Isiah giggled happily and cuddled up with his father giddily. He smiled and let the man clean him up, walking patiently with him to the dining room. He sat down, answering his questions happily. He squealed when the food was placed in front of him, legs swinging under the table as he watched his mother put the food down. "СпаÑибо, Matti!" He said, giggling as he thanked the male and then took the plate handed out to him.
The rest of the meal went by without a hitch, the three eating and teaching their lovely little boy some more things in Russian and some other things as well.
Once everyone was ready and Isiah's things were packed up - quite the few outfit changes just in case, some snacks, and multiple other things of course - it was to the car. The boy packed tightly into his carseat and then to his uncle's house it was. He got out of the car, walking to the backseat where the white-haired boy was happily giggling when his Matti opened the door.
Smiling, Gabriel scooped him out of the seat and rested the boy on his hip, the bag on the other shoulder. He bumped the door with a hip and then looked over at Sergei smiing even more. "Ready?"
The rest of the meal went by without a hitch, the three eating and teaching their lovely little boy some more things in Russian and some other things as well.
Once everyone was ready and Isiah's things were packed up - quite the few outfit changes just in case, some snacks, and multiple other things of course - it was to the car. The boy packed tightly into his carseat and then to his uncle's house it was. He got out of the car, walking to the backseat where the white-haired boy was happily giggling when his Matti opened the door.
Smiling, Gabriel scooped him out of the seat and rested the boy on his hip, the bag on the other shoulder. He bumped the door with a hip and then looked over at Sergei smiing even more. "Ready?"