Vincent's POV
“Hey, don’t say that. It’s my pleasure to help you, and I’m having fun with your son. He’s like my child, especially since he’s my daughter's best friend,” I said.
“Okay, how about you stay here and have dinner with us? At least in exchange for your kindness to us, just a token of gratitude for spending your time with us at the hospital and dropping us home. I will just make our dinner before you leave.”
“That sounds great,” I smiled.
“Okay, stay here for a minute. I’ll just go to the kitchen,” Donna said. “Just feel at home.”
“Sure, thank you.” I took the TV controller on top of the centre table while Donna walked towards the kitchen. In a few minutes, she got back with a glass of juice.
“I’m sorry you might be thirsty since we arrived. I forgot to offer any drinks,” she said.
“You don’t have to bother. I will be fine. As you said, I'm feeling at home already,” I said.