[Is that codename for sex? - Emmeline]
Sure, Bertram Aubrey knew that he should probably be doing something responsible like trying to get a job or getting in touch with his (whatever Franzy was, he didn't even know), but the fact was that since classes had finished up, he'd been taking the time to play with his daughter. They were currently sitting in the middle of one of the busier parks in London on a rather embarassingly pink blanket. Amissa was clumsily holding a marker in one hand and settled very contently by her father's face, making a concentrated attempt at scribbling all over it.
No, he didn't find anything particularly wrong with this scene -- or he wouldn't until someone spotted him with Amissa and he remembered that he wasn't supposed to have a kid, let alone enjoy playing with one.
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