Apollo was in his own little world, mainly thinking about his daughter. She was so young, but she had been through so much. He could see it in her eyes. Coming from a poor and unstable home, he could tell when people had been through a lot. He glanced over when he heard his wife, and he chuckled a little. "I don't know. I think it would be nice to have Maya with us for the rest of our lives. Her and maybe a few cats," he joked, and he started to sing along to the tune, dancing and holding her close. "Although, I will admit, I do enjoy scaring those boys that like you," he laughed, and he closed his eyes for a moment, letting his feet do the work. With his daughter, he didn't have to work to please her. She somehow managed to live him no matter what.
Apollo couldn't help but laugh. "I don't see why you think I'm such a horrible cook. I thought I was pretty great," he said with a laugh before rolling his eyes. He leaned back in his seat. "But seriously, let's host thanksgiving. We can watch Star Wars instead of the parade. Your brother and I will just have a grand time," he said, and he paused a moment. He wanted to make her happy and get along with her family. He was going to propose after all. He needed to make an impression. He needed them to know that he would and could take care of her. He could be responsible. He was a business man.
Apollo couldn't help but laugh. "I don't see why you think I'm such a horrible cook. I thought I was pretty great," he said with a laugh before rolling his eyes. He leaned back in his seat. "But seriously, let's host thanksgiving. We can watch Star Wars instead of the parade. Your brother and I will just have a grand time," he said, and he paused a moment. He wanted to make her happy and get along with her family. He was going to propose after all. He needed to make an impression. He needed them to know that he would and could take care of her. He could be responsible. He was a business man.