A/N: Yes I know I said in the first chapter they were meeting Papa and Nana Olaf, that is why the second chapter is up, so Sara can have a little heart to heart with Papa Olaf. Enjoy.
Meeting Greg's family wasn't that big of deal.
Meeting all of Greg's family was a different story, so many Sanders and Olaf's and other last names she had no idea of in one room was way too much for her.
That's why she was on the way out of the kitchen, out the back door and out into the crisp night.
Her breath twirled up into the night, and the fresh air seemed to cool her.
"I know their a bit overwhelming" scared the hell out of her, causing her to jump a foot, turning to see the culprit, was a little nervous that it was Papa Olaf.
"I'm related to them, and some how every year I sneak out here to wood a wood, care to join me?" Sara looked him up and down, finally deciding that he was no harm, she sat down in a nearby chair, and watched him work, by the amount of wood on the floor, and the shape the creature was taking, he'd been out here a while. The man had talent, it was slowly beginning to resemble a unicorn.
"I really do apologize for not coming to the wedding but me and missus aren't eighteen anymore, and the damn arthritis keeps coming and going"
"No don't worry about it, you got our tape didn't you? And thank you for the money, but we really didn't need it"
"Nonsense every new married couple needs money, wish I had gotten that money back then, but the past is the past, so tell me, was he what you expected?"
Her gaze wondered into the house through the glass doors and saw him playing with his nieces, nephews and smaller cousins, they all were laughing as Greg acted something out. And her heart skipped a beat.
"He's everything and more"
"A big kid, never really grew up the poor fellow" a chunk of wood fell to the floor with a soft thud.
"I think that's what makes him more charming" she wrung her fingers together, her back stiff, she couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of hidden test to see if she really was good enough for Greg.
"He's my grandson and I love him to death, but he annoys the hell out of me sometimes, they all do" Sara let out a little airy laugh.
"Jesus child, your not being interrogating your stiffer than a board, relax" he told her and somehow his words convinced her it was okay to relax.
"You seem to make him happy" he continued
"I really don't know how I do it" she admitted
"By loving him, that's all a person every wants is to be loved"
"I have to ask you something" she felt like an idiot answering this but she felt that she could trust him.
"Am I on some kind of test, ever since I got here, I've been under a microscope, everyone looking at me like I look a specimens through a microscope"
"Some have tests, others just cant see how Greg snagged you, sorry but your nothing like we would have figured our little Greg would have married"
"None taken"
"But if you love each other, everyone else will have to deal with it, there are only two people in a relationship, not an entire family" Sara nodded watching for a few moments as the shape of the horse came out in greater detail.
"Where did you learn to carve like that?"
"Had to do something on the boat over here" he smiled and for a second she saw his eye twinkle
"Would you do it all over again?" if her questions were getting too personal, she assumed that he would stop her.
"You bet your ass I would, you would want me too, if I had protested, Greg would have been born over there and not here, you two would never have met"
"What about destiny and the stars aligning and soul mates?"
"That's rubbish, fate I believe because it gave me Elisa and it was all worth it to bring Eleanor into the world"
"I don't know if I could do that"
"Sure you could, if it was for the right reasons, and for the person you loved"
Papa Olaf watched as her hand went to her stomach and her gaze drifted into the house, watching her husband. He knew she would do it.
His hand was cramping, and his bones were tired, time to go to bed. Surprisingly the wood was pretty much done, so he finished it while the woman beside him sat staring into the night, rubbing her hand over her abdomen, chances were she didn't even know she was doing it.
"I know this may sound kinda weird but what do I call you?" she said into the darkness, casting a casual glance in his direction
"Well that is a very good question, why not Papa Olaf?"
"That seems a bit weird, cause I'm not exactly family"
"You married into to this family, so yes you are family"
"But"
"Child, I'm so old, I cant even remember my first name, Papa Olaf will have to do"
"Okay"
"Good, now I must confess that I'm tireder than a man after eating a Christmas dinner" he picked off the last stray piece of wood, and folded up his knife as he stood. She began to stand, as well and he motioned her to sit down.
"Back in the day, it was customary for the gentleman to stand when the woman was leaving not the other way around" she sat back down
"Here take this, consider a baby gift" he held out his hand and she took the now finished unicorn, running her fingers over the smooth wood.
"Thank you….Papa Olaf" the words somehow didn't seem as weird as she thought they would.
"We'll talk in the morning, but please remind me to tell you about the story about Greg and his dislike of pants"
"Sure thing"
She sat there gently rocking back and forth, the temperature dropping slowly, but she didn't seem to mind, she wasn't really thinking she was just sitting there. Her earlier worries of his family not liking her were shot down, they seemed to love her, once they got past the fact that she was completely in love with Greg.
Maybe having a big family was a good thing.
