"You're here!" Adeline exclaimed, clasping her hands in joy. She heard clothes being ripped and turned around in time to see Elios and Adelia had escaped through the shirt.
Before either parents could say something, Elios dashed towards Weston and Lydia's daughter and son.
"Layla, Wesleyan, let's play, let's play!" Elios demanded, grabbing his close friends by their hands.
Instantly, Layla hesitated and hid behind her father's legs, holding tightly onto him. Her red eyes flickered to Weston, her midnight black hair reaching past her shoulders. She resembled neither Weston nor Lydia, her adoption evident, but she did resemble her brother, who had also been adopted.
"It's alright, Layla," Weston gently said, patting the back of her head with a reassuring smile.
