Wesley had just knelt down next to his daughter by the puppies when he noticed she was looking up at someone nearby. Glancing back, he saw Fred staring as well. Slowly, he stood, his eyes back on the man.
No, not a man. A demon. Quickly, he tried to figure out what kind. Obviously water, given the smell he was now picking up. One of the non-violent kinds since he was working with one of the aquariums and didn't seem to be bothered by the people and noise around him.
Still, Regan was bothered, and when she turned to him, hiding her face against his side, he nodded in agreement that they should probably leave. Reaching down, he picked Regan up and carried her out of the shop, back toward their car. Usually, she would have complained that she was too old, but she didn't this time.
As they drove home, Wesley looked over at his wife and daughter. "Do we want to do some unpacking today, then I can run out tonight and pick up some Chinese takeaway to celebrate the soon-to-be member of our family?"
"I want sweet and sour chicken!" Regan said from the back.
Wesley laughed. "I'll take that as a yes. Fred, love? Does that sound good?"