Edward
"Edward! Demyan!" Dad loudly screamed from upstairs which made Demyan and I look at each other in shock. Demyan was holding Aaliyah; Lia, his arms as he fed her from her pink baby bottle, her chubby fingers holding on it with dear life. Her blonde hair in two pink bows matching her pink ruffled dressed. She was utterly adorable and a complete beast if you interrupted her feeding time.
"What did you do now?" Demyan hissed at me as he stood up carefully to not let Lia detect he was on the move as we went for the stairs.
"Why do you assume it's me and not you?" I glared.
"I don't know, maybe because you're always full of shi- shimmer," he quickly corrected himself, as Lia's blue eyes focused on him. Malia had been very strict about swearing in front of Lia after the last incident. I had sworn around Elijah and he went around singing 'arsehole' when we had guests around. However could anyone blame me when it was the only word suitable to describe Demyan.
