Jones laughed and nodded. "You worry to much, Ma... He's probably upstairs with dad, or in his room reading." He said, smiling at the conversation between his mom and small cousin. He saw Priscilla cussing out Uncle Ralph. He smiled a bit. She fit in to the family perfectly. He walked up behind her, talking into her ear. "I'm gonna get my dad and brother. I'll be right back." He said with another peck on her cheek. He walked out into the hallway and towards the stairs. He loosened his tie, and rolled up his sleeves. It felt good being home. He wanted a good night sleep with his woman right next to him, and waking up to his mother yelling to wake up for breakfast... but something told him that his job won't let him wake up just when he wanted. He made it upstairs, knocking on Matteo's door. "Brother! Dinner time! Ma's gonna kill you if you're a second later!" He called out. Although Matt was sick and quieter than most of the family, Jones loved him to death. Especially since he was his only brother. They did everything together as kids when he wasn't with his dad.

He then walked down the hall some more, to a large heavy wood door. He wasn't sure if his father was in here, but Mom's orders were sometimes more important than his. "Hey, Pop. Ma's getting mad. Time to eat!" He tapped on the door, then walking back downstairs. "They should be out soon." He announced to the family, taking his seat next to Priscilla.