Sylvia was being helped my George again, and Porthos followed along side Jack, and Michael. Peter had taken the basket out of James' arms, and carried it.
"Come on George! You're it!" Michael yelled, and started to run ahead with Porthos.
"Not now Michael, I'm helping Mother." George replied, and looked at James, who was walking along side him.
"You're being very grown up, George." James said, and smiled a bit.
"Thank you, Uncle Jim." George said filled with a bit of proud ness.
"Here George," Sylvia started, and pulled away from him a bit, "Go run along with Michael, I don't want him to get hurt running off like that." She said, and held onto James' shoulder, as she stepped around to his side, all the way.
"Mother, are you sure?" He asked reassuring.
"Yes, dear. Go on and play." She said smiling. She then paused and breathed real heavily for a moment, and James nodded to George to run off with Peter, and the others while he walked with Sylvia.
George nodded back, and ran off to catch up with his three brothers, and Porthos. James looked at Sylvia, and took her hand, while her left hand was still on his shoulder.
"You alright?" He asked, and looked down at her.
"Yes, just don't let go, or I might fall." She said, and they continued walking slowly to the Park.
"I would never let go, not while you're in this condition, Sylvia." Said James, and she looked up at him, and felt happy, even though she was ill, being with James always made her feel like she was never doing anything wrong.
After a few minutes, they arrived to the park and saw Jack, and Michael running around, acting like they had guns. "Hey! You got me!" Jack said, and fell to the ground.
"Told you I have good aim!" Michael said, and George sort of laughed at Michael.
"Alright you two, enough of your silliness." Peter said from the blanket he was sitting on in the grass, with the basket of food.
"Porthos, come here boy!" Said Jack, and he took the bell off his collar, and put it on the kite again. "Good boy!" Said Jack, and he scratched behind his ears.
Sylvia, and James couldn't help smiling a lot at the site of the four boys. It was pretty amazing compared to how they use to act before meeting James.
James helped Sylvia sit down on the blankets. "Thank you." She said, and fixed her hat, and James walked over to the boys.
"Alright boys," He began, continuing to make his way to them, "Today, we are going to play a new game. But it still includes your imagination!" He said pointing at his head with his finger when he used the word 'imagination'.
The boys hurried to stand in front of him in a small circle to listen. James knelt down, and looked at the boys just his size now. "Today, we go into a world of Medieval times!"
The boys talked excitedly, and were discussing, and arguing who got to be a Knight, or Lord, or King.
James watched them argue and then spoke, "There'll be no use for arguing, I already have an idea of who should be who. So, if you can't decide, I'll decide for you." James said this for only one reason, to get the boys to stop arguing. It worked.
When they heard those words 'I'll decide for you.' they immediately chose who was who.
Michael was the King, George the Knight, Peter the Vassal Lord, and Jack the serf. (A.k.a. Peasant).
James chose to be the invader. He would attack King Michael's Country of, 'Michael Land' (He's only a kid he wouldn't come up with a great name for a Country yet. Although the other kids argued to call it something else).
James snuck around a tree, and watched Jack digging some crops. Peter walked around Jack, and imaginary serfs, just like Jack. He was inspecting their crop jobs.
James rolled on the ground, behind another tree. (A/N: lol, I can see that.) George was riding on a horse, and looking at the Serfs also. The Knights other job was to make sure Serfs didn't escape, and if they did, and they were found. To kill them.
Sylvia watched, coughing a little bit here and there, but not bad yet. She was watching while laughing at the facial expressions of some of them. Peter was trying to look all professional, and older than he is, which seemed kind of funny, because of how old he was/looked.
Michael was making faces, like he was a stuck up, know it all king, and acting all proper. Which made his mother laugh a bit.
George seemed braver than he usually is, and more intelligent which just made Sylvia proud of him. "Intruder!" Yelled George, and Peter, and the boys all the suddenly turned into Knights, except for Michael.
"Knights! Attack!" Michael said, in a 'trying to be bold' voice. James and the others were using sticks as swords, and sliced Jack. Jack fell to his death. And Peter was killed too, he fell to the ground. Then George but up the biggest battle, and won.
"Argh, You got me!" James said, and slowly fell, "You'll never be forgiven by the gods, for this!" And he fell to his death.
"Yay!" Yelled Michael, and ran to James, and the others. Sylvia clapped her hands, laughing. "Bravo!" She said smiling.
James and the boys got up, and bowed to her, and Porthos (Who was sitting right next to her panting.). "Okay boys, time to eat." James said, and they rushed to the basket and began eating.
James laughed, and sat down next to Sylvia and began to eat himself. "How do you like it?" James asked, smiling.
"It's very good! Thank you Uncle Jim!" Jack said, and began stuffing his face again. "Yes, Very good indeed!" George said, and ate with some manners.
"Thank you again, James. This is really nice of you." Sylvia said, looking at her four boys. They all seemed happy, and James felt like he had done something right for once. "You're most welcome." James replied, smiling. He didn't eat much, he was just glad to be with Sylvia, and the boys.
"Well, come on it's time to get washed up boys!" Sylvia said, and they all got up folding the blanket together, as a family. "Peter carry the basket again would you." Sylvia said, and she handed the folded up blanket to Jack.
"Yes, Mother." Peter said taking the basket, and heading with the other boys, and Porthos. Porthos barked, and ran after Michael and Jack.
"Guys! Wait up! Mother won't like you going ahead!" George called out, and him and Peter ran after them.
"Thank you James. You've come to mean so much to us.." She said, and looked at the ground. James looked at her softly.
"And you and your boys have become family." He replied, Sylvia looked up at him, and smiled. The rest of the time they were silent, and just enjoyed being with each other. The boys had already went inside they assumed, when they reached the house.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow I'm sure." She said smiling, and started to walk toward the door by herself, but James wouldn't let her.
"Be careful Sylvia," James started, and he helped her up the small steps to the door. "I don't want anything to happen to you." He added, and she looked at him. For a moment they just looked at each other, and James kissed her cheek.
Sylvia stood there a bit shocked, and she finally came back to her thoughts. "Thank you again James." She seemed to blush a bit, and James nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow" He said, and he waited till the door was completely closed, before walking back home without Porthos.
A/N: Thank you all for reviewing! Jenn, Linda, Flipsy, you're reviews mean a lot to mean, and I feel like I'm actually a good write for once. Most of my friends think the way I write is stupid, I guess. Except Jenn, she reviewed . again Thank you! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!