My angel is a xenophobe

Keenan came into the room, smiling. “Here he is,” he said, showing his youngest child to the gathered group of team leaders. The moment Ian saw them, he began crying.

Bertram stifled a laugh. “Is he shy?” he said.

Sighing, Keenan nodded. “Looks like.” He turned Ian around. “Hey, Angel,” he said. “Did seeing all those strange people scare you?”

Ian hiccupped and nodded. The others couldn’t help but laugh. Keenan only shook his head and hugged his son.


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