Notes: Thanks for the reviews - I'm glad you guys enjoyed the last chapter, this one picks up a couple hours later.

"I hadn't talked to her since Ricky was born. She was upset with me for getting divorced," Sharon says as she lays in bed with Andy in the morning. The house was still quiet so she could tell that her parents nor Emily had gotten up yet, "And I always suspected that Mom told her about Emily and Ricky, but she'd never say anything about it. She still sent cards to all three of us on most holidays. She even sent a few things with my mom for Christmas. But the other day was the first time we talked in a while…"

"Why was she mad at you for getting divorced?" Andy asks as he looks over at Sharon.

"People in my family don't get divorced," Sharon shrugs, "They deal with it. Of course she also frowned upon me going to college and joining the LAPD so…I was already a bit of a black sheep."

"So old school," Andy summarizes.

"Yeah," Sharon nods. Ricky yawns and stretches out from his position on Andy's chest, his eyes slowly blinking open. He smiles sleepily as he looks over at his mother before jumping as Andy clears his throat. He pushes himself up and grins as he finally sees Andy.

"Baba!"

"Morning, buddy," Andy smiles, patting his diapered bottom gently, "You know you have a pretty good deal here. Sleeping next to such a beautiful lady."

"My parents don't really have any baby stuff. I wasn't going to make them go buy a playpen when he's fine sleeping in bed with me," Sharon says as she reaches out and smoothes Ricky's hair down. She hears the floor outside her room creak as feet go walking by, "That's my parents."

"Should we go join them?" Andy suggests. Sharon sighs and nods, slipping out of bed before putting on her robe. She reaches down and takes Ricky from Andy, pressing a kiss to his cheek before grabbing his diaper bag to change him.

Andy gets out of bed and grabs his pants from the day before, pulling them back on before running his hand through his hair. He takes the dirty diaper from Sharon and tosses it in the trash before picking Ricky up off the bed, "Ah, your grandma - Mom's mom or..."

"Yeah, my mom's mom," Sharon nods with a small, sad smile. The three of them make their way downstairs to the kitchen, finding Emily and Bill sitting at the table and Mary busied at the counter making coffee.

"Daddy!" Emily says as she looks up and spots Andy. She climbs down from her chair and runs over, wrapping her arms around his leg.

"Hey monkey," Andy says, ruffling her hair with a smile.

"Andy, I didn't know you were coming," Mary says as she sets a mug for Bill on the table before taking a seat herself.

"Last minute change of plans," Andy says as he sets Ricky down on the ground, steadying him before letting him toddle around, "I didn't get in until late last night."

"Sharon, you should have told me I could have made up the guest room," Mary reprimands her daughter as she fills two coffee cups.

"I didn't know," Sharon says, exasperated, as she hands one of the cups to Andy, "I told you he said that he couldn't get the time off at the beginning of the week, and someone decided to play hooky. Also, I'm in my thirties and we have two kids together, I think we can preclude any pretense that we don't sleep in the same bed together."

"I have a cough," Andy says, letting out a pathetic cough. Sharon narrows her eyes at him and shakes her head before a smile slips over her lips. Sharon takes a seat next to her father and pulls Emily into her lap as she grabs the front page of the paper. Andy grabs Ricky before he can wander out of the kitchen, turning him around, "When I talked to Shar last night it seemed like I might be of better use here than LA right now."

"Well thank you for coming, Andy," Mary says after shooting her daughter a look. Sharon sticks her tongue out after she looks away.

"It's not a problem at all," Andy assures her as he puts his hand on Sharon's shoulder, "And I'm very sorry for your loss. It's never easy to lose a parent."

"Are both of your parents still around?" Mary inquires.

"My mom is," Andy says, "My dad passed away in my early twenties. Had a massive heart attack at 55."

"That's awful," Sharon says. They had talked a lot about Andy's family as he grew up, but not much about the recent state of affairs. She knew he didn't get to go home a lot, and they rarely came to visit.

"It was rough," Andy agrees as he takes a seat at the table, grabbing Ricky by his shirt before lifting him to sit in his lap.

It was later in the morning by the time they all started to get ready to go to the church. Andy was taking a shower in the bathroom across the hall from Sharon's room, shaving and dressing in his pants and undershirt before heading back to the bedroom to grab the rest of his clothes. He pauses outside the room as he hears Sharon talking to her mother.

"Mom! Stop. I told you, this is the only black dress I have right now that fits," Sharon snaps, exasperation in her tone.

"I would have felt better about another color if it'd had a better cut," Mary says with a disapproving voice, "The hem's a bit short don't you think?"

"The hem is fine, the back is fine, I'm wearing the sweater with it," Sharon replies, "I hardly have the extra income to go buy an entire new wardrobe right now."

"You breastfed for too long. You're top heavy."

"Mom!" Sharon exclaims. Andy steps forward and knocks on the door before poking his head in. Sharon looks up from the mirror and catches his eyes with a weak look, "Hey, your shirt and jacket are hanging up."

"Thanks," Andy says, walking over to the wardrobe where she had hung his items up. He takes his shirt off the hangar and shrugs it on, buttoning it up before tucking it in. He holds his tie out to Sharon and arches his eyebrow, "Want to give me a hand?"

"Sure," Sharon nods, stepping over to him.

"I'm going to go check on your father," Mary says before slipping out of the room. Sharon sighs as she loops the silk around Andy's neck, shaking her head.

"You know," Andy says quietly, eyeballing the kids playing on the bed together. Emily was dressed in a dark green velvet dress and Ricky was dressed in a white collared jumper with black pants. He catches Sharon's eye again after looking her over, taking in the black dress she had on. The hem brushed a little higher than usual above her knees and he knew the back was low cut, but it was currently hidden by the cardigan she had on, "I happen to like you top heavy."

Sharon rolls her eyes as she continues to work her fingers over Andy's tie. He reaches up to stop her when she doesn't say anything back, tipping her chin up so she's looking at him.

"Hey."

"Don't worry about it…" Sharon says as she starts to move her fingers again, "She's stressed…she's hurting. She's not usually like that."

"Well I suppose that's good," Andy says as he lifts his chin so the can button his collar. She cinches the tie up and puts his collar down before smoothing the outfit out.

"You look nice," She comments with a small smile.

"So do you," Andy smiles. He grabs his suit jacket and pulls it on, doing up the buttons before shaking it out, "Ready?"

"Yeah," Sharon nods, looking in the mirror one last time to brush her fingers through her hair before going to grab Ricky from the bed, "Em, we're going to leave here in a minute."

"Okay," Emily hops down from the bed and follows her parents downstairs. The six of them pile into the limo that had come to pick them up, making their way to Sharon's childhood church. Emily gets sat between Sharon and Bill as Ricky sits on Andy's lap. Andy wraps his fingers around hers, squeezing occasionally as he catches her trembling out of the corner of his eye.

After the funeral they make their way to the cemetery for a short graveside service before going back to Sharon's parents. While they were gone a caterer had come in and taken over the house, setting out a spread and setting up a small bar in the solarium that he had found Sharon in the night before. With the amount of family around it was easy for Emily to find other kids to play with and Sharon kept Ricky close, occasionally letting him down to walk as she mingled with family members she didn't see very often.

She was polite in introducing Andy to them, generally after having to explain that she and Jack had divorced. After an hour and a half Andy could notice that everything was taking a toll on her and politely excused them from their current conversation with a cousin of hers before guiding her upstairs to her bedroom. He shuts the door quietly behind them and sinks down on the bed next to her.

"Thank you," Sharon whispers, taking Ricky as he leans closer to her. Andy rubs his hand up her back and kisses her head.

"I probably shouldn't have come, should I?" Andy asks as he thinks back to the constant questions and looks that Sharon had been getting.

"No, no, no," Sharon shakes her head, looking up at Andy. She reaches up to cup his cheek, stroking her thumb gently over his skin, "I'm so glad you came. No matter what."

"You sure?" Andy asks, his eyes furrowing in concern.

"Yes," Sharon says, offering a small smile. She leans over and kisses him softly before resting her head against his shoulder.

Andy left early the next morning, leaving Ricky in bed next to Sharon and stopping in Emily's room to kiss her on the head before jumping in a cab to the airport. Sharon had purchased tickets for them to be back Sunday in the early evening so Emily didn't have to miss any more school.

From his position leaning next to the car he watched as she and the kids made their way out to the pickups, Sharon pausing for a moment and relaxing as the warm LA air hits her face. After she opens her eyes again she looks around and smiles when she sees Andy, pointing Emily in his direction as she wheels the suitcase over and carries Ricky. She pauses a few feet away and tilts her head in question as Emily's face lights up and she races over to the car.

"What is that?" She asks Andy. Andy arches his eyebrow in question before turning around as Emily squeals, leaning up to the back seat window to pet the dog that was currently hanging out. From what Sharon could tell it looked like a mix that had at least some Australian Shepherd in it with the merle patterning it had going on.

"Ah shit!" Andy says with a groan, his hand thumping the roof of the car, "I was at a scene all afternoon and animal control has been backed up so I figured I'd take him to the pound on my way here. I completely forgot he was in the back seat."

"Daddy, I love him!" Emily exclaims as the dog licks at her face.

"Andy..." Sharon groans and shakes her head.

[TBC]