Ezra is holding his and Aria's 3 year old daughter, Daisy, with one arm, while Aria is holding his other hand with her own. They are walking through the local cemetery, where Aria's grandpa is buried.
Once they reach his gravestone, Ezra sets Daisy on the ground. They both watch silently as Aria places a bouquet of red, white, and blue flowers along with a small American flag by his stone.
"Why did he die mommy?" Daisy asks softly.
Aria looks at her daughter and smiles. "Because he fought against the bad guys so that we could have freedoms."
"How old were you?"
"I was twelve."
"That's bigger than I can count!"
Ezra and Aria both chuckle. Aria looks at Ezra and takes his hand. "I wish he could've met you and Daisy. He would've loved both of you so much."
Ezra kisses her on the forehead and then they stand there for a few more silent moments before leaving to return back to their home.
Happy Memorial Day! I wrote this last year and it's also the first one shot I ever wrote. Sorry that it's so short, but I hope you enjoy it. :)