Sonny's POV

I was back at home, cooking Sophie dinner. Yes a greaser can cook, lay off ehh! "Sophie, your dinner is ready!" I called out as I sat the plate on the table.

I saw Sophie came running in.

"Yay, thanks Martie!" She squealed.

She is the ONLY one who can call me "Martie".

"Anytime kiddo." I smiled. "You eat while I go grab the mails."

"Ok!" She said eating her mac'n'cheese.

I smiled as I patted her head and walked out of the house, quickly locking the door just in case.

"Hello Sonny!" I looked over at a man outside watering his plant.

"Hello Mr. Lane." I waved back.

"How's the family?" He asked.

"They're doing good." I replied as I grabbed the mail. "How's yours?"

"Great, thank you." He smiled. "My wife made applepie, if you and Sophie wants some, you more welcome to come over."

I just gave him a small smile.

"No I uh…no it's fine." I told him.

"Ok." He said. "Take care son."

"You too Mr. Lane!" I waved before going back inside the house.

"This is good, Martie!" Sophia says making me chuckled at her and I sat down next to her, going through the mails.