Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 430

Ike was the quickest to react, nimbly sliding off the couch and scurrying to the door, exclaiming, "Uncle...no, thanks, sir!"

It was the delivery I had ordered.

I went over, took the delivery, closed the door again, and patted Ike's little head. "Missing Uncle?"

"Ah... no."

Ike shook his head. "Not missing Uncle, just want to be with you. Jane, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Only if your uncle agrees."

I took his hand and headed to the dining room, looking over at Mark. "Hey, I ordered from this local diner in Vista Town. You've gotta try it."

"Sure."

Mark wasn't picky; he'd eat anything.

He came over, intending to sit next to me, but Ike climbed onto the chair behind him, gently tapping his waist. "Sir, can you sit across? I wanna sit next to Jane."

Mark looked down at him and pinched his cheek. "Alright."

Dinner was a relaxed affair with five dishes and a soup.

Ike was well-behaved, handling his own bowl and spoon with ease.

Whenever he needed help serving food, he'd call me.

"Jane, what about my uncle's dinner?"

Suddenly, Ike remembered something mid-meal, his big eyes filled with concern looking at me. "Uncle must be so sad, he can't cook by himself..."

"He can order delivery too."

I chuckled, trying to steer the conversation. "Besides, we have a guest, and guests come first, right?"

"Right, Uncle's family!"

Ike beamed, waving his little spoon. "We don't have to worry about him!"

Mark seemed momentarily taken aback. "You and Gregory are... together?"

"No."

I smiled, explaining, "He just lives in the same building."

Mark nodded thoughtfully, then smiled. "Looks like he's got the upper hand being so close."

"Hey,"

I started to say something when the doorbell rang again.

Ike wiggled, eager to open the door, but I held him back. "You keep eating, I'll get it."

It must be Gregory coming to pick up Ike.

I went to the door and, sure enough, was met with a pair of slightly annoyed and scrutinizing hazel eyes.

Gregory leaned back in his wheelchair, looking up at me. "Push me in."

"You can control it yourself..."

His wheelchair was electric.

Gregory yawned and said nonchalantly, "I twisted my hand; it hurts a bit."

"Alright."