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Don entered the house slowly, looking around he found Delilah smiling brightly at him from where she stood washing dishes, and he took a moment, noticing that Syler took after her mother. Her her hair the same shade of brown, where it was almost black, and same green eyes that would make jade jealous. Just thinking about her made him want to see her, and he let his gaze slide around the corners of the kitchen but she was no where to she found.

"She's upstairs Don." Delilah informed him softly, letting her eyes flick back to the dishes she seemed intent on washing, he had never seen someone so focused on a plate before. Letting the thought slip away from him, he headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time, looking left to right, he watched the door to Danny and Lindsay's room close, and he moved towards Syler's room.

He knocked softly, and was given permission to enter, palming the door handle he pushed it open and smiled at what he saw.

Syler was facing away from him, seeming each minute that she was about to turn from the books she was reading, and back to see him, but she did not, so Don took it upon himself. Walking behind her he cupped her chin and pulled it up, so that she was looking at him upside down, and she smiled. Remembering in that moment, how much she had talked about the kiss from Spiderman he leaned down and kissed her.

He could feel her smiling against his lips, and knew she was recalling the same moment, pulling away he rounded where she sat and knelt beside her. She turned back to her book, knowing that he enjoyed just watching her, and she only had a few paragraphs left before her chapter was over. He watched her eyes flick back and forth across the page, taking in each and every word there, he wanted to be able to see into her mind and know what she thought about what she was reading.

Don probably could have guessed had he gazed down at the spine of the book, which would have been clearly visible from where he knelt, but that would require him taking his eyes off of her, to look at a worthless title, and the cost didn't seem to justify the worth so he decided against it.

A few moments after he had made his decision she flipped the book close, and smiled at him, she handed the hardback to him, because he was closer to the bookshelf and now he did look down at the cover The Misadventures of Oliver Booth stared back at him.

Leave it to her. He thought wearily, and turned back to look at her once more.

She was standing now, and wrapped her arms around his waist, and began to repeat the words, "I am so sorry."

He smiled down at her, "What may I ask are you sorry for?"

"For my father! What else? I can't believe he did that, he took you to the stump didn't he?"

Still smiling, Don thought back and he did recall a large rotting stump standing just behind Jethro, because Don had thought he would trip over it.

"Yeah, I think so."

She groaned inwardly in disgust, "He used to take our old boyfriends there to have 'the talk'." She imitated her fathers deep, commanding tone of voice, and completed her sentence with air quotes.

"He means well." Don said softly.

Lifting her head from his chest, she looked at him sorrowfully, "Not you too. You sound like my mother, what does he say to you people? Did he threaten you? blink twice if you feel in danger."

He laughed loudly at her, "He loves you, and wants the best for you, your dad just wants to make sure that I do too."

Syler took a deep breath, pushing the thought of Don loving her from her mind, It's too soon Sy.

"Fine, but I'm serious about the danger thing. My father has been known to be a little eccentric."

He nodded, "I think lunch is ready." Don said, after taking in the mouth watering smell wafting up the stairs.

Syler nodded as well, and took Don's hand as she headed for her door, opening it at the same moment Lindsay came bolting from her room. Slamming the door against her wall, she didn't even bother to close the bathroom door, before the sounds of sickness began to fill the upstairs hallway Danny came from the room moments later, and headed for the bathroom.

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