A/N Thank you Perry Loves Della for betaing this.

Postscript

Utterly exhausted, Seth put the car in park and turned off the engine. It was well past midnight, but he needn't worry about being quiet to not wake Jessica.

Driving up, he had seen that the light in her - no, their parlor was still on. No doubt she was still up writing or editing galleys.

Getting to the backdoor, he was pleased given the late hour to find it actually locked. He had had a key to Jessica's house for several years now - ever since Jessica's last house sitter, Connie Lewis, had left town in a pique after her son had been arrested for using Connie's key to - amongst other crimes - burglarize Jessica's house.

This evening, however, for the very first time, he got to use his house key as someone who actually lived there rather than - as his daughter Margie began referring to him after discovering he was now the one to look in on Jessica's canary and house plants while she was out of town - as Mrs. Fletcher's houseboy.

Hearing the door, Jessica called out from the other room. "Seth? Is that you?"

"Ayuh."

Stopping to wash up at the kitchen sink despite already having washed up before leaving the hospital, he called out to her. "Woman, you should be asleep! Don't tell me you stayed up waiting for me. I got in there before the appendix burst so it was a quick in and out, but if it had burst, I would probably still be there come morning."

She called back to him. "I wasn't staying awake waiting for you. I really want to finish this before we leave at the end of the week."

Seth too really wanted her to finish whatever it was before they left. The last thing he wanted was for Jessica to bring her work with her on the trip to see his daughter and his grandsons.

Bringing the dish towel with him to finish drying his hands, Seth headed towards the parlor. Walking in, he stopped short at the sight before him.

Jessica was frowning. "I used to be quite good at this. I don't think Grady had a store bought sweater until he went to junior high and it was no longer considered fashionable to have something that didn't have a logo sewn across the front."

In all the years he had known her, Seth couldn't recall ever having seen her with knitting needles in her hands.

Looking up at him, she sighed a little. She seemed to be of the same thought. "It's been so long, I think I have genuinely forgotten how to do this. I've stopped and restarted twice already."

Holding it up for him to see her handiwork, she told him. "That Christmas she was here, Margie really seemed to like those old sweaters of Grady's that Donna took for Frankie."

"That she did." Seth agreed. He told her. "It's perfect."

"Really?" Jessica sounded skeptical. "You think it's perfect? Because I don't recall your grandson having one arm longer than the other last time I saw him."

"Margie is going to love it." He told her. Stepping closer and leaning down, he intended to kiss her on the top of the head, but tilting her head back, Jessica presented him her lips instead.

Finis