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Eventually, this'll be my next 'bigger' story! (: I have a feeling people are just going to love Sam... Anyway, next chapter here.

Chapter 6~

 About half an hour later, Sam pulled into the driveway of a cute, two-story house with an adorable wraparound porch and a yard bursting with colorful flowers. I didn't know exactly what I was expecting, but I didn't think it'd be like this. The house's exterior was inviting and so far, I liked it.

 He turned off the ignition and swung his leg over, using the handlebars to push himself up. I quickly unbuckled my helmet and hung it on the back of the bike. Sam planted a hand on one bony hip and raked his other hand through his thick brown hair, staring at the house.

 "You read to meet the devils?" he asked, sighing a little. I chewed my lip to hide my excited smile.

 "Oh, don't be so dramatic," I teased, nudging his shoulder with mine. He scoffed.

 "Just you wait..." he warned me under his breath. I slid my eyes over to see if he was kidding, and let out a small laugh when I saw a faint curl to his lips. We walked up the driveway leisurely and I admired the garden in front of the porch. He dug his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, gesturing me inside, so I went in.

 The aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies assaulted my senses.

 "Wh-" I began to ask, only to be cut off by peals of girlish laughter which was accompanied by deep chuckling.

 I turned to Sam, who had rolled his eyes upwards to the ceiling.

 "Heaven help me," he muttered under his breath and dropped the keys in a small bowl that sat on a ledge framing the window by the door. "Follow me," he sighed. I obeyed, eyeing the grand staircase with interest. Very cute house.

 Sam led me down a short hallway and we stepped into the kitchen.

 A surprised expression froze on their faces, and mine as well.

 In front of me in the cutest, quaintest kitchen I'd ever laid eyes on, was a tall, handsome man dressed in a hot pink apron with chunks of cookie dough strategically stuck to various places on his body. Three little girls had their hands full of cookie dough, all situated in different spots. One was seated on the counter, one was standing on a stool by the stove, and the last one was clinging to the man's leg.

 Sam groaned loudly.

 "You never can say no to them, can you?" he addressed the man, who sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck with an oversized floral oven mitt.

 "SAMMY!" The three little girls squealed and simultaneously came flying at him in a tackle that was meant to floor him. He laughed and scooped up two of them, and the other one jumped up and koala-hugged his waist.

 "We missed you!" One piped up.

 "Yeah and we helped Daddy make cookies!" Another said.

 "But he burned them," The last one informed us sadly. They all turned their heads towards the man.

 "Silly Daddy," they chastised. I laughed softly, a bit overwhelmed at the fact that they were so young.

 All eyes landed on me.

 "Sam Sam, who's that?" the darkest haired one asked, tugging on Sam's shirt. Her green-blue eyes regarded me with curiosity.

 "Dad, girls, this is Sea, she's new around here. Sea, this is my Dad,"

 "Daniel," the man introduced himself with a warm smile.

 "And these pesky little buggers," Same gestured to the little girls no older than five, "are my triplet sister Etoile, Jolie, and Miri."