"Are they my new mama?" Arella asked, her head tilted slightly as he looked at Ezreal and you. Ezreal froze and blushed, his grip on your waist tightening as he posed for the camera and even the photographer seemed startled. But Arella seemed oblivious as she stood in front of you. You didn't know Ezreal had a daughter, but she did look just like her father after all. "You're very pretty!" the little girl said with a shy smile on her face.

"Arella, honey. This isn't your new mama!" your modeling partner laughed nervously as he picked up the little girl into his arms and went behind the scenes, his pale cheeks flushed an embarrassed red as he looked at you with an apologetic smile for a second. Not even realizing you were coming closer as well as he let out a heavy sigh.

"What did I tell you about asking people to be your mama?" the older man scolded her which just made her pout and glare at Ezreal while crossing her arms with a puffed up cheek. This situation was so embarrassing to Ezreal but you were giggling in the back, just watching the whole thing go down. You weren't supposed to intervene anway, she wasn't your kid and this was amusing enough after all.

Arella glanced at you before looking back at her father with the same pout on her face. "But you like them! You always gush about them when we're home, so they're basically my mama!"