Roger/Erica/Fleur/Louis
“Merlin, he looks so much like Bill, except he has your hair.” Looking back down to Louis, Roger waved again; despite all of his pretenses deep down lurked a secret desire for a family. Try as he might to remain cool and calm, children effortlessly unearthed a different side in him. “He’s picking up French, I see. So, the others are off on a sugar hunt, huh? Is the plan to get them all wound up on sugar so they will crash and go to sleep later?”
“Roger!” Erica moaned with exasperation.
“What?” He feigned a look of innocence. “Is that how you do it?”
Erica shook her head then returned her attention to making playful faces at Louis.
"So, don't tell 'Mini but I am going to try to knick something from the World Cup for her birthday."