Steele Dreaming

by Tanya Reed

Disclaimer: I do not own Remington Steele or it's characters.

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"This is it," Laura told the three people trailing her. "This is the room."

"A baby," Lettie commented, "I can't imagine Grace with a baby."

"I can't believe I'm a grandfather."

Laura opened the door and peeked in. A tall blond man turned. When he saw his in-laws, he smiled.

"Come on in. Look, Grace."

Grace was lying in the bed, looking pale but as elegant as ever. "Mom, Dad, girls! Come meet Abigail Laura McKinnon."

Remington, Laura, Lettie, and Sam moved into the room. They hurried over and crowded around the bed. In Grace's arms was a tiny bundle. The baby had her eyes closed and was sleeping peacefully.

"She's beautiful, Grace," Sam said.

Lettie bent and looked at the baby critically. "I think she has Mom's nose."

"Do you want to hold her?" Grace asked, looking at Remington.

"Your mother first."

"Mom?"

"Give me my granddaughter."

As Grace leaned forward, Laura bent and took the tiny person in her arms. A grandchild. She wasn't really old enough to be a grandmother, was she? A dimpled smile lit up Laura's face as the little girl yawned and stretched. She bowed her head to gently kiss Abigail's tiny cheek.

"Welcome to the family, Abigail."

Remington came up behind her and whispered, "Well, Mrs. Steele. What do you think?"

"Look at her, Remington. Look at her! Isn't she the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the temple. He had a way of doing that when he was touched, and Laura had come to love it as another one of his endearing qualities.

"Close, my Laura, but not quite. Not quite," he replied, and Laura laughed-as much from the joy of being alive and having such a wonderful family as any part of the present situation.