A/N Thank you so much for the reviews. I really appreciate them! There is one chapter and an epilogue left!

Joshy sat on his bed, obviously upset. Mary sat next to her little boy.

"Joshy, what's wrong?"

"I don't want you to marry Daddy."

"Why not? I thought you liked him?"

"I do. But why does everything have to change?" He faced her and held her cheeks in his small hands. "You said it was me and you against the world."

Mary smiled at her boy. "I did say that, didn't I?"

"You said when we moved here that nothing would change."

She hugged him tightly. "Things are just happening too fast for you, aren't they?"

He nodded his head sadly. She slowly rocked him. "I'm sorry. I'll tell Danny we need to slow down, okay?"

He nodded again. A knock on the door caused them to turn and see Mr. McCoy in the doorway.

"Sorry, you two. Mary, Danny had to get to work. Ed called."

Mary looked at her watch. "Oh shoot. I need to go too. Has Sarah shown up yet?"

"The babysitter? Yeah, but I gave her the day off. I thought I'd take Joshy to the job site, if that's okay with you?"

"Sure. You want to hang out with Grandpa today?" Joshy nodded excitedly. "Alright sweetie. Be good." She kissed his forehead and left, kissing Mr. McCoy's cheek on the way out.

"Alright, buddy, you ready to go?"

"Yes Grandpa."

LAS VEGAS

They arrived at the construction site only slightly late and were greeted by the foreman. Mr. McCoy took the time to show Joshy all the equipment, telling all the stories he could remember about Danny as a child helping in the business.

They went into the trailer for lunch and Mr. McCoy decided to ask the question that had been bothering him all morning.

"Joshy," He began, "why did you run off this morning?"

The boy picked at his food. "Was daddy mad?"

"No. But you confused him."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa. But everything's changing."

"It's too fast for you, isn't it?"

Joshy hid his head sadly.

"That's interesting. It seems awful slow to me."

"Huh?"

Mr. McCoy pulled a picture out of his wallet and showed it to Joshy.

"Who's this?"

"That is your mommy and daddy. They were about four when that picture was taken."

"My age?"

"Yep. Your mommy and daddy first met when they were two years old. Your two grandmas were best friends and your mommy lived right down the street. They were always together and after your Grandma Connell died, Grandma McCoy was like a mother to your mommy."

He reached behind himself and pulled another photo off the corkboard. He handed it to Joshy.

"That is their first day of junior high school. Grandma McCoy had died that summer and it was very hard on both of them, but they just became better and better friends. Your Grandpa Connell left Vegas three years later and your mommy came to live with us."

He grabbed one more picture, framed on his desk, and gave it to Joshy.

"This is the prom."

"They look so happy."

"Your mommy looked so pretty in her dress. Your daddy bought it for her. He worked every weekend and lots of nights to pay for it. It was so important to him that she have the perfect dress."

Joshy looked at the three pictures. His parents looked so happy in each one.

"What happened?"

"You'll have to ask them. I thought, and hoped, that they'd get married after high school graduation, go to college here in Vegas, and that your daddy would take over this," he motioned to the site around them, "the family business. I was wrong. But I never stopped hoping."

Joshy gazed at his Grandpa. "Will you teach me?"

"Of course. You're family." Mr. McCoy hugged him tightly. "You ready to go check the ditches?"

Joshy bobbed his head vigorously and they left the trailer to head back to work.