Did you know that werewolves are real?
Did you know packs territories existed where you keep your foot?
Did you know that the idea of mates were true?
Well, Dr. Dayna Leah Wilson didn't know what was waiting for her. She has heard stories, children'...
Marvel's really got a thing going eh? With the TV show for Loki and the release of Black Widow, like OH YEAH! They really be doing the world a favor now, and I'm glad to be in the world. I'm so so excited, Yay!!!
Anyway without any further delays, here's the next chapter Loves!
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Chapter 7: Dayna Leah Wilson P.O.V-
'Laughing is the best medicine', my father would say, 'but laughing without reason means you need medicine.' And that was one of the best dad jokes that I have heard that didn't make me want to throw myself over the dining table in agony. I remember my sister being completely startled and my mother in hysterics.
My mother and father are the best parents any child could ask for. Of course there were problems due to age misunderstandings and embarrassment issues when Dane's or my friend came over. No matter what, they loved my parents. Of course, who wouldn't? My mom being the best cook helps the situation too.
I can't help but remember the multitude of times that we all had so much fun together as I watch the dining table around me. Living at home was a blast, but alas we grew up much to our parents protests (and our too – but one should never tell them that!)
Everyone sitting round the table laughs at yet another one of Mr. Greyson - Thorne's dad's - jokes. The air is fresh and the atmosphere is a big cocoon of love and warmth.
On the long table, Alexander sits on the head of the table, Thorne and I flank him. Beside me sits Merida with a little boy on her lap and opposite her Evelyn. Mr and Mrs Greyson sit at the end of the table opposite each other.
Evelyn heartily joined the rest of the crew as soon as she was aboard the dining room. She (and I) are nobly being dotted on by Mrs. Greyson and she couldn't be happier about giving all the extra attention.
Among the lot of us, Alexander is talking to Thorne in low hushed voices, Evelyn and Mr Greyson seems to be having the time of their lives considering their frequent howls of laughter, and Mrs Greyson, Merida and I make small talk. It's nice as much as it is comfortable.
I miss my family in times like this, and a pang of the home-sickness arrow hits me swiftly with its razor sharp tip. I should probably make a call back home soon.
Mr Greyson seems to be a jolly fun person by the wrinkles on his smiling face contradicting his large (and I mean really large) frame and brute strength. His dearest wife (his words not mine), Mrs Greyson seems to be his equal through her similar humor and tenderness.
