Disclaimers: You know them.

A/N: The much awaited conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Winchester. Hope you like it!

Mrs. Winchester and Honoria thoroughly enjoyed their evening with Charles. They stayed until the two younger children were asleep and Emerson was settles in bed with her book.

Mrs. Winchester could not believe how much her son had changed. Before all of this and the war, he had been much more formal and reserved. Those who did not know him well though him cold and aloof; the man she saw tonight was warm and loving and much more relaxed. He seemed truly happy in his new life and this brought her much joy. She had never been very demonstrative towards her children; it simply was not done in her time. But somehow, her some had been able to break that cycle and he and his children were better for it.

When they arrived home, they were met by Charles Sr., who understandably, was curious as to where his wife and daughter had been. When he asked his wife that question, Honoria wisely chose to say goodnight, letting her mother have what would undoubtedly be an awkward conversation with her father.

"So where have you been Cecilia?" he asked as she led him into the sitting room.

"Honoria and I received a dinner invitation which we accepted," she explained.

"And pray, who invited you?"

"We received an invitation from Charles and his family," she said in a somewhat defiant tone.

"Cecilia, HE is no longer a member of this family," Charles Sr. spat.

"HE is still my son," she shot back. "Charles, I have lost one son because of circumstances beyond my control. I will not," she emphasized, "loose another because of your stubbornness."

"Hs shamed this family. He lay with that harlot and now she has accused him of siring those brats." His fury was now beyond measure.

"Those 'brats' as you call them are your GRANDCHILDREN!" she yelled. In their near forty years of marriage, she had never raised her voice to her husband. "You need only look at the picture to see," she said reaching into her handbag and producing the picture Honoria had given her yesterday. "The likeness is unmistakable."

Charles Sr. begrudgingly took the small picture from his wife. He looked down at the smiling faces and gasped.

"She looks just like you," he said in a small voice. "And he looks exactly like Charles and Timothy."

"Mary favors her mother but her disposition is exactly like Honoria, so sweet and kind," she continued, her anger towards her husband dissipating. "Charles is exactly like you when we were courting, so happy and relaxed," she said taking his hands in hers. "Those children are the best thing to ever happen to him. If you can see past your anger towards Charles, you would discover that we have the three most spectacular grandchildren in Boston."

"How could he do such a thing?" Charles Sr. asked his wife. "Has he explained his actions to you?"

"He fell in love. He knew what he was doing was unjust to her, but he did truly love her and love makes us do unexplainable things," she said with a knowing smile. "He does regret that he was not present in their lives when they were small but he does not, cannot regret them. They are his absolute pride and joy."

"Will he forgive me?" the older man asked his wife. "Will he ever let me be a part of his family?"

"That is something you will have to ask him yourself."