The Altruistic Kind

Chapter Three

Samantha and Joe Bullock took me in after I moved to Ferris Bay when I was 17. Their little cottage was a bluey/green colour with white wooden accents framing the doors and windows.

The two story home was adorable to say the least.

I was currently in their living room watching TV with Joe.

The Bullocks all treated me as if I was family, which always meant a lot to me because I never had one.

"Mr Incredible is clearly the most powerful of them all, it's obvious, his name is literally incredible."

I raised my eyebrows.

"How? His wife's powers are so much more valuable, she kicks ass, and his name is Robert Parr, if you're being technical." I retorted.

The incredible was our all time favourite movie to watch, it was something we could all bond over.

Mr Bullock was a teddy bear of a man, 50 years of age, however he acted much younger.

Any stranger he would have come across would one hundred percent think he's much younger.

Both of Keva's parents had miracle DNA.

Neither of them looked a day over 35.

And yes, Keva was of course blessed with these genes as well.

Sam and Keva looked nearly identical, the only difference between the two was Sam's mature features.

"You my dear, are delusional if you think Elastagirl is better than the Mr Incredible."

"You. Are. Ridiculous." I playfully said.

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to you speak badly about my hero," he sulked.

I couldn't help myself.

I erupted into laughter, tear spilling laughter.

"Is my husband fangirling about Mr Incredible again?" Sam walked into the room holding her fresh homemade pizza.

Yum.

My mouth started watering.

I reached over Joe to grab a slice of heaven, when I had my hand slapped away.

Confused, I looked over to Joe who had his eyebrows raised.

"No pizza until you say 'Mr Incredible is the best hero in the Incredible family. Including Frozone.'"

No way in hell.

My eyes drifted over the room to Sam, who was hiding her laughter.

Puppy eyes always work on her... may as well give it a shot. She can easily break him.

"Joe, honey can you give me a hand bringing out the rest of the food, my shoulders are quite sore." Oh how clever.

He looked at her in concern, grabbing the pizza she was holding and putting it on the table, placing his hands on her shoulders massaging her.

She looked over at me, winked, and walked into the kitchen with him holding onto her protectively.

20 years together and they still had infinite love for each other.

I happily leaned over to grab the tray of pizza and started munching on two slices.

Their footsteps slowly got closer to the lounge room, and I could hear them mumbling to each other.

"You sure you're okay? I'll give you a massage after dinner, for now just relax." He may be playful and immature but he's always been such a gentleman.