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Chapter 7
About two weeks later, Sam felt like there was nothing better than her life, at the moment. She had a wonderful boyfriend. She got on really well with Joey. To her, Tom, Joey and her felt like a family. She helped out looking after Chloe's kids and they loved her. She loved it all.
"Sam! You're late!" Zoe called across reception. Sam had tried to sneak pass, but had failed.
"Sorry. I was with Joey and Tom."
"Oh, when can he come home?"
"Hopefully today," Sam replied, with a smile on her face.
"That's great! What time?"
"They said, about five this afternoon."
"Brilliant! When do you finish?"
"Eight."
"Well, if we're not too busy, I'll let you go early," whispered Zoe.
"Thank you," and with that Sam walked off to start her shift.
Tom had practically been ordered to go home, by Joey and Sam. They told him to get the house ready or whatever. He only agreed to go, because Chloe said she would bring the kids in, to see their uncle, and be there with him.
Joey was enjoying being with his nephew and nieces. Yes, he had been living with them until about two weeks ago, but they were family and he missed them.
Chloe had left about five minutes ago, to get them all some food, when Michael Spence walked in.
"Hey," he said, in his normal American accent. They all looked up at him.
"Hey mate," Joey said, cheerfully.
"When you coming home?"
"Today."
"Lucky. I'll come visit you and Tom. Try and help out and all that, what d'you think?"
"Aren't you supposed to do that anyway? You know, as our uncle."
"Ha, you're funny," spoke Michael, sarcastically. "So, how are you, Harley and girls?" He asked as he turned to the smaller kids.
They all laughed at him. So, he picked up Jodie and ran round the room with her. Everyone was in fits of laughter. They hadn't been able to feel happy, at all, in a long time.
"Food!" shouted Chloe, as she entered. She looked up and saw Michael. "Hello Michael. You've come to join us?"
"Well, I thought I would say hello and see how my nephew is."
"You want to eat? There's plenty."
"Oh yes! I'm starving," Michael replied, as he licked his lips and rubbed his hands together.
Sorry it's only short.