"Jeff, this is my wife, Gloria. And my children." He used the pronoun 'my' intentionally. Braeden was paying no attention to the adults, but chattering away at Ava. Victoria was hovering close to Gloria, but looking at Tristan through her very straight hair.
"I don't -" Gloria started. Tristan shook his head and Gloria's color might have paled slightly. "Come on, kids. Mommy's not feeling well. We're going home."
"I want to stay," Victoria said, though her voice was mousy.
"You've gotten so big, Tory," Tristan said to Victoria. "And your brother." He smiled, gaze shifting to Braeden.
Gloria shifted her weight. "I really think we should leave," she murmured, to no one in particular. She looked to Jeff, hoping he would do...something.