Heading into the dinner room, he sat down and started to fill his plate as the kids went ahead and dug in. As he watched them, he wondered if they were even chewing and tasting the food or just swallowing it because they were so starved. ”I spend as much time as I can with them.” At least he did now. He was doing his best to make up for the missed time. Woodrow didn’t want his kid’s artwork to always have him at work while they were off having fun anymore that had been upsetting to see.
His eyes flicked to his boss and quickly to his children who were truly enjoying the meal in front of them. It wasn’t going to be long before they would be asking for seconds at this rate. ”They are good.” They were the best kids he could ask for. ”Sir, I don’t mean to step out of line, but you can make up with yours.” Woody treaded carefully, not wanting to upset Silas, but he felt it needed to be said. ”I’m sure they would like to have their old man around.” For a moment, he locked eyes with him then turned towards the food and grabbed the plate full of turkey offering it to Silas so he could pick his piece.