kyle still felt completely awestruck by the entire situation. It wasn't something that he could just wrap his head around. He was holing Julia and Sol's hand as they headed inside. He wanted to ask his daughter what her favorite color was, what foods she didn't like. He wanted to beg solvei to forgive him and just hold her all night long.
The familiar sight of her apartment was like a godsend at that point. He'd been dreaming about this place for days. As Julia came bounding towards he knelt down to take the picture. After giving it a thorough inspection he grinned at her. "You're a natural artist, sweetie." Kyle could see it in the picture, the way she shaded and colored. "I'll read any story you want."
He looked over at Sol and stepped in closer, brushing hair from her face. "I love you." he whispered softly. There was so much he wanted to say