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"Yous one... cousin?" Tala hesitantly began to duck out from behind Ronan's leg at Daisy's comment, looking up to her auntie before peering back at the stranger, "M-Mumma did-did say about a Teddy b-buh I thought she meant a-a teddy-teddy. I didn't finks that..."
Ronan couldn't take his eyes off the second, older child. They glistened slightly in the morning light that broke through the gap in the curtains, leaving him to quickly wipe at them while the two girls were conversing. He looked briefly to Daisy, hand lowering from his face to shove deep into his trouser pocket. 'Anders?' He mouthed, shaking his head briefly and then nodded his head towards the door. He was apprehensive, nervous almost, about his mate finding him with thei-- his daughter. The male didn't react well as it was, let alone if he found out what was going on.
Yet he couldn't just let this opportunity pass him by. This was... his daughter. His adopted daughter, and the one Anders now didn't want him to meet, but his nonetheless. He couldn't ignore the chance that fate had just offered him, as it had done two years ago in finding his mate.
So he smiled softly, and moved to sit just opposite the other little girl, but ensure to keep a healthy distance between them so all would feel comfortable. Tala followed suit, and perched in her Uncle's lap as her eyes remained on the second toddler in the room, as if sizing her up and trying to figure out whether she ought to like this new cousin or not.
"I-I dunno ah-about fishin'. I-I never done dat." Tala then confessed, hands playing with one of Ronan's as it rested on his knee. The toddler focused on the body part of her uncle, in that typical way a toddler would when uncertain of the person before them, shy all of a sudden. Ronan chuckled gently, ruffling Tala's hair, "C'mon little bear, don't tell me you gone all shy now." He teased, the fond nickname one picked up after it had been realised the two-year-old had picked up the same birthmark as her mother.
Tala's round cheeks flushed pink and she looked up with a frown at Ronan, lower lip jutting out in a pout, "Not shy! Do't say dat." She mumbled before looking away again, to her cousin. "Tate-- he my dada. M-Mumma say we-- we came all dis way to see him again. Dat's why he sayed my name. To tell you all I be here. With Mumma. Al'doe they-- they had a bad fight." She whispered the last part, as if it were a secret despite the two adults clearly able to hear.
Ronan's smile faltered, realising now how much that narrative suited him, Anders and Teddy. Clearing his throat, he turned his attention back to the other little girl, "S-So your Papa's goin' take you fishin', ey? That sounds excitin'." He commented, trying to divert the conversation. Although it did amuse him, the idea of Anders' fishing. It wasn't something he expected the other to enjoy doing, but then again... a lot could have changed in those two years. As they already had done.
Ronan couldn't take his eyes off the second, older child. They glistened slightly in the morning light that broke through the gap in the curtains, leaving him to quickly wipe at them while the two girls were conversing. He looked briefly to Daisy, hand lowering from his face to shove deep into his trouser pocket. 'Anders?' He mouthed, shaking his head briefly and then nodded his head towards the door. He was apprehensive, nervous almost, about his mate finding him with thei-- his daughter. The male didn't react well as it was, let alone if he found out what was going on.
Yet he couldn't just let this opportunity pass him by. This was... his daughter. His adopted daughter, and the one Anders now didn't want him to meet, but his nonetheless. He couldn't ignore the chance that fate had just offered him, as it had done two years ago in finding his mate.
So he smiled softly, and moved to sit just opposite the other little girl, but ensure to keep a healthy distance between them so all would feel comfortable. Tala followed suit, and perched in her Uncle's lap as her eyes remained on the second toddler in the room, as if sizing her up and trying to figure out whether she ought to like this new cousin or not.
"I-I dunno ah-about fishin'. I-I never done dat." Tala then confessed, hands playing with one of Ronan's as it rested on his knee. The toddler focused on the body part of her uncle, in that typical way a toddler would when uncertain of the person before them, shy all of a sudden. Ronan chuckled gently, ruffling Tala's hair, "C'mon little bear, don't tell me you gone all shy now." He teased, the fond nickname one picked up after it had been realised the two-year-old had picked up the same birthmark as her mother.
Tala's round cheeks flushed pink and she looked up with a frown at Ronan, lower lip jutting out in a pout, "Not shy! Do't say dat." She mumbled before looking away again, to her cousin. "Tate-- he my dada. M-Mumma say we-- we came all dis way to see him again. Dat's why he sayed my name. To tell you all I be here. With Mumma. Al'doe they-- they had a bad fight." She whispered the last part, as if it were a secret despite the two adults clearly able to hear.
Ronan's smile faltered, realising now how much that narrative suited him, Anders and Teddy. Clearing his throat, he turned his attention back to the other little girl, "S-So your Papa's goin' take you fishin', ey? That sounds excitin'." He commented, trying to divert the conversation. Although it did amuse him, the idea of Anders' fishing. It wasn't something he expected the other to enjoy doing, but then again... a lot could have changed in those two years. As they already had done.