Longings.

"Here, here, here. Piping hot meals!" Isabella squeaked as she dropped a pot of hot soup on the dining table. Seth looked up from the computer he was working on and gave her a smile. "Hurry up, will you?!" She gestured with her hand for him to come to the table.

"Coming!" He answered but his attention was focused on what he was working on since he needed to cover up for the two to three days he missed at work.

"Isabella, go and get some fruits from the refrigerator." Her mother commanded her.

"Yes, sire." She joked with the older woman and made her way from the room.

Seth smiled to himself. Ever since their mothers arrived in the morning, the home has been hustling with activities. He had laughed so hard, he was afraid he must have expelled his bags of laughter in a single day. He lost his focus on the table when he saw a pair of legs standing in front of him. He looked up, tracing the legs to the short jeans skirt she wore and the black chiffon top she exchanged his shirt for, and s