EVER AFTER

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.