Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
Tasha is worried. Mr. Davenport has not returned from the grocery store. Two hours have passed since Mr. Davenport called and said he was in line and that he expected to be home soon. Tasha picks up her phone to call one more time when the door opens and Mr. Davenport enters with the groceries. After Mr. Davenport drops the bags on the kitchen counter, he groans and collapses on the couch.
"Traffic was horrible. Ran into three accidents on the way home. I'll eat anything tonight."
"Well, we are having spaghetti," Tasha informs. She chuckles when her husband gives a thumbs up and remains on the couch. "Bree, Adam, Chase, Leo! Dinner!"
The four teenagers, three bionic and one non-bionic, enter the kitchen. Bree cocks her head when she spots Mr. Davenport. "Are you okay?"
"He's fine. Just extremely tired," Tasha informs. "I will let him rest there until the dinner is ready. Will you set the table?"
Bree nods and then uses her super speed to set the silverware in a couple of seconds. "All done."
Tasha blows a strand of hair out of her eyes. "I meant without your bionics."
Bree shrugs, as if to say she does not care. Bree sits at the table and pulls out her phone, only for Mr. Davenport to snatch the phone from her hands.
"What have I told you, Bree? No using your phone during dinnertime."
"But Mr. Davenport, it isn't dinnertime yet," Bree argues.
"My wife called you to dinner. It's dinner time." Mr. Davenport hands the phone to Tasha. "You can have it back after dinner."
Bree cannot believe what she is hearing. "But—"
"No buts, Bree. We've told you before that dinnertime is family-reserved. No electronics at the dinner table."
Bree narrows her gaze at Mr. Davenport to make him nervous, but Mr. Davenport does not bite. She sighs and props her head up against the kitchen table.
After Tasha put the spaghetti on the table, Mr. Davenport stood up to grab drinks. He returns with a bottle of Apple Cider and Champagne. When he finishes, Mr. Davenport raises his champagne glass.
"I would like to make a toast. To the obstacles we may face and to those we may overcome. May we make wise decisions, follow our heart, and live by the consequences of those actions. May we find love, live our life to the fullest, and help those in need. That is why today, I, Donald Davenport, am going to give two million dollars to help those whose lives have been destroyed by Hurricane Harvey. In addition, I am giving 250 million dollars to the Cancer Research Foundation here in Mission Creek. So mode be."
The Davenport family clanks glasses and drinks. After a moment of silence, Tasha asks, "So why the big change in heart?"
Mr. Davenport steals a glance over at Leo and smiles. "Let's just say someone reminded me of what makes this country so great."