The next weekend, Eddie and Jamie arrived for family dinner at the Reagan home. They were eager to talk to Danny and see if he had any news about the florist. Danny caught their attention and pulled them aside before dinner.

"I did a little digging. It seems the deliveryman working at your wedding had contacts with a pawn shop in New York," said Danny. "It looks your father was trying to get something from the pawn shop, maybe a brooch? But the delivery guy didn't know your father wasn't going to be at the wedding. I guess he was trying to sell the brooch to your dad."

"Hmmm." Eddie didn't know what else to say.

"Well, I think that's the end of that. I'm satisfied that's all there is," said Danny, squeezing Eddie's arm as he headed towards the kitchen. "I've got to check the casserole in the oven."

Jamie paused, looking at Eddie. "Does that story make sense to you?" he asked, wrinkling his forehead.

"Well, my dad pawned some things when he got into financial trouble," Eddie said. "My mom did have a brooch that meant a lot to her. I'm guessing that he wanted to buy it back, maybe for me, or my mom. What are the odds that he would find the same brooch?"

Jamie tried to cheer her up. "Well, maybe it's the thought that counts?" He winced. It would be just like her dad to try to spin a deal with a pawn shop while in prison. "Well, that must have been a special brooch. Tell me about it."

"Oh, I don't know," Eddie started, then paused. "No, that's not true," she admitted. "I remember it vividly. The brooch was a bouquet of yellow and white flowers, with diamonds. I always loved it. That's why I chose yellow and white flowers for our wedding."

"Well, the brooch was just a brooch," Jamie said, trying to console her. "The memory is what's important, and that memory lived on through the beautiful wedding flowers." He decided not to bring up her father again, but he made a mental note about Eddie's sentiment for yellow and white flowers.

"Hey, maybe we can have dinner with your mom next weekend and look at wedding photos," said Jamie.

"Thanks, but I'm not sure I'm up for that," Eddie said, shaking her head. Her mother was still as feisty as ever, although she had softened to Jamie and his family. "Maybe some other time."

The days passed and there had been no further questions about the wedding florist or Eddie's dad. Eddie kept herself busy by making copies of Reagan family photos and journaling stories about the photos. She loved hearing Jamie talk about his family, especially his mother and brother, Joe. She realized what tremendous loss the Reagan family had endured.

Eddie and Jamie sat at their coffee table as they pored through boxes of old photographs. "What about this photo? What happened here?" Eddie asked, pointing to a photo of a young Jamie, his arm wrapped in a bandage. It looked like a serious injury.

"I was around five, I think. Danny was a lot bigger and older than me, and he'd get rough. I learned to fight back, that's why I'm a good fighter," Jamie said in jest. "But really, Danny thought he could pull me in a wagon with his bicycle. Obviously, a poorly executed idea. I took a spill, hit my nose and scraped by arm on the sidewalk. My nose bled, it was a mess. And my arm was scraped pretty badly. I hurt like crazy!"

"Oooh," Eddie said sympathetically, with a touch of sarcasm. "Well, good thing you survived your childhood."

Jamie laughed. "I remember, it did hurt. Seriously, that could have ended very badly. My brothers were always trying new ideas on me, like a test dummy!"

Eddie jotted down some notes as she began to craft the story. "So what happened? What did your mom and dad do?"

"Well, it looked worse than it was. First, Mom tried to wash my arm herself. I remember screaming, I thought she was making it worse. She took me to our family doctor. And you know what? Danny got scared when he saw I was hurt, so he took off!"

Eddie shook her head. "He left you there, bleeding?"

"Mmm-hmmm. Joe helped me up and Erin ran to get Mom."

"That sounds like Erin," Eddie laughed. "See, now that's a great story. It would be great to capture these stories for future generations." Eddie paused, adding softly, "Especially stories of your mom and brother."

"Future generations?" Jamie asked, raising his eyebrows. "As in kids, and grandkids?"

"Yeah, well, Nicky may have kids someday," she winked, checking out Jamie's reaction. Eddie knew that Jamie would make a great father.

"Well, if we had any kids, they would be lucky to have your beauty, inside and out," Jamie told her, looking into her eyes. "And I hope they have your spirit." He paused, wistfully thinking that he wished his mother and Joe had gotten to know Eddie.

"Well, Jameson Reagan," Eddie chided. "Any offspring would be very lucky to inherit your good looks, intelligence and integrity. You're quite a package!"

"Maybe not the Reagan stubbornness, though?" Jamie laughed. "Or our propensity to argue at each other!"

"Well, I think those might be learned behaviors," Eddie noted.