Emer'Iah: "Is that my shirt?"
Giada looked up at the older female and nodded, standing in the shirt that looked like an oversize dress. The small girl started to waddle away to the kitchen where Gabe was making lunch, stuffing her thumb into her mouth as she did so.
Emer’Iah watched as the small girl walked away, wondering if she should take the shirt back. Giada did look cute in one of her shirts. The ginger sighed and got to her feet. “Giada, wouldn’t you be more comfortable in one of those dresses I brought over for you yesterday?”
Giada looked back over at the ginger, blinking her green eyes slowly. A dress? She looked over in the direction of her room , and then back to the older woman, before pulling out her thumb, “Baba?”
The ginger woman chuckled, bending over and picking up the child. "Let's go get you wearing one of those pretty pink dresses," Emer'Iah kissed Giada's cheek, taking her to her bedroom.