Ten Years Later
Catherine and Jim Brass stood, looking through the window and the most amazing thing. Catherine began to giggle as Jim wrapped his arm around her, his own expression one of awe. "So what so you think?" he asked softly.
"He looks a lot like you," she chuckled.
"Oh, you mean because he's follicularly challenged?" Jim shot back.
"Well….yeah," she snickered as she gazed lovingly at her husband.
"Well, hopefully he'll outgrow it. I wouldn't want the poor kid to have any of my traits," he said lightly.
"I do," Catherine said emphatically. "I want him to have all of your character traits…and your sense of humor." Jim smiled. "Thank you."
"For what?" she asked. "I'm just telling you what I feel."
"For making me feel like he really is my grandkid."
"But…he is. Remember, Lindsey said it, not me. She said even if he's not yours by blood, you had everything to do with her finding his daddy and with his arrival in this world."
"Well, all I did was see a guy who was perfect for her and make sure the connection happened, even if she couldn't see it at first. And as for junior there, it was a 911 call." He shrugged as if it had been simple.
"Yeah, A 911 and a ride in the car when they didn't come and a you being the only calm one in the car getting in the backseat with her and coaching her all the way here."
"Yeah, well…too many deliveries in the backseat of a patrol car," he said, brushing off any attempt at her praise.
"Well, it earned you the Grandpa title, along with having a namesake."
"Yeah," he grinned. "I'm kind of proud of that part."
Catherine turned to the window and gazed at her grandson. "James Samuel Williams…it's a good name, a strong one."
"Yeah," Jim said. "Jimmy Williams. I can see it now, his name on the Stanley Cup. With his mother's brains and courage and his dad's build and athletic ability, he's a shoe in."
Catherine chuckled. "And who's going to teach him? His father is a fantastic baseball player but couldn't skate two feet."
A wicked grin crossed Jim's face. "I can still skate. I still have a little of the juice left in me."
Catherine's eyes widened. "Careful what you say mister. I might just make you prove it."
"Anytime baby…anytime," he said huskily.
Catherine smiled and turned her attention back to the baby on the other side of the window. "He's so beautiful," she said adoringly.
Jim looked at the baby and then at her. "Not as beautiful as his grandmother," he replied earnestly.
Catherine looked at him with the same adoring look. "Charmer," she accused teasingly.
"Hey, it's the truth. What can I say, I'm crazy about you." His eyes were dancing with glee.
Putting her hand on his cheek, Catherine kissed him tenderly. "And I love you," she said as her lips hovered over his. Jim smiled. "Let's go tell Lindsey about her son's future," he said eagerly as he grabbed her hand. "I have big plans…"
Catherine chuckled to herself as they walked hand in hand down the hall. She could see that Jim was taking this grandparent role seriously. And he was certainly a proud one, having already passed out cigars to everyone he knew, it seemed.
Later, as they cuddled together in their bedroom in the large house that had been built with a little Brass in mind, she couldn't help thinking about the baby they had lost. What kind of father would he have been to that baby, she wondered although she already knew the answer. Then thinking of his antics at the hospital with little Jimmy, she knew. Crazy, she thought as she burrowed into him more. He's so crazy when it comes to the people he loves…
And there you have it. Hope you enjoyed!