all things are possible,
even the worst of things
He follows the long drive slowly, eyes fixed ahead as he watches for the first visible corner of the massive house he had called home for so long. As he catches that first sight of it, his hands grip the wheel of his car (something eminently sensible, probably pre-owned, but still a recent model, because that's how he rolls) a bit tighter. He is unaccountably nervous, despite the excitement coursing through his veins.
He had missed them. All of them. He would not have declined this invitation for the world.
He only wishes Ilka could be here, his sweet, beautiful wife. As it happens though, she is pregnant. Again. And about ready to pop. The doctor had recommended bed rest (she is so fine and delicate, he sometimes feels a bit guilty, but it seems he can never keep his hands off her. Something he should work on no doubt, but she is just terrible as he. And there's only so much a man can resist), so she had stayed home to rest. Besides, knowing his family, she would never get that here.
As he pulls the car in beside his older sister's flashy sports car, he glances up at the house, at the three siblings already arrived, ready to enter the mansion. Stepping from the vehicle, he touches his pocket briefly ensuring the mobile device is still there, still safe. He has no intention of missing anything should Ilka go into labor while he is here.
As he nears the odd trio, a grin splits his face. His sister is loudly proclaiming their presence, and it is all he can do not to laugh.
Stepping in behind them, curly black hair in habitual disarray, white button-down tucked loosely, collar open and sleeves rolled, tanned hands tucked casually into the pockets of his black slacks, he leans against the door jamb, lopsided grin adorning his lips.
”Hey,” he says finally, brown eyes twinkling with good humor. ”Long time no see.”
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch