*~*Talia's POV*~*
I heard the sound of the elevator, and I knew that it was Dad and Reagan coming home. They had apparently been at the office, taking care of a few things this morning. Some important meetings were scheduled, and Mom had opted not to tell them that I was here. She wanted to surprise them.
As soon as the doors to the elevator opened here in the living room, I heard the two of them talking.
"It went well, but I still think that Doyle is being difficult." Reagan said.
"He's always difficult." Dad agreed.
"He's a stubborn-." Reagan trailed off. "Talia?"
"What?" Dad said, then he smelled me as well. "Talia."
At the same time, the two of them looked over and spotted me. Together, they smiled nearly identical smiles. Then, their footsteps thundered across the room and straight to me. Dad was a little faster than Reagan, so he reached me first.
