Fifty-Three

Marty


Molly was old. She hadn't realized just how old she was until she laid eyes on the tiny baby nestled snuggly in the crook of Angie's arms. And just like a rubber band being snapped back, all 53 of Molly's years rushed back in on her. How had she not noticed how old she was getting?

"Her name's Marty!" Hiro pronounced proudly, beaming down at Angie. "I picked the name!"

"Is there some sort of Castanet tradition dictating that Fathers get to name the first born?" Molly asked, holding her arms out. "Can I hold her?" Angie nodded, and gently handed the little pink bundle off to her Mother-in-Law.

"I think she has your eyes," Angie said, and at that exact moment, tiny baby Marty woke up, and gazed up at Molly with the biggest chocolate-brown eyes Molly had ever seen.

"I was sort of hoping she'd have Angie's eyes," Hiro said, pouting slightly, as his wife shot him a disapproving look and his mother just laughed.

"She's absolutely gorgeous," Jin said, suddenly appearing at Molly's shoulder, looking down at Marty.

"Of course you would say that, Dad," Hiro scoffed, one corner of his mouth pulling up in a lopsided smile, "she looks just like Mom!"