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Dave woke up to someone knocking on the door. He carefully moved Cale onto his bed and made his way to the door. "Hello… Jing-mei, what a pleasure to see you again." He said with a smile on his face.
"Hey Dave, thought I'd come and say hi." She said looking down at her feet.
"No you didn't, you couldn't resist Michael and my cute and adorable faces. You had to see us." He said smiling; knowing he was sounding like his ego had grown a hundred times since she had last seen them.
"Nice to know that your pride wasn't hurt when you were fired." She said with a slight smile as he let her in.
"Oh, getting fired from that place wouldn't hurt my pride in the slightest." Dave said smiling as he walked into the kitchen. "Want something to drink?"
"No that's okay, uh… How's Michael doing?" She asked looking around the living room. There were pictures all over the place. She hadn't noticed them the last time she was here, but they were all over the place. On the walls, on the TV, on the tables. Everywhere, no doubt he made sure his son felt wanted.
"Fine, why do you ask?" Dave asked falling onto the couch.
"Just wondering. How are you?" She asked while she picked up a picture with two men. Both looked like younger versions of Dave but one was in a wheel chair.
"That's me and my brother when we were seventeen. We were in Galveston." He said standing up looking over her shoulder.
"You look like twins."
"Nah, he's a year older than me. Paralyzed by a drunk driver when he was 7."
"Damn, I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it was probably for the better."
"What do you mean?" She asked surprised by that.
"Nothing, just something in the past. He's married now, no need to worry about it." He said smiling slightly, "never thought he'd marry before me though…," he said with a slight laugh.
"So, what's he like?"
"Nothing like me, except looks."
"Oh, I guess that means he's charming." She said with a smile.
"Oh, you now how to make me feel nice don't you." Dave said smiling as he took the picture from her hand and putting it back onto the shelf.
"Yeah, it comes with the job." She said with a smile slightly slapping him on the shoulder.
"Jing!!!!" She heard Michael yell as he shortened her name.
"Michael hey!" She yelled back to the little boy that was yelling.
"Daddy, said I could stay I don't have to go away." The little boy said happily jumping up and down.
"What?" She asked confused.
"Nothing, family things. What time is it?" He asked as he looked around for a clock.
"Just past noon, I didn't wake you did you?"
"Uh, no. Gees we slept late little man." He said picking up Michael and bringing him to the kitchen. "Come on Jing-mei, I'm going to cook you lunch."
"That's oka…" She started but was interrupted by Dave.
"Uh-uh, no no's, We finally got a pretty lady in the house and we're not going to letting her go before we at least feed her. Ain't that right Michael?"
"Yeah, you gotta come eat wid us." Michael said with the biggest smile on his face.
"Okay, since you ask so politely." She said smiling as she followed them into the kitchen. "So warn me Michael, how does your daddy cook?"
"He cooks good, but I like hiz penutbutter and Jelly sandwitches's."
"Don't get paranoid Jing-Mei, I can cook." He said smiling grabbing things out of his fridge and piling them onto the cabinet.
"Just making sure, I know my brother can't cook."
"That's a stereotype of men, can't cook and slobs. Makes us men want to be like that, huh Michael?"
"Yeah! But we also want good food, and not gagamagots!" Michael yelled laughing as he grabbed something out of one of the cabinets. "Make these! Make these!" He yelled putting the box on the cabinet with the rest of the items.
"Michael we're going to be here all day!" Dave said as he grabbed a couple of pots.
"We got company dad!" Michael said opening the fridge and grabbing some juices. "Mrsh. Jing, what do yoo want Apple or orange? Orange iz tha best!" Michael asked grabbing two juices.
"Thank you your welcome, Michael." Jing-mei said with a smile.
"Yoor welcome, Daddy's got a new job, can yoo watch me tonight?" Michael asked sipping on his juice.
"Michael!" Dave said shocked how could his son just up and say that to a woman that he had only met twice so far.
"It would be no problem, Michael's a sweet kid." Jing-mei said stroking his hair.
"Jing-mei, he's sick…"
"Am not!" Michael yelled standing up. "I'm healthy!" He yelled than ran out of the room in tears.
"Damn it!" Dave yelled as he stopped cutting the vegetables. "He's got SCID, and he doesn't like me saying that he's sick, I'll be right back."
A few minutes later they both walked out of the hallway and were smiling. "Daddy, says I'm not sick, and that if yoo want to yoo can watch me." Michael yelled running up to Jing-mei
"Good," she said smiling slightly still shocked by what Dave had informed her.
"All right, he has Vitamins on top of the fridge and medicine too, but he doesn't need any until 7 o'clock. Bed time at 9, and that's about it." Dave said rubbing his hand through his hair. "Uh, emergency numbers on the fridge…"
"Dave, I'm not a teenager, I can do this."
"All right I know, now let me get back to lunch."
Yeah, they are so sweet aren't they! Not very angsty huh? I couldn't make it too sad.
Dave woke up to someone knocking on the door. He carefully moved Cale onto his bed and made his way to the door. "Hello… Jing-mei, what a pleasure to see you again." He said with a smile on his face.
"Hey Dave, thought I'd come and say hi." She said looking down at her feet.
"No you didn't, you couldn't resist Michael and my cute and adorable faces. You had to see us." He said smiling; knowing he was sounding like his ego had grown a hundred times since she had last seen them.
"Nice to know that your pride wasn't hurt when you were fired." She said with a slight smile as he let her in.
"Oh, getting fired from that place wouldn't hurt my pride in the slightest." Dave said smiling as he walked into the kitchen. "Want something to drink?"
"No that's okay, uh… How's Michael doing?" She asked looking around the living room. There were pictures all over the place. She hadn't noticed them the last time she was here, but they were all over the place. On the walls, on the TV, on the tables. Everywhere, no doubt he made sure his son felt wanted.
"Fine, why do you ask?" Dave asked falling onto the couch.
"Just wondering. How are you?" She asked while she picked up a picture with two men. Both looked like younger versions of Dave but one was in a wheel chair.
"That's me and my brother when we were seventeen. We were in Galveston." He said standing up looking over her shoulder.
"You look like twins."
"Nah, he's a year older than me. Paralyzed by a drunk driver when he was 7."
"Damn, I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it was probably for the better."
"What do you mean?" She asked surprised by that.
"Nothing, just something in the past. He's married now, no need to worry about it." He said smiling slightly, "never thought he'd marry before me though…," he said with a slight laugh.
"So, what's he like?"
"Nothing like me, except looks."
"Oh, I guess that means he's charming." She said with a smile.
"Oh, you now how to make me feel nice don't you." Dave said smiling as he took the picture from her hand and putting it back onto the shelf.
"Yeah, it comes with the job." She said with a smile slightly slapping him on the shoulder.
"Jing!!!!" She heard Michael yell as he shortened her name.
"Michael hey!" She yelled back to the little boy that was yelling.
"Daddy, said I could stay I don't have to go away." The little boy said happily jumping up and down.
"What?" She asked confused.
"Nothing, family things. What time is it?" He asked as he looked around for a clock.
"Just past noon, I didn't wake you did you?"
"Uh, no. Gees we slept late little man." He said picking up Michael and bringing him to the kitchen. "Come on Jing-mei, I'm going to cook you lunch."
"That's oka…" She started but was interrupted by Dave.
"Uh-uh, no no's, We finally got a pretty lady in the house and we're not going to letting her go before we at least feed her. Ain't that right Michael?"
"Yeah, you gotta come eat wid us." Michael said with the biggest smile on his face.
"Okay, since you ask so politely." She said smiling as she followed them into the kitchen. "So warn me Michael, how does your daddy cook?"
"He cooks good, but I like hiz penutbutter and Jelly sandwitches's."
"Don't get paranoid Jing-Mei, I can cook." He said smiling grabbing things out of his fridge and piling them onto the cabinet.
"Just making sure, I know my brother can't cook."
"That's a stereotype of men, can't cook and slobs. Makes us men want to be like that, huh Michael?"
"Yeah! But we also want good food, and not gagamagots!" Michael yelled laughing as he grabbed something out of one of the cabinets. "Make these! Make these!" He yelled putting the box on the cabinet with the rest of the items.
"Michael we're going to be here all day!" Dave said as he grabbed a couple of pots.
"We got company dad!" Michael said opening the fridge and grabbing some juices. "Mrsh. Jing, what do yoo want Apple or orange? Orange iz tha best!" Michael asked grabbing two juices.
"Thank you your welcome, Michael." Jing-mei said with a smile.
"Yoor welcome, Daddy's got a new job, can yoo watch me tonight?" Michael asked sipping on his juice.
"Michael!" Dave said shocked how could his son just up and say that to a woman that he had only met twice so far.
"It would be no problem, Michael's a sweet kid." Jing-mei said stroking his hair.
"Jing-mei, he's sick…"
"Am not!" Michael yelled standing up. "I'm healthy!" He yelled than ran out of the room in tears.
"Damn it!" Dave yelled as he stopped cutting the vegetables. "He's got SCID, and he doesn't like me saying that he's sick, I'll be right back."
A few minutes later they both walked out of the hallway and were smiling. "Daddy, says I'm not sick, and that if yoo want to yoo can watch me." Michael yelled running up to Jing-mei
"Good," she said smiling slightly still shocked by what Dave had informed her.
"All right, he has Vitamins on top of the fridge and medicine too, but he doesn't need any until 7 o'clock. Bed time at 9, and that's about it." Dave said rubbing his hand through his hair. "Uh, emergency numbers on the fridge…"
"Dave, I'm not a teenager, I can do this."
"All right I know, now let me get back to lunch."
Yeah, they are so sweet aren't they! Not very angsty huh? I couldn't make it too sad.