Linda and Henry stood in the kitchen, looking at the large turkey.

"That's a big bird," Linda said.

"Go easy on the stuffing. I couldn't sleep a wink last year," Henry said, getting the stool out.

"That's funny I remember you snoring on the couch like a mule."

Linda replied.

"Don't be a wisenheimer," Henry said

"Here, let me help you get down the turkey plater," Henry said

"Oh, Henry, not the platter." Linda winded.

"I'll have you know the platter was a gift to this family from Eleanor Roosevelt," Henry said, passing the platter.

"No, allegedly, it was a gift from Eleanor Roosevelt to the family in Yonkers whose yard sale you bought it at." Linda corrected.

"Just for that, I'll leave it to Erin or Ally in my will." Henry threatened.

"Promises, promises," Linda said there was a knock on the back door.

"It's open," Henry called.

Greg opened the door with arms full of groceries. Linda ran over and grabbed a bag.

"Here, let me help you. Thanks for doing this, we didn't have time to get everything and pick up the turkey at the same time." Greg smiled, setting the bags down.

"Do you need any help I'm off today." Henry and Linda shared a look. "Unless I'm invading, I understand if this is a family only thing."

Linda laughed.

"No, it's just no one asked to help with the prep. They only like helping on the day of Thanksgiving. Can you cook." Linda asked Greg looked at the large bird.

"I have a degree in Chemistry and dabbled with a few things but nothing in the area of Thanksgiving," Greg said.

"Heavens, why not," Henry asked.

"My family is Norwegian, so we didn't celebrate Thanksgiving with traditional food. When I was older, I always worked it so those with families could have off." Henry walked over and rubbed his shoulder.

"Well, you have one now." Greg smiled.

"Not so fast, he still has to marry Alison." Linda pointed out.

"Believe me. I want to marry her as soon as possible." Henry smiled. "But with this family's schedule, it's hard. I don't want to push her." Greg said, shaking his head, Henry smiled.

"Don't worry; she will be fine with time. Now enough talk, lets cook."

Greg was making the apple pie filling while Linda made the chocolate. Henry was brushing the Turkey with butter.

"Go easy on the butter. Isn't it one of those things you're supposed to avoid." Linda asked.

"I don't know. I lost that list." Henry said.

"So, what do you do." Greg asked.

"Basically, if something tasted good, then I probably shouldn't eat it." Henry explained, making Greg laugh.

"The Boys are so excited about tomorrow," Linda said.

"Yeah, it's always been my favorite holiday. No presents, no pressure, just wonderful food, and family.

What's not to love." Henry said.

"Sound amazing." Greg said around a mouth full of Apple.

"Am I supposed to put a whole teaspoon of vanilla in here of half?" Linda asked.

"Use a whole; I love vanilla." Henry said.

"You got it." Linda said, adding it. Henry tried to lift the turkey, but it was too heavy for him.

"Here, let me get that." Greg said picking the pan up. "Linda, can you get the fridge door." Linda stood up, walking with him over to the fridge.

"So, Henry, while all the boys are outside playing football. Why don't you and I have that chess rematch you've been avoiding. Get me out of that football game. Greg, if your repeat that, you can't marry Alison."

Linda said as Greg slide the turkey in the fridge.

"I wouldn't…" He was cut off by Henry, letting out a pained gasp.

They turned around, seeing him grab his arm and start to faultier. Greg ran over and caught him, gently lowering him to the ground while Linda tried to get him to talk.

Greg stood next to Linda while they waited for news.

Greg looked over and spotted Frank coming toward them. He tapped Linda on the arm. She turned and walked over to Frank, giving him a hug.

"How is he." He asked Linda took a deep breath before delivering the news.

"They think it was a heart attack." Frank nodded.

"Is he…is he okay." Frank asked.

"He is for now." Linda reassured him. "and they're running tests. He's in there." She pointed to the room. "The uh the doctor said she'd update us in a… couple of minutes."

"What happened." Frank asked, looking between Linda and Greg.

"We were in the kitchen. We were getting the turkey ready and he just…" She stopped.

"I had to catch him, Frank." Greg said Linda nodded.

"I just I don't think of him as venerable like that."

Linda said Frank gave her a hug and nodded his thanks to Greg. Before heading into the room. Greg waited outside, giving them privacy while the doctor gave them an update. Greg was pacing the hallway when he glanced up, spotting Alison walking toward him. Her arms were pulled tight around her body. He ran over to her. He reached out to pull her into his arm then stopped. The image of her hiding in the cabinet filling his mind. His arm dropped to sides.

"He is alright for now. They're about to take him in for surgery." Greg said reassuring her. She nodded. She wasn't shaking, but her eyes were lost. "Are you alright." He asked tilting her chin up. "You can talk to me." She gave a small smile.

"Thanks." She said, her voice small.

"You can lean on me. I'm not going anywhere." She moved forward, hugging him. Greg gently grabbed his arms around her.

"I probably will over the next few days." She paused looking up at him her eyes watery. "I'm afraid I'll freeze up." Greg brushed some hair out her face.

"We will take it slow."

After the surgery, they all went into the room. Greg wasn't going to go with them, but Alison pulled him with her. They all stood around the bed. Greg had his arms wrapped around Alison tight. He leaned over so she could hear him over the music she was listening to.

"Don't look at the monitor; look at Henry. Don't listen to the beeping; listen to my voice. This beeping is a good thing. It's not going to stop; it is not your heart. You are here with your family the day before Thanksgiving. You will handle this like you do when visiting victims at the hospital." Alison nodded.

Alison stood at the side of the room while the family set everything up.

"Al, can you grab that chair." Jamie called out. When she didn't move, he called out to her again.

"I got it." Greg said, grabbing the chair.

"You alright." Erin asked, walking over to her.

"What uh yeah, I'm fine." Erin opened her mouth to say something, but Franks's voice could be heard down the hallway, listing off all the times a Reagan mist Thanksgiving. He would, of course, leave one off the list, not wanting to bring it up. He rounded the corner, pushing Henry in a wheelchair. The family called out they're well wishes, and the great-grandkids ran over to hand hugged, Henry. When they were all seated, Frank smiled.

"It ain't the Reagan dining room, but under the circumstances…" He smiled over at his dad.

"I know this isn't home, but a little bit of home cant be with us." Linda said.

"My turkey platter." Henry smiled at the plate she was holding up for him to see.

"It's nice to see you smile again, Grandpa." Erin said from her side of the table.

"That's…Just the drugs talking." Herny waved her off.

"Yeah, well, thanksgiving wouldn't have been the same without you, Gramps." Danny smiled over at him.

" Glad you could make it Pop's" Henry took a deep breath.

"If it's okay with you guys, I'd like to say grace. Heavenly Father, on this Thanksgiving Day, we give pause to give thanks to you for your many blessings. For Linda and Greg." He smiled over at them. "For this food which we are about to receive from your bounty for your love to the doctors and all those less fortunate in the season of giving and for those who opened there door to them, and for the loving family at this table." He winked at Greg and Alison. "Amen."