"Layla it's time for dinner, come inside and wash your hands. Uncle John is here!" Pricilla called as she heard John coming through the door and talking to Steve; joking about their business stuff. Layla got up as quick as lightning and ran inside to go see her Uncle John. Layla couldn't place it, but she felt very connected to John, more connected to him than she does her own father; Marcia thinks so too. Pricilla smiled as she watched Layla jump into John's arms and giggling and laughing as he tickled her. Steve smiled too and finished cooking and began to set the table.
Marcia continued to glare out the window. They are out there. I know they are. I don't like them. "Why don't you like us Marcia? We mean no harm; you saw it yourself. Layla had fun!" Geira called out in her mind. Go away... she stated calmly, before turning and seeing her mother watching her stare out the window.
"Marcia, come downstairs. Uncle John is here and he wants to see his two favorite goddaughters. Also, go wash up because dinner is ready." Pricilla said, guiding her daughter down the stairs. Marcia's face went from confused and frightened, to happy and excited as soon as she heard John's voice echoing throughout the home.
"Uncle John!" She squealed as she quickly ran down the stairs and leaping into John's arms. "I missed you Uncle John!" He smiled at her comment and tickled her gently. Layla was helping Steve set up the table, and John put Marcia down so she could wash her hands for dinner. John looked over at Pricilla.
"Hello Pricilla, its been a while." John smiled softly but sadly at Pricilla, whom was leaning against the wall and looking at Steve and the twins setting up the dinner table. She didn't respond she only nodded. Sighing, John walked into the living room and was greeted by the small puppy Hercules. He knelt and petted the puppy who seemed to have a small limp. "What's this little guy's name, Pricilla?" He looked back at her; still petting the puppy.
She turned her head to look at John and saw him petting little Hercules, "That's Hercules. We got him yesterday...Steve hit him with the car accidentally." She then diverted her gaze towards Steve and the girls who were setting food onto the plates.
Steve turned his head toward Pricilla with a big smile, "Dinner is ready." She nodded and turned to tell John who was now exploring in her office.
John was looking at the many different articles on the post boards that were placed on the walls of Pricilla's office, and in the middle of the room was her large oak desk with her computer. To the left of the desk, from the view of the door, was the small love seat that she kept in her office for interview purposes. He gazed at the little puppy and kitten nick knacks that decorated her desk. Pricilla walked in and watched him admire her things.
She walked up behind him, and tried but failed miserably because he's much taller, tapped him on the shoulder, "Come on John dinner is ready, and your two favorite daughters are waiting for you." She quietly whispered so only she and John could hear what she was talking about.
He turned around and smiled down at her. "They are my only; just as you are my only, Pricilla." He lovingly gazed into her dark brown eyes. She blushed and looked away, Really John. I'm married, and I don't really feel the same way..can't you just grow up. Meanwhile, John took the opportunity to admire her. He gazed at her straight but curly long brown hair, and her perfect face that was slightly pink. Her body was slim but had some muscle to it. He admired the light blue long-sleeved shirt she was wearing which came all the way down her arms to her small dainty hands. His eyes drifted to her black skirt and her bare feet.
"John, if you are done looking at me, can we please just go eat some dinner. Steve and the girls are waiting." Pricilla interrupted snapping him out of his admiring, which of course made Pricilla blush more knowing he was checking her out.
John smiled, "Anything for you Dearest." Winking, he walked out of the room, leaving Pricilla slightly shocked and a little bit of something that she hadn't felt in a long time. She shook her head and walked out of her office and towards the dinner table where Marcia and Layla were non-stop talking to John, and Steve was eating his food in silence; waiting for Pricilla to return. As soon as Pricilla stepped into the kitchen, Steve's expression changed to happiness, and he quickly got up and pulled her chair out for her. When she sat down, he planted a kiss on her forehead and then sat down to continue eating their dinner.
