Demyan
"And aren't you three the most beautiful sight?" I kissed their chubby little cheeks.
"Daddy you're getting married!" Eli hugged me tightly.
"Do you know what that means?" I laughed.
He shook his head as he cutely smiled, "No but everyone is happy." Belli and Lia went on about how much they loved their dresses as I climbed up the porch stairs to stand in front of Malia.
I placed the children down as they went running to Dad and Pa. "Malia," I breathed out.
She looked up to me. Her light brown and hazel eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as she smiled. "The beautiful groom." She placed her hands on my chest before she brushed a strand of my curly hair behind my ears, pulled me down so she could kiss my forehead then hugged me tightly, "Oh Demyan, you're getting married. Again."
I cried, "Are you angry?"
