The Ties that Bind (ed)

by songbird1970

It's Mother's Day at the cabin in this sequel to "His Friend, Sharon," and "Love Looks Not with the Eyes."

The Ties that Bind

This story follows "His, Friend, Sharon" and "Love Looks Not with the Eyes." Each can be read alone, but they all go together. I hope you enjoy.

The second Sunday in May. It was the day, more than any other, that kept florists and greeting card companies afloat until the holiday season returned. Mother's Day. It was a day to come together and celebrate the woman who had brought them together. That was how Andy Flynn saw it anyway. No matter how often his wife argued the point, he would always credit her with the life he now lived. While they'd only been married a year, her influence reached back some twenty years. For as far back as he could remember, she had busted his chops each and every time he'd stepped out of line. When the addiction which had cost him his family threatened to steal his badge, she laid it on the line for him. Dry out or get out. His badge was all he had left. Without that, he'd have no reason to get up in the morning. His marriage was over, his children beyond his reach. It was either get it together, or hang it up. So, he did. Not right away. He had a few false starts, maybe more than a few. Eventually though, he got it together. He quit the booze, joined AA, and saved his badge. His family, well, that took considerably longer. Sometimes it still felt like a work in progress. That, too, was down to Sharon. Not that she would hear of it.

Sharon had been in his corner from the start. Even when she was threatening to pull his shield, she was doing it for him. She had seen something in him that was too close to home. She saw a man whose life was in shambles. He'd seen too much of the darkness and tried to wash it away. The thing that stood out, the voice that spoke to her, the biggest difference between him and the other drunk in her life was his obvious sorrow at the loss of his children. He missed his kids. He showed up for his kids. That she hadn't seen before.

So, she pushed. She advocated. She honored his effort with her faith. She became his friend. Then she became something more.

He had his kids back, and now he had hers as well. Funny. It took years of work to rebuild his relationship with his children. Sharon's, on the other hand, took to him with such ease. He still wasn't sure how that had happened. Ricky had told him once that simply seeing his mom treated so well, with no apparent ulterior motive, was all it took for him. Emily, too. The only effort their dad ever made with them was he was trying to score points with their mother. Even then, it was only because he wanted something from her.

Andy treated her like a queen, simply because he felt she deserved it. He honored her. He was grateful for her. He treated her kids the same way. He was good to them.

Rusty took a while longer, of course. He hadn't been in Sharon's life long enough to trust his place there. His past with his mother's boyfriends left him full of doubt and suspicion. He'd already known Andy for a while. He'd never had reason to suspect he'd treat either of them badly. No, it was more a matter of trusting that he wouldn't be cast aside for the sake of keeping his mom's boyfriend happy.

Those days were gone, however, and this Sharon would always make room for him. He would always have a place with her. And with Andy.

And so, on this day, they would all gather to celebrate not just the woman who had made it all happen, but also the fact they were together. A year ago, they had almost lost her. Lost this. The accident that had almost taken her from their lives, and had indeed taken her sight for a time, had given them all something infinitely more precious. The coming together, the collaboration on their part to be what their parents needed, had opened all their eyes to the family they had become.

Since the accident, they had all experienced a shift in their priorities. Each of their kids had chosen colleges and careers that had taken them well beyond Los Angeles. Emily's dancing had taken her to New York, and Ricky had opened a software security firm in Palo Alto. Drew's work as a paramedic had him to San Fransisco. Only Nicole had returned to LA after college. In the last year or two, however, all four of them had made their way back home. Including Rusty, they had all five in one place for the very first time. Being together throughout Sharon's ordeal showed each of them they were missing out on a family dynamic they'd never before had. Drew now operated out of Silver Lake. Ricky had moved his firm to East Hollywood, and Emily had taken a position with the Los Angeles Ballet. It had truly been a season of change.

After the new year, Sharon and Andy had retired. They had given their entire adult lives to the LAPD. Whatever time they had left would be dedicated to each other and their family. They had spent the springtime in their new cabin at Big Bear Lake, and were planning to remain throughout the summer. They had turned the condo over to Ricky and Holly, who were newly engaged to be married and looking at different areas of the city to settle down. Emily would be taking his place as their little brother's roommate.

This weekend, however, they would all be together. Their children, grandchildren, and members of their former team would all be joining them for a two-fold celebration, Mother's Day and retirement.

Effective June 1, Lt. Provenza would be joining the ranks of this former teammates. While he'd sworn for years to work until he died with a stapler in his hand, watching his closest friends over the last year had given him a new appreciation for the time he had left with the last woman ever intended to marry. His wife was elated.

A celebration was definitely in order. For that reason, the family was converging on the cabin for an extended weekend. It had taken some planning, a little rearranging, and rushing the completion of new construction on the property. With part of the proceeds from the sale of Andy's house, they'd had a small outbuilding constructed to store fishing rods and camping gear, as well as supplies for the newly added hot tub. It was little more than a glorified fishing cabin. They had decided, however, to add a small living space and bathroom. It would come in handy accommodating their ever-growing family. Something that made them both immensely happy.

And so, on Friday morning, Andy and Sharon rose with the sun to prepare to welcome their guests, their family. The fridge was stocked, as was the wood bin. The fishing poles had been pulled out and readied for the boys. There were hot dogs, marshmallows and popcorn for an evening around the fire pit. The ingredients for a perfect weekend. The madness and the darkness of the city was left behind.

They'd gotten creative, but had managed to find a spot for everyone. It was a large home, with plenty of room to spread out and get comfortable, and they'd definitely be taking advantage of that over the weekend. Every available space would be occupied. The house would be overflowing-with love.

The first to arrive were Emily and Rusty. They had left before sun up, stopping only for additional provisions their folks would not have at the cabin. They parked Rusty's Volvo, grabbed their luggage and grocery bags, and bounded up the stairs to the front door. As Emily reached for the doorknob, Rusty place his hand on his sister's, stopping her. She looked at him, eyes questioning.

"You'll want to knock first. No telling what we might walk in on," he warned. She rolled her eyes as she removed her hand and repositioned her belongings.

"Don't be silly, Rusty. They're expecting us."

Rusty took a step backward and swayed his hand in front of her, ushering her forward.

"After you then." He smirked as she slipped past him to open the door. She pushed it open and stepped inside the cabin and froze. Sure enough, she found her mother and Andy wrapped around one another, Sharon perched on the kitchen counter top. It wasn't the worst thing they'd ever been caught doing, but certainly more than their New York-based daughter had ever witnessed first-hand. She stopped in her tracks, paused a beat, and did an about face, closing the door behind her.

Hearing it shut, Sharon and Andy turned toward the sound. A smile stretched across Sharon's face and she turned back to her husband exclaiming, "They're here!" He grasped her at the hips and helped her down from the counter. Together, they quickly made their way to the door. Upon opening it, they found Emily and Rusty leaning against the porch railing, bags at their feet, as if settling in for a wait. Rusty was even on his phone. Sharon laughed and opened her arms, wide and welcoming.

"You're here!" They stepped forward and allowed their mother to gather them close. "Oh, it's so good to see you both!" They snuggled close, relishing the feel of their mom. The feeling of home. Emily pulled away and studied her mother then her step-father, and smiled.

"You two look wonderful! Retirement really agrees with you!" She moved to embrace her step-dad, who met her halfway. When he enfolded her tightly in his arms, she sighed. Having a dad felt good. "Hey, Pop. I've missed you."

"Hey, Kiddo. Missed you too. Glad you're here." He released her, only to kiss her forehead. It made her feel like a little girl again, and she loved it.

Rusty stepped froward and reached for Andy from the side, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Andy." The older man, an arm still wrapped around Emily, reached out for his step-son.

"Hey, Kid. Was the drive okay?" He reached down to help with the groceries and ushered them into the house.

"Yeah. Fine. We left early, so I think we missed the worst of the traffic." He squeezed Andy's shoulder and retrieved his bag from the porch. They made their way into the house and dropped their bags by the kitchen table. Emily looked at her mother and commented,

"You know, we have to eat in here, you guys. It's not polite to make out where we eat." Rusty turned to his sister and reminded her,

"You were warned."

Andy came up behind his wife and wrapped an arm fully across her chest, drawing her back against her chest.

"Hey, out house, our rules. I don't tell you where to make out, do I?" He teased. He kissed his wife's cheek then released her. Rounding the table, he grabbed the grocery bags and made his way into the kitchen to put everything away.

"Fine, fine," Emily said as she followed him. "Here, I'll help."

"She's just jealous her parents are getting more action than she is," Rusty said laughing. Sharon cut him a look and said,

"Rusty, don't be crass." He gave her a grin, the one which usually got him out of trouble.

"Yes, Mom." He picked up his bag, and his sister's, and headed down the all toward the bedrooms. "The double?" He asked as he walked.

"Yes, baby. There are fresh towels in the bathroom and clean sheets on the beds," his mother called after him.

He dropped his backpack and duffle at the foot on one bed, and Emily's on the other. He took a cord from his bag and plugged his phone in to charge. He stepped to the wide window on the far wall, and gazed outside. It was beautiful here. He could definitely see why they'd fallen in love with the place. Rusty never pictured Sharon living outside the bustle of the city. She needed the ballet and the opera. She was fed by the culture, the shopping district, the shoes.

In spite of that, she had appeared to thrive on the serenity of this place. True, it wasn't completely remote. It was a magnet for hikers and campers, and snow enthusiasts in winter. The cabin was well off the beaten path though, and their privacy was guarded. That was something both of them treasured after years of high-profile cases. It wasn't as though Sharon and Andy were public figures, but the necessary court appearances and press conferences had put them front and center more than either had liked. His mother had been on CNN for Heaven's sake.

Yeah, the more he thought about it, this was better. Now that they were finally retired, he wouldn't have to worry every time they walked out the door with their badges and guns, it may just be the last time. No. This was good.

Rusty was pulled from his thoughts by new voices in the front of the house. He turned on his heel and returned to the kitchen. Upon reaching the great room, he was nearly tackled by his nephews.

Sam and Seth, Nicole's boys, barreled through the living room despite their mother's warning. They had been looking forward to their trip to the lake for weeks. The boys stopped just long enough to hug their Uncle Rusty, then tug him along after them.

"Let's go, Rusty! We want to see the water!" Rusty laughed to himself. Those boys had really surprised them all with their enthusiasm for the outdoors. Like most kids, they had their tech devices and games. Both boys were also involved in ballet classes, much to Emily's delight. They had taken to the lake immediately, though, much to their grandfather's relief. It was all about balance. Plus, Andy was thrilled that his new grandsons had something in common with him, something they could share. Ballet sure wasn't it. He went, because he wanted to support Emily, and now Nicole's boys, and because his wife loved it so much. But that was about it. He certainly couldn't discuss the various positions and moves and such. He didn't know a plié from a relevé. Fortunately, his daughter wanted her boys to be well-rounded and encouraged all their interests. Their latest was lake life.

The boys made for the back yard, Rusty in tow. Nicole and her husband, Jeff, entered the cabin behind them, arms laden with bags and luggage. Andy stepped forward to take some of their load. He leaned in to kiss his daughter's cheek.

"Hi, baby. Let me take some of that for you." He turned to shake his son-in-law's hand. "Jeff. How are you?" He grabbed a suitcase from his hand and made his way toward the bedrooms. "You're in the usual spot."

Jeff followed his father-in-law to the rear of the house, bags in tow. Together, they tucked away their belongings in the closet, allowing more space in the modest room. Andy closed the bedroom door and turned to the younger man. He lowered his voice conspiratorially.

"You got everything?" He asked.

"I did. It's all in the small duffle or this cooler. I thought I'd smuggle it out to the guest house. Julio's got the rest of it in the truck," Jeff explained. "It's all taken care of. Promise." The ladies in their life would be well-spoiled this weekend.

They returned to the living area to find not only Julio, but the lieutenant and his wife. They had led the younger man to the cabin, as he'd not made the trip before. Andy hurried his steps when he saw how much Julio was carrying.

"Hi, guys. Come on in. Julio, let help you with that. We can set the cooler on the back porch and we'll find a spot for your things."

Sharon joined them, looked at the younger man, and chuckled.

"A tent, Julio? You know, we weren't planning to make you sleep outside. It may only be the sofa, but we'll make room!" Julio leaned in to place a shy kiss to her cheek.

"Morning, Ma'am," he said as he took in the house for the first time. "This place is really something! No wonder you didn't want to come back. And the tent is for tonight. I thought maybe the boys might like to camp out. I always liked it as a kid. Of course, it wasn't anything like this, just our back yard." Sharon smiled. He was such a natural with kids.

"Oh, Julio. I'm sure they would be thrilled. We just can't believe how those boys have taken to the outdoors. Andy's overjoyed, of course."

Inside, Emily had taken over brunch preparations. Having already been up for a good while, those already arriving were hungry. After a three-hour drive, they needed some food, a stretch, and some strong coffee. Upon arriving, they had scattered to put their things away in the appointed rooms. When they reconvened in the kitchen, various casseroles and platters were laid out, buffet style, on the countertop. The aroma of bacon was inviting, the coffee even more so. They piled their plates high and spread out around the great room to catch up.

By late afternoon, their remaining guests had arrived. Ricky and Holly had left mid-morning. Holly had worked the night shift at the hospital, then run home to shower and change before the drive. Drew pulled in behind them. He had gotten off at midnight, then got a good night's sleep before heading out.

Finally, everyone was together again. Sharon was over the moon to have all of her children present. Having the lieutenant and his wife with them was a bonus. Having lost his mother just a few months before, Julio gladly accepted the invitation. The rest of her former team were spending the holiday with their families.

The afternoon was spent in lazy contentment. They had all risen early and made a lengthy drive. They were happy to lounge about for a few hours and enjoy each other's company. The great room was lined on three sides with large windows, allowing for plenty of natural light and, when opened, a welcome breeze. They drapes were pulled back and the windows opened. Soft music played. A few of them dozed, while others visited in quiet voices. The boys worked a puzzle at the small table in the corner of the room. It was the antithesis of a Friday afternoon in the city.

Sharon and Andy were seated together on the love seat, her legs draped across his lap. He was most grateful she hadn't abandoned the shorts she'd been partial to over the last several weeks. He thought she might have shied away from them in front of her former team, but thankfully, that was not the case. He drew lazy patterns on the smooth skin, keeping his hands a respectable distance from the hem of her shorts.

The lieutenant and his wife were tucked into the corner of the sofa. Here, away from prying eyes, he rested with Patrice in his arms. Here, he had no reputation to uphold. In this place, his softer side was on free display.

As was the affection between Ricky and Holly, who were all loved up, as Provenza called it, in a large winged back chair. They'd been inseparable for the past year, since they'd met following Sharon's accident. Holly had played a vital part in her recovery. Now, they were newly engaged and the happiest and most settled Sharon had ever seen her son.

"Holly, we're so glad you decided to join us this weekend. How is Mark?" Sharon asked her. Holly's father was a special friend and counselor to Andy, and had married the two of them the previous year. His own wife had passed away a number of years before, as had his mother, but his father was still living and no doubt enjoying his son's company this week.

"He's well! He's been in Sacramento this week, with my grandfather. I'll FaceTime them both tomorrow. Mother's Day has been difficult for both of us for several years, but my dad really stepped up. So, I try to celebrate him for that. You know?" Ricky pulled her close and winked.

"I know what you mean." He replied. Sharon gave him a curious look.

"You do?" She asked. Ricky looked at her and smiled.

"Well, yeah. Parents don't have to fit a mold. You did the work of two parents too, Mom. And Andy here is more a father to us than Jack ever was." Andy's head dropped toward his chest, touched by Ricky's words. He saw nothing praiseworthy in loving children as they deserved. His wife tucked her face into his neck and whispered,

"He's right, you know," and kissed him there. Andy cleared his throat, raised his face to meet the young man's eyes and replied,

"Thank you, Rick." His voice choked a bit and he gave a tell-tale sniff.

"Just telling it like it is, Andy. I've never seen Mom this happy and you treat the three of us like you're actually happy to have us around, you know? We've never felt in the way, even when we were stuffed into the condo."

"Oh, I love having you all around. I was raised with a big family in a small space. This feels like home to me." He snuggled his wife closer still. "You're my home," he murmured.

"Ye gads. Getting a little thick in here, Flynns. I think I'll check on Julio. He's been out there with those boys all afternoon." He hoisted himself off the couch with a groan, and made for the back door. The others laughed and followed him with their eyes.

Andy gave his wife a peck on the cheek and unfolded himself from his place next to her.

"I'll go with him. It's time to start thinking about dinner anyway." His wife started to get up with him but he stilled her with a wave of this hand.

"You! You stay right here and put your feet up. It's Mother's Day." He bent low and gave her one last kiss.

"He's right, Mom. You're not cooking for us this weekend. We've got it." He stood up and offered is fiancée his hand. She accepted it with a smile and allowed him to pull her from the chair, then followed the men out of the house.

Sharon and Patrice were left alone and stared at each other in the sudden silence. By silent agreement, they both extended their legs and put their feet up. Then dissolved in a fit of laughter.

The air was cool, breezy, and filled with the savory aroma of grilled fish and vegetables. Andy had caught enough fish over the last several mornings to feed a small army. He had removed the tray of cleaned and prepped fish from the freezer after lunch, as well as the veggies he'd cut and seasoned the evening before.

A large picnic table was situated on the lawn and covered with a cheerful vinyl cloth. Down the center there was a runner, the length of the table. An arrangement of wildflowers, gathered from the water's edge, was the focal point. An assortment of platters and dishes decorated the surface. Storm lanterns adorned the lawn, set up on the porches and hanging from the trees. They swayed gently in the breeze off the lake, creating the illusion of dancing light in the water's reflection. It was magical. The men stood tall all around the table as Sam and Seth opened the double doors leading from the house to the back porch.

As the doors swept open the ladies got their first look at the top-secret project that had been ongoing throughout the afternoon. How had they not noticed? Only the constant rotation of the menfolk to and from the house had garnered any attention, and they assumed that was only to keep an eye on the boys. The endless parade of dishes and other supplies had gone completely unnoticed. It looks like something out of a fairytale.

The ladies froze on the porch. Dinner, they expected. This was more than dinner. Much more. They were speechless. They looked around, taking it all in, then at each other, astonished. With eyes and smiles growing wider, they accepted the small hands offered to them, and accompanied Sam and Seth down the steps and onto the lawn. They were ushered to their chairs and seated.

They were further surprised when their husbands, sons, and boyfriends began moving about the table to serve them. The sight of Lieutenant Provenza, towel draped over his arm, carrying a tray of beverages like a regular waiter, made them all bite their lower lips to keep form laughing. That had certainly taken some arm twisting, Sharon thought to herself. Patrice was tickled, but delighted. Her husband, however, wore a scowl.

A feast was enjoyed by all and afterward, dancing under the stars. As the table was cleared, the yard was suddenly illuminated by thousands of twinkling white lights, strung between the house and the surrounding trees. A collective gasp was heard as everyone took in the scene. Music played from an iPod sitting on the porch, and the party continued. Everyone migrated to the center of the lawn, dancing as a group. They were silly and playful and lighthearted. As the hour grew later, and the tempo of the music slowed, couples paired off and pressed closer together. Sam and Seth went hunting for fireflies, while Emily and Drew saw to the dishes. Julio picked a spot for the then and got to work. Rusty stood back, documenting it all.

As the young folks made their way inside to ready themselves for bed, along with the Provenzas, Sharon and Andy were left alone in the yard. She looked up at him from where they danced alone under the lights, and slowly shook her head.

"What?" asked her husband.

"You never cease to amazed me," she explained, still astonished by the evening's events. He looked at her with a bemused expression. "You transformed this place into something out of a fairytale. It was like a dream. Flowers, lights and music. It was magical. I can't believe you did all that. How did you do all that? And have time to cook supper?" She stared at him, wide-eyed. In return, he simply shook his head. He held her tighter still.

"If I tell you all my secrets, the magic will be lost!" He bent low and planted on her smiling lips a soft kiss, which quickly deepened. The sound of a throat clearing interrupted their moment. They turned to find Julio, peaking out of his tent. He'd been about to head into the house for the boys, but hadn't wanted to intrude.

"Oh! Julio. We didn't know you were there. Sorry we got carried away," she blushed.

"Oh, don't apologize, Ma'am, Sir." He started to cross the yard and looked back over his shoulder. "Looked like fun!" He said with a wink.

Sharon dropped her forehead to her husband's chest and laughed.

"He wasn't wrong," she murmured. "It is fun." With that she took him by the hand and led him across the yard, toward the house.

"Oh, and Andy?"

"Yeah, Sweetheart?"

"The magical will never be lost."

Saturday morning, the young adults rose early for a hike, while the older adults slept in. By the time the hikers returned, the lieutenant and his wife, as well as Sharon and Andy, finally emerged for the morning, each wearing suspicious smiles.

"Sleep well?" Emily asked, a knowing smile spreading across her face. Her mother gave her an equally sneaky grin and replied,

"Very, thank you." Emily was taken aback by the direct response. Sharon raised her eyebrows and cocked her head. "You asked." That should teach her not to tease.

Andy drew close behind her, resting his hands on her hips. Provenza joined them at the bar and poured two cups of coffee. Andy turned to his old partner and asked,

"Sleep well?" Provenza, having overheard Emily and Sharon, replied,

"Very, thank you." With a toast of their coffee mugs, and eye rolls from their wives, they found a seat at the table. They heard the back door open and the approach of little feet. Sam and Seth skipped forward, with Julio bringing up the rear. All seemed well rested and refreshed.

"Good morning, my sweethearts," Sharon greeted them and gathered them in her arms. "Good morning, Julio. How did you sleep?"

"Good morning, ma'am. We did just fine. It took them a while to drop off, but once they did, they were out," he assured her. The boys bounced up and down excitedly.

"Grandma, we went for a night walk! It was super cool!" Offered Sam.

"You did?" She eyed Julio, who simply shrugged and replied.

"They were pretty restless and had a hard time with some of the sounds they were hearing. So, we investigated." He smiled at the boys. "Once they knew what was making each sound, they weren't nervous anymore."

Seth popped up. "We saw frogs and crickets and even an owl, Grandma. They're noisy!" They all shared a laugh.

"Yes, they sure are!" She handed each boy a plate, then turned to Julio. "Bless you. I'll bet you could use some coffee." When he nodded, she turned to pour him a large cup.

"Yes, ma'am. It was fun, and I'm used to running on little sleep, as you know."

"Indeed, I do. Come join us for breakfast. I'll get you a plate. Have a seat."

The boys had to be reminded not to talk with food in their mouths. Such was their excitement as they shared with their family the details of their midnight adventure. Everyone was charmed with their childlike fascination with the sights and sounds around them. It took them back in time to when there was wonder to be found even in the seemingly mundane.

Oh, to be young again, thought Provenza. Oh, to be Flynn, the thought came. That old fool seemed to be walking air. His entire demeanor was lighter. Maybe there was something to be said for retirement, if his old partner was anything to go by. Who would ever have thought they would have reached this stage in their lives, and then find their happily ever after? Hell of a thing, he mused to himself.

After breakfast, everyone enjoyed a hike around the lake. The boys needed to work off their sugar and a walk was just the thing. A steep hike was out of the question, with Sharon's newly healed leg, and Provenza didn't hike. The terrain around the water, however, was manageable. Even so, Sharon donned a knee brace, a much simpler model than the contraption she'd worn following her surgery. She still needed the stability when they walked or rode around the area. The exercise aided in her continued recovery, and they were both in better shaped every day. It was a beautiful Saturday, with temperatures in the mid-60's. The boys raced ahead, the young people easily keeping up with them. The retired folks hung back, in no hurry, and enjoyed the tranquility offered by their slower pace. When they noticed the group stop ahead of them, no doubt to investigate some discovery, they did likewise. Finding a grouping of downed trees, they rested on the logs and enjoyed a sip of water in the coolness of the afternoon.

Provenza pulled his bucket hat from his head and used it to fan himself. Sharon pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head as she leaned against her husband. She eyed him and asked,

"Are you alright, Lieutenant?" Patrice simply rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Provenza looked at Sharon and replied, "I don't hike." He then plopped his hat back on his head with great fanfare.

"This isn't hiking, you old coot," corrected Andy. "This is nothing. We do this every morning. We've walked the same route every day for a few months now. We've learned all the places to avoid. Neither of us need to fall other. We are done with the hospital," he said forcefully. His wife raised her water bottle to him in a toast and added "Here, here!"

They shared a laugh and a kiss. Provenza showed his displeasure at their display. "Ye gads, Flynn. Don't you ever get enough?"

"Nope," came his partner's reply. He stood and offered a hand to his wife. She too stood and they stepped back onto the trail. Andy looked back overs shoulder and eyed his partner.

"You coming, old man?" Sharon playfully swatted his arm. Patrice extended a hand to her husband and crooked her finger.

"Come on, Louie. You've rested long enough. Don't be so dramatic. It wouldn't kill you to take a daily walk like Andy here!" Her husband looked at Andy and sneered.

"Oh, it just might," Provenza said, disagreeing. "It just might."

"You big baby," Patrice muttered under her breath.

They caught up to the others, who were peering deep into the thick tree line. Sharon made her way to the boys, who were squatted on the ground and intensely scrutinizing what they'd found. Peering over their shoulder, she spied a small pile of what appeared to be bones. Those of a fish, or several fish, if she wasn't mistaken. She turned as she heard Julio returning through the trees.

"Julio? What's up?" Julio looked at her with hooded eyes, but kept his tone light in deference to the children.

"Nothing, Ma'am. Just looks like you've got yourselves a squatter. Someone's been camping out. There's a little makeshift shelter, some wrappers, gum wads and such on the ground. Kind of messy."

"Well, I don't so much mind campers. They're everywhere up here this time of year. But why can't they pick up after themselves?" Andy asked, frustrated at the lack of consideration. Little Sam piped up.

"Yeah. Grandpa said we're supposed to take out trash out when we break camp!" He was all about the rules, much to Sharons' great pride.

Andy stood, hands of his hips, head shaking. "You're right, buddy. These guys didn't follow the rules." He sighed and turned. "Okay, let's get going. I'll come back up here this evening and clean all this up." Then he started up the trail. Julio fell in beside him and kept his voice low.

"I'll come back out with you and we can take a look around." Andy looked at him as they walked. Something is Julio's eyes told his there was more to it than an inconsiderate camper.

Back at the cabin, most showered and changed. It wasn't warm out, but they all wore a certain outdoor aroma. While the others were freshening up, Sharon and Andy got to work on a simple lunch of grilled cheese and hot soup. As they prepared the meal, Sharon turned to her husband and asked,

"Did Julio tell you what he found in the woods? He looked like he had something on his mind the whole way back to the house." She ladled soup into a tureen as he stacked warm sandwiches on a large platter.

"No, not yet. He didn't want to get into it with the others around. We'll go back out after lunch and poke around before it gets dark. It's probably nothing to worry about, but maybe we'll stick close to the house tonight, huh?"

Sharon looked at her husband and paused a beat, then carried the tureen to the table.

"Okay, but maybe I should go back with you?"

"No, I'll do that, Captain," her lieutenant interjected. "You stay here and enjoy yourself." Andy smirked at him.

"I thought you didn't hike," Andy laughed. Provenza sneered at him and replied

"I don't, but I do investigate."

Lunch was consumed with gusto. They had worked up an appetite. Fortunately, the boys had moved on from the morning's curious discovery and were more interested in the plans for the rest of the day. There was talk of games and puzzles, Twister and croquet on the lawn. Nicole sat forward and eyed Rusty, smiling.

"Actually, Rusty and I have already taken care of tonight's activity. We have an after-dinner surprise," she said, eyes twinkling. Sharon and Andy looked at each other, then at their children. "You'll love it. Promise."

The afternoon was lazy and quiet. The boys worked a puzzle with their Aunt Emily and Uncle Drew. Rick and Holly were napping in the guest house. While Rusty was curled up in the arm chair scribbling in his journal, Nicole and Jeff curled up on the sofa and dozed. Two hikes in one day had done them in.

Sharon and Patrice rested on the back porch swing, waiting the return of the men.

Andy, Julio, and the lieutenant made their way back to the cabin after cleaning up the mess in the woods, and poking around a bit. It was nothing much, just a few gum wrappers and potato chip bags, as well as the gum itself, which had been left behind in the dirt. They had picked up the wrappers and deposited them in a small plastic grocery bag. They had walked around the area, finding a nothing more out of the ordinary, aside from a fairly impressive lean to shelter. It was crudely constructed, but sturdy; the type of structure meant to last more than a night or two. Someone had put some time and thought into it. They decided that even with no real reason for concern, it would be worth keeping an eye on. Something just felt off.

They entered the yard of the cabin, and upon seeing the women waiting there, schooled their faces with more cheerful expressions. Julio raised the bag of trash into the air before heading to the large outdoor trash bin.

"All cleaned up!" He said, without trace of concern. He tossed the bag into the can. "I'll see to supper." He disappeared into the house, leaving the other men with their wives.

"Find anything?" Sharon asked her husband. He motioned for her to stand, took her place on the swing, then pulled her onto his lap.

"Not really. Just some trash and dried gum everywhere. We picked up the wrappers. The shelter is pretty impressive. That took some work, so I wouldn't be surprised if whoever it was is coming back." He shrugged his shoulders. "As long as he picks up after himself, no big deal."

Sharon turned her face to rest against his. She sensed an uneasiness in him, but not overt concern. So, she decided to let it be. For now. Instead, she asked,

"Should we also see to supper?" She leaned forward to stand up, but was pulled back against him. She laughed and grasped his hands, which were joined and resting on her stomach.

"Nope. We should not. Julio is in charge." That drew her attention. "Before you ask, yes, he insisted, and yes, we offered to help. He assured us he has in under control."

Patrice sat froward and asked her hosts "Should we be concerned?" Sharon shook her heard.

"No, he's an excellent cook. I just didn't expect our guest to cook for us this weekend."

"Ah, but as you often remind me, he's not a guest. He's family. That's his loophole, Flynn," he teased his wife. She nuzzled back into the curve of his neck and sighed.

"Oh yes. I do recall that. Then what will I do to pass the time until diner," she openly flirted.

"Geez, do you have to do that here?" Provenza whined. His wife reached over and patted his knee.

"Here?" Andy pretended to fuss. "On my porch, at my house? Hell, yeah, she'll do that here!" Sharon blushed and buried her head against I'm. "I don't have to take this in my own home! Let's go, Sharon. We're outa here!" He pushed her off his lap, grabbed her hand and pretended to storm off, much to his wife's delight. They made for the lake, laughing all the way.

Provenza looked at his wife and winked. "I thought they'd never leave." He moved to the swing and motioned for his wife to join him. "Want to make out on Flynn's swing at Flynn's house?" Patrice threw her head back in laughter.

"Louie, you're so bad."

That evening, they were all treated to an authentic Mexican buffet, made by Julio. He used his late mother's recipes and thought of her at every step. Everyone was delighted, as well as completely surprised. Having been in and out of the kitchen countless times, none of them had noticed any of the ingredients. Julio gave them a shy smile and explained that he'd used the refrigerator in the guest house.

It was an impressive spread. Sharon was right. Julio was an excellent cook. They had their fill of tamales, enchiladas, flautas, and sweet apple empanadas. There were even margaritas, for those so inclined. They took their dessert and drinks into the backyard, where Rusty and Nicole had clearly been hard at work.

There were blankets scattered randomly across the lawn. The trees were glowing with twinkle lights. There was a large, white bed sheet hung from the awning, reaching all the way to the top step, and in the center of the yard was an odd-looking contraption with a cord connected to an iPad.

Nicole and Rusty stood ready to play hosts. They invited the others to find a spot to sit. Andy led Sharon to the large blanket near the center of the lawn. The grandsons joined them there. Provenza and is wife chose a pair of chairs off to the side. The others scattered and got comfortable.

Rusty did something on his iPad, and a picture sprung to life, projected onto the large bed sheet. There before them were images dating as far back as any could remember. Pictures of both Sharon and Andy, back to their childhoods, flashed against the improvised screen. More followed of Emily and Ricky, Nicole and Drew, and the few they had of Rusty. There were photos of Sam and Seth, and one of Ricky with Holly, taken for their engagement. Following those were several taken over the last year. They had come together as often as they were able to support Andy and Sharon after the accident that had robbed her briefly of her sight. That period too was chronicled on the screen.

Andy pulled his wife impossibly close during those shots, so grateful to have made it through that frightening period. They were obviously taken during the time when she couldn't see, yet if you were unaware of the issue, you wouldn't have noticed.

Finally, there were a few pictures, mostly candid, of the two of them alone, unaware they were being photographed, and finally one of all of them taken just weeks ago at Easter. Then a caption appeared on the screen. "Thank you for this family, Sharon. Happy Mother's Day!"

As the film came to an end, all those gathered clapped and sent up a cheer of "Happy Mother's Day!" to Sharon, as well as Nicole and Patrice. Drew raised his glass and proudly proclaimed "To Sharon. Happy Mother's Day!" Sharon simply sat still, sniffing suspiciously, and shaking her head in disbelief.

Andy tucked his head into the curve of her neck and whispered, "I told you so. It's all down to you, Sweetheart."

She would never understand it. No matter how often her husband told her the same thing, she could never claim responsibility for bringing their family into being. It seemed more organic than that. There was no maneuvering on her part. They had just loved and given and been available to all of them, and in return they had received this incredible gift. These children, who had no obligation other than simple civility toward each other, made the choice-and it was a choice, a conscious decision- to accept each other, to forgive the failings of the past and look ahead. They were the ones who brought them all together. All she did was go to a wedding.

"It's you," she uttered, to all and to no one. Andy gave her hands a squeeze where they were joined. She was instantly pulled from her thoughts, and looked at him, somewhat stunned. Shaking he head she restated, more firmly, "It's you. It's all of you." She looked around at those dearest to her in all the world. "Your dad and I got together, decided to spend our lives together. You all didn't have to do this. We were just happy you were polite to each other. Never in our wildest imaginations could we have foreseen this. You all stepped up. You took a chance on one another. You accepted each other. You all did that."

She rose slowly from her place on the blanket, walked to the picnic table, and took a glass. Turning to once again face the others, she raised her glass high and said, "To you all! To us!"

They look at her and then around at those assembled. She wasn't wrong. They had stepped up and reached out. Some had taken a little longer than others, but eventually they had all come around. Because of her example. But they'd never manage to convince her of that. And that was fine. It was who she was. And so, they raised their glasses in response, "To us!"

After the sun had made its final descent behind the mountain, and all had been cleared away, they all headed inside for the night. Ricky and Holly made their way to the guest house while the others scattered inside the cabin. Provenza and his wife headed to bed, as did Nicole and her family. The young folks decided to sit up for a while.

Andy and Sharon decided on a bath. It was their favorite way to close out the day. Soft music, candlelight and lavender scented water soothed their bodies. Their minds were already quite at peace.

Sharon angled her body, resting her cheek against her husband's broad chest and sighed.

"It was a perfect Mother's Day, Andy. Having all of the kids here together. I'm sorry Nicole won't be with Sandra, but I'm awfully glad she and Howard are with his mother this weekend." She chuckled. Andy stroked her hair, which clung to her face in the humidity of the room.

"Well, he's lucky his mother is still alive. It's nice they could be here with us."

"How is it," she asked, "that of all the Mother's Days I've had with Emily and Ricky, this one with all our kids and grandkids is my favorite?"

"We work so hard to raise our kids, make it up to them when we screw up, in my case. We see them through braces, break ups, and the rest. I think it just feels good to see them all grown, happy and healthy and to know, despite all the mistakes, they turned out okay."

She tightened his arms where they reacted around her and smiled.

"That they did. Thank you for my Mother's Day, Andy." She reached around and cupped his chin, drawing his lips to her own. "I think I'm ready to go to bed," she husked against his lips.

The second Sunday in May dawned cool and clear. Outside it was a chilly morning, the sun peeking out over the mountain. Inside, it was anything but cold.

Sharon and Andy spent the early dawn in much the same way they had passed the evening before-limbs tangled, breaths quick and heavy, bodies pressed together in the twisted sheets. No, it was anything but cold.

The shower they shared later did nothing to dampen the flames. When the water began to cook, a welcome sensation to their bodies, they stepped out of the tub and dried one another. As their pulses slowed, their touches went from arousing to adoring. Andy cradled her face in his large hands, kissed her softly and said,

"Happy Mother's Day, Sweetheart." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed close against him, kissing him one more.

" Thank you, Andy. It's been a perfect weekend. The best Mother's Day ever." He stood back and regarded her with an amused look on his face.

"Oh, none of that was my gift to you. Last night was all the kids' doing. I haven't given you my gift yet," he explained. She shook her head and leaned it against his chest.

"Andy, it's been more than enough, much more. Believe me, I'm feeling the love!" He squeezed her tight against him.

"Well, get ready. There's more where that came from!" He tightened the towel around his waist and kissed the tip of her nose playfully.

"Now, you get dressed and ready for the day, then follow instructions. There are rules for today, Mrs. Flynn, rules."

Her eyes grew wide and sparkled with amusement. She shook her head and laughed.

"I do love the rules!" He turned and headed toward the outer room to dress and called over his shoulder,

"I know you do!"

While his wife saw to her hair and makeup in the bathroom, Andy quickly dressed and reached into his nightstand for the checklist he had prepared. There was a lot to do to get ready and his wife would not enjoy being kept in the dark for long.

When Sharon emerged from the bathroom, hair and makeup completed but still wrapped in her towel, she was greeted by the sight of her bedroom transformed. There were fresh flowers placed on almost every available surface. The bed had been made and on top was a tray, complete with breakfast and more flowers. Oh, Andy.

A soft, plush robe was spread across the foot of the bed. She had intended to get dressed and head to the kitchen, but apparently breakfast in bed was the plan. She dropped the towel and traded it for the robe, then crawled in to the bed to examine the tray.

She found a plate with just one pancake, of course. Bacon, from a man who didn't eat meat, and fresh fruit. There was also juice and coffee. She stood, picked up her tray, and carried it over to the chair at the far side of the room. It was situated by the large window which provided a view of the lake. She sat, tucked into her meal, and enjoyed watching the day unfold.

As she began stacking her dishes, something about the tray underneath caught her attention. She cleared the dishes and set them on the nearby nightstand then returned to the window and picked up the tray. Holding it up to the light streaming in from the outside, she found dozens of images of her grandson, some taken with their parents, some with herself and Andy, and several of the boys alone. They were candid shots, captured at the park or the beach, or at their many family gatherings. Each had been trimmed and decoupaged on the surface of the tray. She ran her fingers across their precious faces. It was exquisite.

Sharon gathered her breakfast dishes and placed them on the tray. She went toward the door, intent on taking them to the kitchen. A note on her door, however, stopped her. Lifting her hand, she removed the sheet of paper, pulling it close enough to read. It was a neat, slanting scrawl, feminine. Emily's.

"Good morning and Happy Mother's Day. Leave your tray at the door and follow the prompts found on the flip side. Relax and enjoy." She smiled and wondered, What are they up to now?

She turned the note over and her brows lifted, further intrigued.

iPod on the dresser. Find the playlist labeled "Us" and enjoy.

Finish getting dressed. There's a garment bag in the armoire. Take your time.

When you're ready, join us in the backyard.

Sharon took her to do list and walked to the dresser. Sure enough, Andy's iPod was resting there with a sticky note attached, which read Play me. She chuckled as she found the playlist listed in the note and set it to play. She knew the first song well. They had danced together for the first time at Nicole's wedding, and this was the song. She smiled at the memory. She fairly floated as she crossed the room to the old armoire. They had come across it earlier that spring on a trip up the coast. It was a solid, well-built piece in a dark, rich oak, and seemed a perfect match to the pieces in their room.

She opened the double doors and found the aforementioned garment bag, with the label of one of her preferred LA boutiques emblazoned on the front. Her brows raised at that. She lowered the zipper to reveal hints of lavender and cream. She reached out to trail her fingers along the silky fabric. Good stuff. Luxurious textures. Very nice.

There was more than one piece. The top was a cream-colored silk, almost like a chemise with flowing sleeves. The fabric was cool and soft against her skin. It was trimmed by a thicker border of champagne silk studded with tiny pearls.

The skirt was in the same cream-colored fabric, also bordered in shimmering folds. A wrap of soft lavender silk, she would drape about her shoulders.

She finished dressing and reveled in the feel of silk against her skin. Next to her small jewelry case she found a small box affixed with another sticky note. Try me. Nestled inside she found a gold chain adorned with a Celtic knot, a diamond resting in its center. A match for the earrings Andy had given her for Christmas. Too much.

A pair of simple nude wedges completed the look. When she was satisfied with her reflection in the full-length mirror standing in the corner, she made for the door again. She opened it and peered out into the hall. A soft jingling was heard and when she looked, she saw a cluster of bells tied around the doorknob. What of Earth?

She ventured into the living room and found it empty. No sign of life. Sharon could, however, hear music playing. If she wasn't mistaken, it was the same song left playing in the bedroom. As she followed the sound toward the back of the house, she found her grandsons standing on either side of the double doors leading onto the back porch. Both boys were dressed in matching shirts of lavender, and khaki shorts. They beamed up at her as she looked them over.

"Don't you boys look handsome this morning? Do you know where everyone is?" She reached forward to touch their faces. Sam smiled up at her and replied,

"Everyone is out back, Grandma." Not to be outdone, little Seth stepped forward and presented Sharon with a small nosegay of tightly packed flowers.

"Happy Mother's Day, Grandma. These are for you," he said, just as rehearsed. Sharon grinned widely at her boys, so dear to her heart.

"Thank you, my sweethearts."

Sam stepped forward; his arm crooked like Andy had shown him.

"Come with me, Grandma." She had never seen him so pleased and proud, this little man. She looped her free arm through his and allowed him to escort her. Seth opened the door and waited for them to pass before closing it again and stepping up beside them.

As Sharon took in the lawn, her eyes grew wide with surprise and a little confusion. What was all this? Her family, which included Julio and the Provenzas, were gathered at the base of the steps. The same music playing from the iPod could be heard in the yard. There were flowers everywhere. Her children, all of them, stood together beaming. Nicole leaned back into her husband's embrace. Ricky and Holly were positioned much the same. Emily, Rusty and Drew stood opposite the others, looking quite pleased with themselves. Her team members were gathered across from Andy, who waited at the base of the steps.

The boys guided her down the stairs to her waiting husband. Andy extended his hand to her as she neared him. She accepted it, and as he leaned in to kiss her cheek she asked,

"Andy, what is happening?" She was feeling a little overwhelmed by having all eyes on her. This wasn't her squad room. She didn't want the attention. Andy clasped her hand securely in his own and looked at her with such affection.

"Sweetheart, it's Mother's Day. We wanted to give you something special. The last year was, well it was hell. We may have been together, well, most of us. Our memories of last year are difficult, just like yours. Everything, even the good, was tinged with a sadness, because you couldn't see any of it. Easter, our wedding, your birthday, Mother's Day." He paused to collect his thoughts. He had prepared what he wanted to say, but not for the emotions it would stir up. The memories brought a lot of feelings to the surface.

Rusty stepped forward and picked up where Andy had left off.

"So, we're having a do over. All today." Andy cleared his throat and continued.

"And that includes a wedding." Sharon's head snapped toward him.

"What?" Surely, she had misunderstood him. He grinned and squeezed her hand again.

"You heard me. We are renewing our vows, Sharon. Hardly anyone was with us that day and you were so hurt. You were bruised and broken, in more ways than one. It was a bittersweet day, Sweetheart. That's not how we should remember our wedding day."

Sharon looked at him as if he'd suddenly grown an extra head. She turned her gaze on those around them.

They all looked at her with such joyful, expectant faces. They were all in on it. How had they even pulled this off? She looked again at her husband, looking so handsome in his tan summer suit, complete with a lavender shirt and tie. He worked every day to let her know she was loved and asked only for her love in return. He had obviously put so much work into making this happen. If this is what made him happy, what made him feel loved, then how could she deny him?

"Shall we have a wedding?" came a new voice. Sharon spun on her heel to find Mark James, Holly's father, standing on the porch. He had officiated at their small ceremony a year ago, and had been such a friend and counselor to the both of them since. She looked at him, a question in her eyes.

"Sacramento got boring pretty quickly," he said, cocking his eyebrow. "What do you say?"

Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she looked at her husband and said,

"I say, let's get married, again."

There followed a steady stream of sniffles, tears, kisses and much laughter. There was a renewal of vows and new declarations made.

"I have wanted you since I first saw those legs. I have needed you since I first caught a whiff of your perfume. I have loved you since I first held you as we danced at Nic's wedding." He closed with "I thought surely my best days were behind me. But then you showed up, convinced me I wasn't beyond repair, provided a bridge between me and my kids, and shared with me your own. Now, I know surely, that my best days lie ahead."

Sharon had known nothing of his plans and thus, had nothing prepared. She thought on his vows and responded.

"I thought my heart had definitely reached its "best by" date. I had already had my shot at "happily ever after" and blown it in spectacular fashion. Then you showed up, tested my patience, annoyed the living hell out of me," garnering belly laughs all around, "and wormed your way into my heart." She grew more serious. "You showed me I wasn't beyond repair, provided insight to help my kids' complicated feelings about their respective parents, and shared your own beautiful children with me. You strive every day to make me feel loved. And every day, I do."

A luncheon, complete with cake and punch, was enjoyed by all. A toast was offered by Rusty, who brought his parents to tears again, with references to "the kid of mom I've always longed for and the dad I never had."

The last surprise of the afternoon was a ring. Andy had chosen a simple, understated band of antique silver, which matched the ring he'd given her last year. Set into the band were a ring of tiny, glittering diamonds. It was all too much, but he wouldn't hear it.

As it was actually Mother's Day, Nicole and Patrice were also honored by their husbands and Nicole was pampered by her boys. It was a celebration, and a weekend to remember.

Music continued throughout the afternoon and into the evening. They enjoyed dance after dance, as well as breaks spent mingling with their family. Hugs were exchanged and pictures were taken. Memories were made. Andy was right. Seeing them, having them all together, made all the difference. It wasn't just for the two of them. They were, all of them, a part of this family.

Julio, Drew, Ricky and Holly left them Sunday evening. Each of them needed to be at work in the morning. While Jeff and Nicole left to spend a few child-free days in San Bernardino, their boys were overjoyed to be staying behind with their grandparents.

After most everyone had departed Monday, Andy and Provenza enjoyed their coffee on the back porch. It was still early, but looked like it was shaping up to be a grey day. Andy sipped carefully at his coffee, stretched his legs in front of him and crossed them at the ankles, and sighed in contentment. If Provenza had ever doubted his old partner would be happy in his retirement, he didn't anymore. He'd imagined his friend would be bore to tears in under six months, but the old son of a gun looked completely and disgustingly happy. He could only hope the same for himself now that had retired too.

"I'm gonna take a walk around the lake," Andy said as he stood. "Come on, old man. You can join me."

Provenza gave him an incredulous look and replied "No, I most certainly cannot. No more hikes for me," he huffed. Andy looked toward the house and back to his partner, his voice lower.

"The boys want to camp out tonight, in the tent. I'd like to have a look around, see if out friend in the woods has been back. Come with me." Something about his tone caused a shift in Provenza's attitude. He considered his friend's words, and the meaning behind them and said, "Sure. Fine. Let's take a walk."

As they hiked the perimeter of the lake, they discussed what Julio had quietly shared about the campsite he'd stumbled across over the weekend. It was more than just a simple lean to in the woods, or fish bones by the water. There were also carcasses of small animals, burned and exsanguinated, scattered on the ground. Not eaten, simply killed. Perhaps for the sake of killing. Or perhaps not. It was enough to disturb Julio, and that was telling.

The sky grew heavy and darkened, like the foreboding feeling in the woods. It was probably some teenager hiding out, up to no good, smoking and drinking. But those animals, that was troubling. That was how monsters got their start.

Upon their return, a heavy mist had begun to fall. The men had decided to keep to themselves their thoughts about what they'd seen. The animal remains were still there, but there was no new trash, indicating their visitor probably hadn't yet been back. Geez, thought Andy. We moved out of the city, all the way out here to avoid this kind of thing. They would walk the same path in the mornings to come, and keep an eye on the situation.

The rain started to fall. Perhaps they could put off their campout. At least for today.

The boys were disappointed about the campout, until their grandpa suggested a camp-in. While the kids worked puzzles with the lieutenant and his wife, Sharon and Andy prepared lunch. The rains outside covered the sound of their voices as they worked in the kitchen.

"You want to tell me how you managed to get the lieutenant to go for a walk in the woods this morning? Or what it was you were really up to out there?" She looked at him, challenging.

He knew she wouldn't be able to let it go. Hell, he hadn't either. There was no way to not tell her about what they'd see beyond the trees. His hands stilled at the counter as he paused a beat. When he resumed his task, he worked slowly, more deliberately. Breathing deeply, he recounted to her what they had found and the concerns they shared. While he'd rather not frighten her, he could never lie to her, and he did want her to take extra caution. She walked around the lake almost daily, usually with him, but occasionally alone. With the boys staying with them during the summer, they would have to keep a watchful eye on the environs.

Maybe it was thirty years of police work, of seeing the worst mankind could offer. He was probably overreacting. But maybe not. Either way, it would bear watching and remaining vigilant.

That evening, the boys bedded down in the living room, sleeping bags and all. After hot dogs for dinner, popcorn roasted on the stove top, and smores prepared by Grandma Sharon, they tucked in for the night. Andy joined them on the floor, and even Provenza agreed to stay -on the couch.

By midnight, unable to sleep alone, Sharon slipped into the living room, led by the light from her phone. Seeing the boys sleeping soundly, she stifled a laugh and snapped a few pictures to show the others. Moving closer to the center of the room, she noticed her husband's eyes were open. She crept closer still and dropped to crouch at his side.

"Hey. Can't sleep?" she whispered. He reached up and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. He shook his head.

"Nah. Not without you. What are you doing up? Can't sleep?" She grinned.

"Nah. Not without you," she chuckled.

Andy found the edge of his blanket, raised it and said, "Care to join me?"

She raised her eyebrows and tucked her lower lip under her teeth, nodding. With that ,she crawled in next to him, her back to his chest, spoon style. He drew the blanket down around them both, and folded his arm around her. Instantly, they settled. It was a wonderful weekend and the coming months promised a marvelous summer. Their boys would join them for much of it. There would be food and fun and laughter and love. This was their Heaven on Earth.

A stillness fell over the cabin. The night had cooled again, but inside it was warm and inviting. Provenza snored away on the couch. The boys were sprawled on the floor, arms and legs sticking out of their sleeping bags. Sharon and Andy were wrapped together, finally sleeping. The stars watched over them all as they slept in Heavenly peace.

The End

The fourth and fifth installments to this series-"Burn" and "A Man Like You"- are finished, and will be posted shortly. Thanks so much for reading.