The arrival wasn’t complete without a dramatic flourish. The door swung open, revealing Scovia’s flamboyant grand aunt and Scott, Irie’s favorite uncle.
“Hold on tight, munchkins!” boomed Scott, his arms overflowing with brightly wrapped packages. The kids’ eyes widened. Irie, particularly close to her Uncle Scott, squealed with delight, launching herself into his arms. Scott, despite his usual gruff demeanor, melted into the hug, his face breaking into a goofy grin.
Suddenly, Evans, with the impeccable timing of a tiny comedian, toddled towards Scott, grabbed his leg, and declared in a garbled voice, “Uncle Scoot!”
Everyone burst into laughter. Even Mrs. Evergreen, known for her stern expression, couldn’t help but chuckle. Scott, completely disarmed by the little one’s affection, scooped him up, proclaiming, “Alright, alright, you little charmer! Uncle Scott’s here to shower you with presents!”