@miraleroux
Friday nights in the James house were usually fun ones. Deacon often took the kids out to dinner instead of cooking something at home or ordered a pizza in. They’d find something to do if there wasn’t a football game, catching a movie or playing at the park, something fun for all three members of the family. Tonight’s game plan was dinner at Cheesy Does It and a movie after. It was the only night of the week he let the kids stay up late. As soon as he’d gotten off work, he ran by his mom’s house to get the kids, changing from his uniform into something a little more casual: a button down over a t-shirt and some jeans.
Settling into the booth at Cheesy Does It, he leaned forward and smiled at the two six-year-olds across from him. “You two thinkin’ the usual?” he asked, eyeing them. They looked at each other and nodded, a smile on all three faces. Deacon looked up when the waitress approached the table, smiling at the familiar face. “Well, hey, Mira! Haven’t seen you in a little while. How ya doin’?”
