GOOD RIGHT REVEREND

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Dad! Darius shouted from the rear entrance of the church and wave at Donovan. Uncle Brocus he shouted and waved to him. Donovan looked in his direction and waved to him and Kiva as he grin widen. He glanced at his watch Patrice managed to get them to bible study a full five minutes before it started. "Will miracles ever cease?" he mumbled.

"At least she's on time Van give her some credit," Brocus smiled at Donovan and his felt his world was right."

"Okay only because you asked." he whispered. "How was your meeting this afternoon?" Donovan asked.

"It went great Van." Was his only response.

"You're still not going to tell me who you were meeting with or why?" He frowned. You've been really secretive lately Brocus." This bothered Donovan he shared everything with him, every little detail he didn't like secrets they had a way of coming back to haunt you.

"Van, honey" he whispered even lower. "I promise I'll tell you what's going on I just want to wait until I have something to tell you, right now there is nothing to tell."

"So I have to trust you?" He asked wearily. He knew he shouldn't have this attitude Brocus had never given him reason not to trust him. He knew that Brocus had something in the works but had no clue as to what it could be or who it was with.

"I trust you every day Van and you're married. I never question your motives or whereabouts. I don't think I'm asking too much. Do you?" He asked smiling.

"I love you ya know? You can tell me anything and yes you do trust me every day so I'll let you tell me what's going on in your time." Brocus smiled at him and walked away just as Patrice and the kids made it to where he'd stood. Donovan hugged the children and sent them to sit with their age groups.

"Donovan, I cooked dinner for you, your favorite." She stated bitterly with a frown. Patrice glanced around she rarely did confrontations with Donovan in public and most definitely not at the church. As she suspected all eyes were on them so she put on her show smile.

"Why? He responded just as bitter. You've never cook for me before, what's your angle Patrice? Are you going to poison me? Is that your plan? He asked with a chuckle.

Donovan that's just a mean thing to say. I try to offer an olive branch and you put a torch to it." She whimpered and stuck out her lip.

Donovan glanced around the room and smiled at her. "Why? What's going on? What did you do that you don't want me to find out about? The olive branch should have been you putting on that ring what are people supposed to thing Patrice. He pointed at her usual seat. Go sit down Patrice and enjoy the service."

Patrice clasped her hands together to hide the vacant finger and walked to her seat. She was never going to win him over. She was looking forward to him going out of town for a while but had no idea when that would be. His absence would be welcomed right now so she could just think.

Patrice glanced over at Brocus and couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. He smiled kindly at her and that peeved her even more. She continued to glare at him as he placed his ear piece in and she notice a hell of a ring on his left ring finger there was no way not to see it the thing caught the light and glimmered brightly. Patrice gasped out loud. He wouldn't dare she thought, he would not buy that man a ring. She glanced over at Donovan and knew instantly that he knew she'd seen the ring because he smirked at her. "The nerve." she mumbled.

The minute service was over Patrice walked over to Brocus. She knew Donovan would be tied up with parishioners for a while she glanced over her shoulder to make sure and saw a good sized line of people waiting to speak with him.