Katherine Flynn holds her arms up, allowing the seamstress to make the ucks to her navy blue dress, "Why do I have to wear a dress, but Mac doesn't? It isn't fair."

Sharon Flynn sits near her, legs folded at the knee, "I'm wearing a dress in the wedding too." She knows her daughter's intelligent, casual style would not mesh with being in a grand wedding. "It will be navy like your's and Eve's."

The five-year-old tilts her head to the side, thinking for a moment. "So we will all match?"

He mother nods slowly, "I'll even let you wear a pair of shorts underneath if you stop complaining so much."

"I can do that." Kate glances to the seamstress, "Do you like to do this?"

The seamstress smirks up to her face, a portly woman, much older than Sharon, "I've done this for a very long time. I even built your mother's first gown."

"High school, wasn't it?" Sharon begins to smirk, "Prom...a very long time ago."

"Very long indeed."

Kate watches the women interact. "What dress are you wearing, Mommy? Is it the same one?"

"Well," Sharon tilts her head to the side, "It's the same color and a similar style."She attempts to demonstrate with her hands, "I have a picture at home.I'm just waiting for it to arrive so that Henrietta can hem it and take it in, just making it so that it fits me perfectly."

The young girl nods, "Henrietta, is that what you're doing for me now?"

"Yes, it is, sweet Kate."Henrietta pins another side,"and you are doing a fantastic job."

"Yes, thank you, Henrietta." Sharon nods to the woman. "Has Eve been in to speak with you about her wedding dress yet?"Sharon raises an eyebrow, "She is engaged...said she wants something sooner rather than later."

"Oh?" Henrietta glances toward the other woman, waving her eyebrows as if to imply something.

"I think so, but I'm waiting for her to tell me about it before I put the possibility into the universe." The brunette uses her hands as she speaks, "I'm happy for all of my children. They're all slowly figuring their lives out."

"I'm going to be an astronaut." Kate offers.

"Last week it was a Native American princess. When I explained that one, we aren't Native American and two, ...Native Americans have tribe leaders and not a monarchy."Sharon explains, smirking, "that's what I get for letting her watch Pocahontas."

"I can paint with all the colors of the wind." Kate tells the old woman honestly, firming believing in what she says.

Henrietta gives a hearty chuckle, "You two are a riot."

"I need you, for only a few moments, to like me a little bit." Sharon peered into the crib to her infant daughter, who just squirmed. She licked her lips, "Rusty is having a night to himself at a friend's house and...I'm going to need you to just...let me do my job as your mother and feed you." Sharon attempted to reason with the infant, "Also, if you'll have me, cuddle you a bit."

Andy stood in the doorway, arms folded, amused. "Sharon, it's a baby. She loves you. Just pick her up, would you?"

Mac stands in the mirror on the pedestal, letting the tailor do his job. Her pure white suit, somehow bringing out her chocolate brown eyes. Short hair colored black, perfectly coiffed in a flap, "Do you like this one, Dad?"

Andy watches her, nodding slowly, "You look amazing, baby." He attempts to keep himself from getting emotional, "I still can't believe you're getting married. My little girl...married."

Mac chuckles to herself, "It's a long time coming."

"I know it." He quickly brings his hand up to his cheek to wipe a stray tear, hoping his daughter does not see him. He's always been in touch with his emotions when it came to his children and his wife.

She rolls her eyes, "Dad, if you cry, I'm going to cry." The young woman warns, "Robin is...perfect. I can't wait to see her in her gown, or hold her hand as we stand at the altar, surrounding by our family and friends." She appears to be glowing with pride, "Mom said Kate keeps trying to talk her into letting her wear a tux."

Andy nods, "With you and Rusty wearing them, of course she wants to do the same. All the women are going to look beautiful. All the men, handsome...especially me. I'll try not to upstage you."

Mac giggles, "Uncle Louie already said that he would."

"He'll try. Not going to do as well as me though." The two laugh more, only to get a reprimanded look from the tailor. "Sorry."

"It's okay." The young man glances up at her, "You know, if your sister wants to wear a tux, I have some nice ones to choose from."

Mac pauses, "Anything in navy?" She'd give her sister whatever she wanted within reason. Noticing her father giving her a look, she continues, "Robin is changing into a shorter dress at the reception. No reason Katie can't change too."

"You spoil her." Andy smirks, amused.

"Like you don't."

The tailor smiles a little, "I'll see what I can do. Just need to get her measured though."

Mac nods, "I can bring her by in a couple days, whenever you get me the approval." She waives her eyebrows playfully, knowing the man from when she was in high school.

Andy rolls his eyes a bit, "Sharon has been attempting to convince her about it. All that hard work undone." He teases, "Even your grandparents are coming. You know that? Sharon's parents, I mean. Obviously."

"Gram is able to?" The woman had been progressively deteriorating with each passing day. Mostly confined to her wheelchair at this point.

"She said she wouldn't miss it for the world. Actually got pretty pissed when Sharon asked her about it. I think she said your grandmother went silent on her."

Mac raises an eyebrow, "Gram going silent sounds pretty terrifying."

Sharon bit her lip, all of eleven, seated at the otherwise empty dinner table within her parents' moderately sized home. She knew she was in trouble. However, her punishment was what she was worried about.

Evelyn paced, her arms folded. She says absolutely nothing, but the look on her face speaks volumes.

"I'm starting to get really tired, could I just-" The young girl tried, instantly quieting when she saw the look on her mother's face, "You know, nevermind."

John sighed from his seat at the head of the table, "Sharon, you know why you're here, don't you?" He tilted his head to the side, "Usually when your mother looks like that, you don't really need to ask if she's angry."

"I was supposed to come in when the streetlights came on, but I didn't." The young girl explained.

"Why didn't you?"

"Mrs. Smithville asked if I'd like to eat dinner with them. I called to ask, but the line was busy. I think Kathleen was probably-"

John shook his head, "She's at work. I didn't ask about your sister. I didn't ask about any of your siblings. I asked about you."

Sharon sighed heavily, "I tried to call. You can ask Janice Smithville and her mother."

He shook his head again slowly, "We have rules in this house for a reason, Sharon Rooney. I expect you to follow the rules put in place by your mother and I because we believe them to be fair and able to be followed by all of our children. Would you agree with that statement?"

The young girl was growing worried with each passing moment. She nodded slowly, "Yes, Sir."

"Good." John leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, "So, my sweet...responsible daughter, what do you suppose your punishment should be?"

Sharon wasn't expecting him to leave it up to her seeing as he didn't usually. "To be honest, Sir, Mrs. Smithville, though I'm thankful she asked me to join her family for dinner, is not a very good cook. I anticipate that I might become sick tonight and, hopefully, may be considered as punishment enough for my actions."

He paused, knowing his pacing wife was going to be angry. "Being that this is your first offense and that you'll probably never eat at Janice Smithville's house ever again, i think letting you off with a warning should be good enough." He heard his wife angrily storm off and attempted to keep a chuckle from escaping his lips.

"I didn't mean to make mother so angry."

"I know. She's not even angry with you, really. She was worried that something happened to you, Sharon." John stood from his seat, "Being worried is what being a parent is all about."

Eve leans in, capturing the lips of her partner, "You okay? Want me to make you a bloody mary?" The young woman gently strokes his hair as they lie in bed.

Julio groans, his hand resting on her abdomen. The revelation that they were expecting their second child causing him to want to celebrate over dinner the night before, "I don't even like wine."

"Well ,tell that to the bottle of pinot noir you consumed in its entirety." She sighs softly, "Even after I told you not to order wine because I wouldn't be having any."

"I know." He sighs, holding onto her more, "Our parents probably know something is going on since you moved up the date of the wedding."

"Well, it's still after Mac's."

Julio shrugs, "Whatever you want. It's your first wedding...and your last wedding."

"Better be." Eve grins, playfully hitting his arm, "Ya jerk." She laces her fingers between his, "We need to be careful what we say around Freya since she's talking more and more."

He nods, "Her speech therapy has been going really well." He brings her hand to his lips, softly kissing the knuckles. "And now we'll have another for this family. My mother is happy about us finally marrying...that's enough for her."

Eve sighs slowly, a smile painting her face, "I've been thinking about that actually."

"Yeah?"

"Why don't we run away and do something small? Like Mom and Andy did after Kate was born?" She turns to her side to face him more, "I know I said I originally wanted something larger, but let's go away instead. Come back and we'll have a party or something." She leans forward, softly pecking his lips, "How does that sound?"

"You aren't just saying that because my mom has been sick, are you?" Julio wraps an arm around his partner's waist, "I don't want you to feel like I'm pushing you into anything. That's the last thing I'd want you to feel."

"It's what I want. I want your mom to see Freya in a dress, but I know it means more to her for us to be a legal family. All that Catholic guilt weighing down on her." Eve smirks, "Luck for me, my mother just got over it."

"Good because your fairy Godfather Provenza hasn't." He continues to gently rub her nearly nonexistent bump containing the addition to their family, "Hounds me every single day about treating you right."

"Fairy Godfather." She giggles softly, "He's right though." She smirks a little, "We should think about a bigger place too. Start looking for one at least."

"The kids can share a room here. I shared one with my siblings when we were kids. Builds character." Julio attempts, only to receive a look from the woman next to him, "But we can start looking at places, sure."

"Maybe a house?" Eve raises her eyebrows, "Maybe a space so that I can have an office at home? Maybe a space for you to watch whatever sports game you want with a giant television hangin on the wall and an overstuffed recliner? How does that sound?"

"You know the way to my heart."

Rusty sat on the full sized bed in his room, attempting to change his own bandages. He stopped moving, the action having caused him too much pain. He winced, a tear trickling from his eye. He tried again, groaning loudly in pain.

Sharon heard him, pushing his door open. She saw the young man crying on his bed. "Sweetheart, I told you that I would help you with that." She rushed to his side.

He shook his head, "I can do it. I need to do it. I can't always depend on you."

She sighed, "You've only been home two days from the hospital." Taking him into her arms in an embrace, she pressed a kiss onto his forehead, "It's okay to rely on your mother once in a while. It's okay to ask me for help...and it's okay to accept my help when I offer it to you. Understand?"

Rusty met her eye, "I rely on you too much."

"You don't." Sharon chuckled a little to herself, "Ask Eve about how I helped her bathe after her...attack. Ask Chad about helping him through a bad hangover...him throwing up every few minutes. Thought we would have to go to the hospital for that one." She shook her head, "I'm your mother, Rusty. You can always ask me for whatever you need...and sometimes you don't need to ask me. I'll just do it anyway."

He licked his lips, "Same goes for you. You're my Mom and you mean a lot to me. I swear I won't put you into a home in a few years." He leaned gently against the woman, feeling her slowly bandaging his wound, "At least not a bad one. I'll keep Eve and Chad from doing it too."

"Thank you, Sweetheart." She grinned, amused by her son's sense of humor, "Kate will override all of you, you know. Besides, none of you can put me anywhere until she's eighteen and that isn't for another thirteen years. So...there's that."

"Five going on twenty-five." Rusty grins broadly, wincing, "Am I allowed to have some medicine?"

"Let me secure this and I'll go and get that for you." Sharon pressed another kiss against his head, "Go ahead and lie down. What would you like for dinner? Chinese?"

"My usual." He watched as she left through the doorway. Slowly moving back against the headboard of the bed, he wondered just how he got so lucky to have a mother like Sharon Flynn.