Alma and Drew were waiting just outside of the fence of the property. Alma was sitting on a hay bale, talking softly to her son, who was perched in her lap, barely paying attention, scanning around for sign of his valentines, sisters, and new best friends. He wormed away from her mouth when she kissed his head, batting her away, muttering various long 'Maaaaaa's to get her to stop, and she would laugh and keep doing it to tick him off.
Finally Drew saw the twins and what looked like probably their Papi, 'cause he was walkin' funny. He was off hius mother's lap in a flash, and took off past the gate to meet up with them, both hands full of daisies and buttercips he'd been given permission to pick for them to give them when they got there. "'fia! Reina!" He stopped when he approached them extending a hand to each of them with the flowers in them. "These're for you!"