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I smile at him and try to control the surge of emotions I feel.
“Your mommy’s really smart, you look exactly like your daddy.”
He seems to like that because he smiles widely and moves closer to me.
“What’s your name?” He asks
“My name is Evelyn, I was named after my granny.”
“You have a nice name miss Wvelyn. He says and I smile
“Thank you, that’s very kind of you.”
“Do you work with my daddy?” He asks and I nod.
“Yes I do, we’re here to take a few pictures of you and your sister, is that okay?”
“I love pictures. I have so many in my room, would you like to see?”
Bianca chimes in and without waiting for me response she turns to her dad.
“Can i show her my pictures daddy?”
She asks and Lucs smiles at her and nods.
“yes princess, go ahead.”
We all troop to her rooms and spend the next hour looking at pictures while the children tell us the story behind each. Ryan is busy taking pictures of Luca and the kids and the day is going wonderfully.
I watch Luca interact with his kids and my heart feels full, the love he has for them is so clear and beautiful to watch.
It’s a little after three when Ryan dna I get ready to leave.
Luca stops me at the door and hold my hand.
“Thank you, for being so kind with them.”
He says and I smile.
“I loved spending time with them.”
“Will you visit again?” Bianca asks and I smile and nod.
“I definitely will.”
Ryan and I get into the car and before we drive off, he shows me a picture he must’ve taken while I wasn’t aware. In the frame, Luca is looking at me while I have my head joined to Bianca’s and LJ tries to braid my hair. It’s a beautiful picture.
I look at Ryan and he smiles.
“Look how perfectly you fit in there” he says and I feel a tug on my heart.
As scared or confused as I might be I can’t help but agree with him. The douse of us make a very good picture.
ChapterSeventeen
“Are you alright?” Stella asks handing me a scrunched up wad of tissue even thought there was barely any liquid at our side of the store.
“Thanks.” I say dabbing at the little drop at the hem of my skirt.
