Short little mid week read. Hope you enjoy!

Andrew Foyle appeared at his father's door early on Thursday morning. "Andrew, this is a surprise," the senior Foyle greeted him with a bright smile, something Andrew hadn't seen for so many years after his mother died but that his father wore more and more often in recent days. He knew it was down to Sam. "Thought I'd come take you to a wedding day breakfast," the younger Foyle said equally cheerfully.

Christopher eyed his son and felt a warmth go over him. Andrew had finally reconciled himself with their plans, his and Sam's. He supposed her recent bout with health had spurred the reconciliation, but Christopher was glad to see it no matter the reason. "Very kind of you," he nodded with another smile. "I'll um, just get my coat?"

As he waited, Andrew looked around the front room of the flat. It certainly had none of the charm or personality... or history of the house in Hastings. In fact, the place was rather dull and Spartan. Pulled from his thoughts as his father reappeared from the back he asked, "you and Sam going to live here or her place?"

"Neither," Christopher replied. "Going back to Hastings. Sam likes the house and I think we'll both be more comfortable there. I'll let her make whatever changes she wants, of course. Probably a bit too much of your mother still there for a new bride."

A pained look shot across Andrew's face but then changed to a melancholy smile. "You'll let me have anything of Mum's that Sam wants to get rid of, please Dad?"

"Of course," Christopher said as the two walked out the door.

The two Foyle men enjoyed a light breakfast, Andrew in deference to his father's lack of appetite and Christopher because he suddenly was feeling a case of disquiet. For once, Andrew understood his father easily. "Not getting nervous, are you Dad?" He enjoyed teasing his father but he was concerned too.

"Perhaps, a bit..." the senior Foyle replied working the inside of his cheek. "Still can't believe she'll have me, I suppose," he admitted.

"Dad, I think it's you she has wanted from the start. She only ever went out with me because you asked her too and then I think she just took pity on me later. You're the one she has always cared for more. "

"Don't think it was quite like that, son. But thank you for trying to buck me up. Just looking in the mirror this morning and can't seem to see what she sees. "

Andrew all but rolled his eyes. "That's because you can't see what anyone sees when they look at you, Dad. All you see is where you feel you've fallen short of the mark. The rest of us see, well... who you really are."

"Mmmm," Christopher growled pensively. "Just that... wull, I've managed to get old along the way, bit worse for wear; looking a little worn. She's getting the short end of the stick, deserves a younger chap who..."

"She deserves a man who will love her and cherish how unique she is, Dad. And that man is you. It's one thing to have good looks and another entirely to have substance. You have both. Can't see where she's getting the short end of anything. And I think you're both getting what you need. I couldn't see it at first, I'll admit. But watching the two of you together... I felt it before, when she was your driver but now, what's between you is so much stronger. This is right, Dad. Right for you and right for her."

Christopher looked at his son appreciatively. "Thank you for that. I um, still not convinced but... thank you."

"Convinced or not, it's too late to back out now, don't you think Dad?"

Giving his inner cheek one last bite, Christopher nodded. "Yup. Wasn't really thinking of backing out, just... all at sea, I suppose."

Andrew couldn't contain the grin that spread across his face. He really never could remember seeing his father quite so flustered.