Where Love Meets Evil
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 ā 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
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