I just ask

o be a family setting so I asked

ying parents," I chirp lig

etween his brows. Playing dumb to that, I ask

know the next

han I do about this lousy shoot. "Even at that, Ivan. You

ready arching a brow at me with his head slanted sideways, his features rooping the ridiculous light he sees

wkwardly. Without uttering a word, he shake

pe I did not unconsciously sound desperate, or sound like someone who used something else as an

onsciously befor

who approaches Ivan while the rest of his company stay behind in the background. I then sight two l

voices bouncing between each other in undertones, while my eyes have alre

Her deep brown eyes matching her hair color add a serene look to he

around his head. He's got sharp grey eyes sitting bene

imid – typical of kids i

forward to take the kids. They're not less than ten feet away from us, making his voice barely audible but because my att

rners of my lips upward subconsciously and when the little girl's eyes divert to mine, the smile deepens.

hem?" he reech

"Hello, there, beautiful," ruffling their soft perfumed hair sweetly, I greet them with a smile. "What's your name?

, I ask, "

he respond

n now. If I want to get them to loosen up a bit, they have to at lea

their approval in gentle nods. Jerking back an

me behave but right now I am jumping into taking responsibility for the kids who are here for the same photoshoo

g on a boat cruise with my spouse and lovely kids, all wearing matching beach outfits. That'

lodiously as their light giggles while they

jolly scene and drowns it all in the sullenne

r to throw at her halts midway and retracts into his bosom. My shoulde

them about their age, families, favorite dishes, and all other kiddish talks that could keep us going. Tha

he kids must have been turned into robots on their w

mind you of what

o are acting quite mature for their age, and it breaks my heart to see how kids who are suppo

but still, what kind of parents would al

ss of having to recite your job descriptions like lullabies and stop. Goofing aroun

leave. My lips then mimic, letting

u're going to treat y

id you j

I throw a ball at a wall for a rebound. His back is the wall

ng in m

now it's indirectly pushing the ide

wrong with you

N'T

making it seem like he's about to turn around

through my hair

ice from beside me asks. Lifting

a feigned smile. "Now

, tee shirts, sunglasses, and sn

es me feeling refreshed rather than fatigued. Having to roam the

aration for the next venue, the kids play

e, it's been a smooth sail getting you to

, adorable, and loving." After a brief intentional pause

grinning from ear to ear at the kids. But it keeps ri

a gape over to him only

ly. "Get the kids." Just like that, h