บท 470: A Kiwi

Ethan 

From the moment we boarded my jet Demyan was already crying as he shook his head with a small smile, "I don't know why I still cry so much every time I leave them."

My hand brushed over the top of his head pushing this thick curly hair back so more of his face was exposed to me. I swooped down and kissed him, his body turning into jelly as soon as our arms were wrapped around each other. That flame that still danced between burned brighter with every passing second. 

"It's hard," I breathed out before I pressed kisses to his cheeks then wiped away his tears, "But to me they look like they're going to have a great time with us gone."

"Poor Malia," he laughed as I held either side of his face, "They're going to abuse her."

"She mentioned dumping them with Uncle Ed and Uncle Vas. They'll be as straight as an arrow," I laughed.