A/N: First fanfiction in this fandom, more then likely won't be the last. Enjoy!

Henry Udall was born August 17, 1908 in Los Angeles, California, and was the fifth child to his parents Owen Udall and Alice nee Bose. Before him were his siblings Allie, Russell, Stella, and Clarence. It was nearing his fifth birthday when his younger brother, and last of the Udall children, was born.

On February 15, 1913 Benjamin Udall was born into the world, and Alice Udall nee Bose left it.

It was remarkable, and a testament to their upbringing, that none of the Udall children hated their youngest brother. It was his birth that ultimately lead to their mother's death, after all, and yet little Benjamin was adored by his family. Most of all by Henry.

Young Henry, when he first held his baby brother, several days after his mother passed, couldn't help the childish giggle that escaped him.

It was the first sound of happiness he released since Benjamin's birth, and it helped lift the hearts of his family at the sound, if only just a little.

Henry was gently holding the infant in his lap, under the watchful eyes of his family, when he carefully grabbed the sleeping babe's hand and played with his tiny fingers.

"Look it, papa, look!" The child laughed, "He's so…. so…." another short giggle, "bendy!"

Owen hoarsely chuckled, some tears escaped his eyes and fell into his beard, "He is quite a bendy fellow, ain't he? But be carefully, sonny, don't want to be breakin' no bones, do we?"

Henry looked utterly horrified as he quickly let go of his brother's hand while his elder siblings smiled sadly or laughed quietly, "No, sir!"

He looked down at his still sleeping brother, now unsure if he should even be holding the bendy, and apparently easily breakable, little thing. He bit his lip in indecision. He didn't quite want to give up his new brother yet, but he certainly didn't want to accidentally break him either!

"Here," Clarence huffed with amusement, "it's my turn now." The older boy of twelve scooped up Benjamin from Henry's lap, easily resolving his younger brother's dilemma, who slumped in his relief.

The boy stood from where he sat and wandered over to his father as his brother's and sister's gathered around the newest addition. Wordlessly the Udall patriarch picked up his child, sat him upon his knees, and just held him as he tried his hardest to not cry.

Oh, how he missed his darling angel Alice? How was he going to do this alone? How was he going to be a good father and a good provider for his family?

Seemingly sensing his father's inner turmoil Henry patted the arms that held him and leaned back into the embrace.

"It's gonna be okay, papa. We just gotta press on, like mama always says."

Owen clenched his eyes shut and hid his face in his son's hair, "Yeah," he breathed out shakily, trying so hard not to break down in front of his family, "you're right, Henry, there really is only one thing to do now, huh?"

The older man took a deep breath and looked up at his children, the girls and Clarence were enthralled with the baby but Russell was staring directly at him. The young man's eyes glistened with unshed tears that did nothing to negate the brewing determination and willingness to do whatever he had to in order to help his father.

Own took another breath and gave his eldest a small smile that said 'we-can-do-this' and 'everything-is-going-to-be-okaywecanmakeitthroughthis.'

"We just gotta press on."

Hard times would follow the Udall family for a the following months, but Owen Udall would always do his best for his children. After all that's what his "Angel" would of wanted, for him, for them, to press on.

To keep moving forward.

A/N: Make sure to tell me if you liked it or hated it, or if you see any mistake of some kind. I try to fix mistakes as soon as they are pointed out.