This story is in response to an amazing idea by Lauren Grant. Thanks so much for the idea!!

Just fyi, for the story's sake we're gonna pretend that Sig only had one child. : )

And I'm going to throw Jack back in here, just cause I think her character ads a little more fun/romance type stuff to the story.

Thanks for reading!! I hope you like it!!

"But mom!"

"No, we've had this discussion before," said the blonde woman as she turned the eggs over on the stove, "You're not going!"

The boy rolled his eyes in exasperation and sunk into a chair beside the kitchen table.

"Dad would want me to go," he murmured under his breath.

The woman whirled around and glared at her son.

"Do NOT bring this up when he gets home, Griffin," she said firmly, "He's going to be tired and he's not going to want to put up with this. You know how he is after they go cod fishing."

"Dad started doing it when he was twelve!" insisted Griffin, brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes, "Mom, I'm eighteen! I can do this, I know I can."

The woman dropped the spatula and looked up at the ceiling, trying to scrounge up any last scrap of patience she could find. The thought of her only son heading out into the middle of the Bering Sea terrified her and she was not sure she could handle it.

Just then, the front door opened and Griffin jumped up when he saw his dad walk inside the house.

"Dad!" he exclaimed as he walked over to great him.

"Hey son!" said Sig with a big smile.

No matter how long or short a period of time was that he was gone from home, it always felt amazing to be back.

"Hey, Baylee," he said as he walked over and gave his wife a hug and a kiss, "How are you sweetheart?"

"Better now that you're home," she said with a loving look in her eyes, "So, how was your trip?"

Sig sighed and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. Baylee noticed the look in his eyes.

"Oh no," she murmured, "What happened?"

"Well," began Sig, "Nick retired. He said he needed to go home and spend time with his family. He wasn't getting any younger either I suppose. But he was a good deckhand…I'm not sure if I'd be able to find someone else to replace him, you know?"

Griffin's eyes brightened at the sound of that. Baylee shot her son a warning look. She knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Hey dad…"

"Griffin!" snapped Baylee.

Sig gave his wife a confused and surprised look.

"Honey, what's going on?"

"Dad I want to join the crew!" exclaimed Griffin, before Baylee could interrupt again, "I can do it, I know I can!"

Sig felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Now he knew why Baylee was so upset. Their only son wanted the most dangerous job in the world. Needless to say, her worry was more than understandable.

"But I don't want you to," said Baylee with deep worry and fear for her son reflected in her eyes, "It's too dangerous!"

"Dad does it all the time," argued Griffin, his blonde eyes flashing with defiance, "He's done if for years and nothing's every happened to him!"

Sig knocked on the wooden table, making Griffin smile in amusement. Sig was always very superstitious.

"And what would I do if something did happen?" argued Baylee, "Then I would lose you both! How would that make me feel? I'd be alone dealing with the death of the two men I love more than anything in this world!"

Griffin fell silent at that. How could he argue with that kind of reasoning? Perhaps he was being selfish in not thinking of his mother. Even if nothing did happen, whenever they went out to sea she would be here in the house alone.

A sudden idea struck him.

"You're a good cook."

Baylee raised an eyebrow at that.

"And what does that have to do with anything?"

"And you're good at fixing cuts and injuries and stuff like that," said Griffin, beginning to talk faster and more urgently.

Baylee saw where this was going.

"Oh no, no I don't think so," she said taking a couple steps back, "No way, don't even go there mister! No way."

"But mom, think about it!" insisted Griffin, "You could be the Northwestern Crew Mom! You'd take care of us when we're sick or hurt and you could cook for us! And you could hang out with dad up in the wheelhouse while we work on deck!"

Sig's eyebrows shot up at that. He loved his wife dearly, but the thought of her being in the wheelhouse all the time…

Baylee opened her mouth to argue, but hesitated. She sighed, put her hands on her hips, and glared down at her son.

"And if I did say yes to this, you'd be careful out there right?"

Griffin's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Yeah! Definitely!"

Baylee sighed and nodded.

"Fine…but I'm not going out in that weather! I'm staying in the boat…"

Baylee was interrupted when her son leapt out of his chair and gave her a big bear hug. She laughed as she nearly fell over, while Sig sat at the table, eyes still wide with shock.

"Wait…what just happened?" he asked.

Griffin and Baylee laughed.

"I think you just gained two more crew members," said Baylee as she kissed Sig on the cheek, "That is okay, isn't it honey?"

Sig looked up at his wife and wondered for a second if this was a good idea. Then again, with Baylee, he really did not have any other choice. She was a feisty one and would fight for what she wanted…and she always won.

"I, um…I guess so."

Griffin leapt up and pumped his fist into the air.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, "I'm gonna be a crab fishermen in the Bering Sea!"

Baylee looked rather nervous, but a glimmer of excitement shone in her eyes. Being able to be with both her son and husband all the time made her happy. She and Sig never had much time together because he was always out fishing. This may be the perfect way to get to know one another again.

While Baylee and Griffin went down the hall toward the living room, chatting excitedly, Sig still sat at the table, wondering what in the world he had just gotten himself into…

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