Pushed off balance by the young boy's hug Trowa fell onto his back, having the wind knocked out of him.
"Oh, are you all right?!" The girl, bent over him with her face up close to his face. Nodding, Trowa pushed himself up to a sitting position.
"She was right!!" The boy let go of him and started jumping up and down with excitement. "Millie wasn't lying this time." Stopping his jumping the boy looked over at the girl. "Ona, can we go in now?"
Ona looked at Trowa, as though trying to remember some thing. Suddenly her eye's lit up, and a large smile spread across her face. "Oh, it really is you" wrapping her arms around Trowa's neck she gave him a hug with more strength than he would have thought her small body capable of. He felt tears running down her face and onto his neck as she held on to him "Daddy, I missed you so much" She managed between sobs. "I always knew you'd come back for us"
Feeling his heart fall to the pit of his stomach Trowa almost wished he were the children's father. "I'm not your-"
The boy wiped his runny noise on his sleeve "I'm hungry."
Getting back on his feet Ona let go of his neck only to latch hold on his hand. "I'll get you some thing to eat" Trowa said picking up his umbrella, he offered it's protection to both of the children and then led the way to the first restaurant he saw.
Entering the restaurant the soaked children dripped on the floor and got the immediate attention from the waiter. "Hey! Get off of my clean carpit!" The elderly man shouted at the small children as he moved towards them.
Ona hugged Trev to her side with her left arm and got ready to punch the waiter with her right. But her "Daddy" put a hand on her shoulder and gently, however firmly, pulled her back before she could. Looking up she saw that he was glaring at the man. In a voice that was slightly lower than normal tone for conversation he asked "where are the rest rooms?" His voice held a warning note to it, the kind she heard mothers use with their children when they had gone too far.
The waiter only made a low grumbling sound before gesturing with his head to some doors a few feet behind him. "But they are for paying customers only"
Patting Ona on the back Trowa nudged her to the door with the female sign on it. "Go wash up" he said to her, his voice much more friendly then with the waiter. "We'll order after using the restrooms" He stated firmly, talking once again to the waiter.
Nodding Ona let go of Trev and headed for the girl's bath room. 'Maybe things will work out after all' She thought. Glancing over her shoulder she watched Trowa lead Trev to the other bath room. 'Even if he isn't really our Dad maybe I can get him to want to... He already likes Trev'. Entering the girl's bath room Ona put her mind to work on forming a plan as she washed her hands.
In the other bath room Trowa turned on the hand dryer 'What are these things called any way?' he asked his self as he looked at the thing on the wall that let out hot air to dry your hands with. Shrugging the question off he put the little boy under its warm air. "This will help you dry faster" the boy just smiled up at him and began making sounds into it and listening to the noise that echoed back at him. Glad that the boy was enjoying himself Trowa grabbed some paper towels and getting them damp began to wash some mud off the kid's face. "What's your name?" He asked, lifting the boy's face up so he could get a good look at him as he scrubbed.
"You... you don't remember my name?" The boy's voice cracked as his chocolate brown eyes became pools of sorrow.
"I" Trowa couldn't think of what to say that wouldn't have the child crying 'He still thinks I'm his father' Hoping a change of subject would work he asked "Who's Millie?"
The boy shrugged, "She's our land lady, when Mama ran off with her boyfriend she sort of took care of us" Looking down at his shoes, they were to large and worn out. "She said you'd come if we waited for you on the street corner long enough. I thought she was lying again." Looking up he smiled at Trowa "But you really came" Feeling like a heel Trowa finished helping the kid get dry and clean "Trev" The boy said as he shook the remaining bit of water out of his raven black hair.
"Trev?" Trowa echoed back.
"You named me Trev, that's what Ona said" Leading the way out of the bath room Trev rubbed his stomach. "Can we eat now?"