Lucille's eyes lit up.
"Move in with us? How?" She asked.
"I could marry your mother and be your father. Not like John, of course, but as your stepfather. I think it would help your mother, and I'd sure like to be here for you and little Mathew. But only if you want me, honey. Otherwise, I won't even talk to Maryanne about it."
Lucille smiled at him.
"That's why you brought the flowers, isn't it? Do you think she'll really do it? Is there a chance?" She inquired, biting her lips worriedly.
"I think I can persuade her. The only time you get a break around here is when I have you on our training course. You're getting to be quite a marksman, too." Tyler replied.
"Marks person, Uncle Tyler," Lucille corrected with a sudden teasing grin.
"And the other night in karate class I kicked Don's butt."
