Innocent look though new eyes feeling. Maybe there was a word for that, but Melinda didn’t think Viktor could have found a more perfect description. Having grown up without any siblings and with none of her friends having children, she found herself surprised to realise how wondrous it would have to be to witness a child experiencing the world for the first time. Even at 7, it was bound to still be happening to Tsveta.
“Cute?” she chuckled, enjoying the grin that was on Viktor’s face. “I’m hardly the best judge of that, so I’ll let you hold onto that thought until the opposite has been proven.” Had she been cute as a child? She honestly hadn’t a clue.
Melinda looked over to Misha as well, smiling as she watched him play. “He looks like you,” she smiled. “Going to grow up to be a handsome man someday, isn’t he?”