“I didn’t think it was necessary for you to know yet,” Alexander replied seriously, regarding the children. “You were coming anyway.”
“Yeah, well, better here than sitting behind a desk in Columbia. You should know I pulled the dead distant-aunt card to get them to give me two weeks of vacation, but… does anyone know about this?”
His gaze drifted back to the children. Andre was sitting very straight beside his father—a perfect little gentleman, very serious—and Sasha, in Alexander’s arms, was sucking on her fist. The little girl sweetly rested her head against her father’s chest, showing just how beautiful and adorable she could be at any hour. I melted. What a beautiful baby she was. I made a mental note to prepare a bottle for her, but I didn’t want to leave without hearing the importa
