Hey all! Have a good weekend. Italics are flashbacks.

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Zoe took one last look around her office. It really does feel like just yesterday, she was walking into the practice to take over for her father. Never in a million years did she think the day would be here for her to retire, to hand the practice over to her daughter. It's not like she's shoving the practice at her daughter, she made sure Aurora was ready to handle the type of pressure that comes from running the practice.

"I know what running this place means," Aurora had stated, standing in the small waiting area. She's been home for a month now, taking her time to grow accustomed to running the small practice. It's completely different from the hospital in Chicago, and it's a change she's happy to make. "I've learned everything I need to. I've learned from some of the best teachers and doctors around. I've learned from the best doctor to ever grace Bluebell," she assured her mom.

"I don't doubt that," Zoe told her daughter. She believes in her daughter, and knows that Aurora has what it takes to be one half of Bluebell's town doctors. Zoe just questions herself on if she is ready to walk away from being one of the few things she's ever known. She practically grew up in the practice. The little place being her home away from home, on many occasions. "You're going to be great, I'm going to miss this place," Zoe shared, waving off the concerns Aurora has over if Zoe thinks she's ready to be half the owner of the place. "This place has so many memories here, more than any place in Bluebell does," Zoe smiled.

"Like what?" Aurora asked, taking a seat in the newly updated chairs, that had a little more cushion than the previous ones. At one point in her life she's not going to be able to ask questions about her mothers life and get those answers from her mom. She wants to be able to get everything she can straight from her mom.

"When I was 16 I worked the reception desk for a week, and it started off as the worst job I ever had, granted it was only the second job I had at that time. I worked part-time at the florist shop for two months because Daisy needed the time off to go take care of her mother in Kansas. But by the end of the week, I was getting into the hang of things. Dad and Brick had to have things done differently, and it annoyed me because nothing was ever done the same. Tom had been about 6, and he came in covered in poison oak, scared out of his mind, but I was the one that got to help him, because Brick was out on a house call and Dad was busy with Sheila, I forget what it was she came in for," Zoe smiled. Sheila had always been great at faking whatever symptoms it was that she had that day.

"Is that when you fell in love with the idea of being a doctor?" She asked her mom. They know the story of their mom wanting to be a doctor since the day she was born, but she never shared what it was that made her fall in love with the profession, other than it's what her dad and step-father did.

"No," Zoe sighed, shaking her head. "At first it was what I thought I had to do, because grandpa did it, and he was my hero, he still is," she shared with a sad smile. "It wasn't until I was ten, and I was playing with Lemon, George, and Crickett at the park, and we had this game where we had to jump off the swings to jump over a pit of quicksand. I jumped and tumbled in my landing, ended up with a broken arm," she shared, thinking back to the only time she ever had a broken bone in her lifetime.

"You played silly games like that too?" Aurora asked with a soft laugh. Guess it doesn't matter what the year is, the games kids play don't change a lot. Zoe nodded, confirming that yes they played a lot of silly games like that.

"The various doctors I saw that day, they were nothing but nice and made me feel comfortable and explained things in ways that I could understand what was going to happen. And they made sure I knew they were talking to me and not just my dad. It was then that I realized the difference I could make in another kid's life when they break a bone, or have a bad case of poison oak, or whatever the problem seems to be," she shared with her daughter.

They had spent the rest of the night with Zoe sharing stories and Aurora asking questions as she listened to her mom talk. Some of the stories Aurora's heard before, but not to the extent she's being told now. Other stories she's never heard of.

"You can visit whenever you want," Wade said, coming to stand next to his wife. "It's not like we're leaving Bluebell for good," he commented. They had made plans to do a little traveling once they both retire. With their plans made they figured they might as well retire at the same time.

"I know," Zoe sighed. "It's all I've ever known for so long," she said, leaning into her husband. "I am happy for this new little start to our lives, it's harder to let go than I thought it would be," she explained to her husband.

"I know the feeling, because it wasn't any easier to hand the keys and sign my name on the dotted line for the Jammer over, either," he shared with his wife. Now he understands why Wally was having such a hard time letting the place go. It's hard to let something go that you put so much blood and sweat into. Harder for Wally when the Jammer was his baby.

"It's not like we won't be visiting the Jammer all the time," Zoe mimicked her husband. "And much like the practice, the Jammer is in good hands."

"Speaking of, let's go have dinner, huh?" Wade asked, pulling his wife with him as he went.

Wade was sitting in his office, trying to figure out whom he wanted to sell the Jammer too. There weren't many offers, a few offers floated through over the years, but they never interested him because he wasn't looking to sell the place. The only thing he knew for sure is that he wanted to keep the Jammer the way it is, and he didn't think it would survive if a big company swooped in and bought it. The Jammer is a one of a kind place and doesn't need to be changed. His answers walked through his door without even knowing it.

"You're not busy are you?" Will asked, taking a seat across from his dad at the desk.

Wade shook his head, tossing the papers he was looking through down on the desk. "I'm never busy to have a chat with my son," Wade told him. "What can I do for you?" Wade questioned.

"I was sitting at home in Tuscaloosa and I got to thinking on what it was I want to do next. Do you know what came to mind?" He asked his father. Wade had no clue as to what his son was going on about, and he shook his head, curious to know where this was going. "I thought, why not move home, I've been looking for a reason to move back that made sense," he told his dad.

"Does your mom know you've decided to move back?" Wade asked, knowing how happy it would make Zoe knowing that not only did their daughter move back, but now their son was moving home. They'd be having a big celebration dinner.

"Not yet, it all depends on what happens here in this office," Will told his father, making Wade even further confused as to what his son is going on about. "I would like to buy the Jammer," he told his father.

"Is this something Maggie is okay with?" Wade asked, straightening up in his chair. Funny how the answer he was looking for, found him.

"She's more than fine with it. She loves Bluebell, Isaac loves it here, Jackie loves this place. It feels right, dad," he stated. It's like his father's legacy to live on through him at the Jammer just like his mom's legacy is to live on through Aurora at the practice.

"I won't take your money," Wade told him. "As your father, I am going to hand the place over to you, when you're ready to take over. I hope you know it's not as easy as you think it is," Wade warned him.

"I know," Will nodded. "That's why I want you to teach me and show me everything that I need to know. And when you feel like I am ready to run this place and to call it mine, then you can sign it over," he told his father. He wants his dad to believe in him and trust that he can handle running the Jammer the same he has done for the past 30 years.

"Our kids futures look very bright," Zoe commented.

"Zo, their futures were always bright," Wade stated, fixing his wife's statement.