"So that is how you and Mama met?" asked the little black haired girl with blue eyes, who looked to be only six years old, and was happily on her father's lap
"What happened next?" asked the small, redheaded boy sitting on the floor
Kevin laughed, as Cici entered the room, carrying a sleeping black-haired girl, only two years old
"What is so funny?"
"Cecile and Pierrik. Oh, it will be fun when Margarite can speak"
She smiled, and shifted the toddler to the other hip. The little girl opened her eyes
They were purple.