GOOD RIGHT REVEREND

CHAPTER EIGHT

A CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM

"Well son I'm happy to see your mood has improved." Jon pointed out as Donovan walked toward him in the sanctuary where all the council members were now mingling.

He was in a much better mood but not because he was feeling better about what had happened in the conference room but rather what had just happened in his office. Brocus had slipped out the back entrance since everyone thought he was gone any way. Donovan took the long walk down the corridor leading to the church entrance alone. But he felt on top of the world and it was all because Brocus had said yes to his proposal they were engaged, and nothing could stop him from being optimistic about their future.

"Yes, Dad I've had time to reflect and think it over. God is intentional, nothing is by mistake so I'm confident things will work out." He responded seriously.

"Dad, dad!"

Donovan turned to Darius shouting at him. He grinned broadly as he made his way over to them and practically jumped in Donovan's arms. He was still in his baseball uniform covered in dirt, grass stains and dust but Donovan didn't care he wanted to be covered in it with his son.

"How was camp?" he asked releasing Darius from his hug. The day camp that Darius was attending was costly but worth it he was being schooled by a group of former major league players. The camp was kept small to keep give special attention to each student.

"Great Dad! We were taught speed balls today and how to slide into home base." Darius was giddy with excitement.

"I can tell Darius, you bought home half the field on your uniform." Donovan laughed.

Dad he moaned. Not you too, Mom wouldn't let me hug her because I was so dirty." He looked dejected.

"No, not me too," he pulled him into a bear hug and wrestled him to the ground and tickled him into a fit of laughter. You are never too dirty for me you're my kid." Donovan laughed continuing his playful assault. Before he could rise to his feet, he felt little hands wrap around his throat and about thirty pounds of weight added to his back.

"Get off my brutha." Kiva giggled.

"Oh! You've done it now son." Jon chuckled. Donovan flipped Kiva over his shoulders and took to tickling her while Darius tried to free her from Donovan's tickle-fest.

"Daddy" Kiva giggled "please stop."

"Ok, ok." He laughed picking her up while standing to his feet. "You give?" he laughed as she giggled and snuggled her face into his shoulder.

"Yes, Daddy yes." Donovan held her closer and then pulled Darius into his clutches and wished he never had to let them go.

"How did you get here Darius?" he asked.

"Bro. Wilson dropped me I had a feeling you would be here. Dad, who is that man Mom is talking with?"

Donovan turned to see who indeed she was talking to and smiled. "That's the new attorney for the church Mr. Davis." Donovan couldn't hear what was being said between them, but he did recognize Patrice's gestures, she was flirting now the only question was if Mr. Davis was nibbling.

"Can we go home Dad, I'm really hungry." Darius asked patting his stomach. I haven't eaten since lunch. They had yogurt for snack Yuck! He shivered adding to his display of how much he disliked yogurt.

"Me too." Kiva chimed in agreement.

Donovan tore his eyes away from Patrice and gave his kids his undivided attention. "Without a doubt." he smiled at them, "what do you two want to eat?"