Snippet #2764591

Isiah nodded at his mother's question. "Yes I slept quite well. Had a good conversation with Ethan before I knocked out. He says they're having a great time - just landed in a new city to explore." he said, tilting his head slightly. One couldn't deny it was a little unnerving talking to someone who didn't look directly at you, but Miray and James had quickly learned to deal with it as Isiah grew and matured, and began to talk more. He had learned the nonverbal communication first - the grunts and growls and other bestial noises that normally made no sense to anyone else. When he started speaking English, he learned quickly. He and Ethan both were extremely smart boys, and made their parents proud each day.

"How about you, Ma? Sleep good?" he asked, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back into the seat. James and Miray's master bedroom was at the very end of the hall upstairs, and was huge, with a king sized bed, spacious walk in closets for both of them, a luxurious bathroom with a full bath and walk-in shower. It was beautiful, and James built it all himself, with the help of some old friends who were contractors of course. All of it for them. For her. Isiah was almost sad he couldn't seat it. Regardless, he remembered how comfortable the bed James and Miray shared, having slept in it during his young child hood to soothe bad dreams and the like. The smell of the bacon having been cooked just right wafted through the room, as well as the sound of James chuckling to himself in pride.