Warnings: mentions of character death, very mild language

Daniel held Dallas's hand as they walked up the hill of the cemetery, a bouquet of periwinkles in his other hand. At the top of the hill, a single headstone was there, a few withered roses in front of it. Daniel smiled solemnly as he read the words engraved.

Margaret Elizabeth Carter
April 9, 1921 - June 18, 2016
Mother, Wife, Friend, and Director

Dallas broke the silence after a minute. "Dad, who's that?"

Daniel wiped a tear off his cheek as he swallowed thickly. "That's Peggy Carter. She was a good friend of mine, and…" he paused as Dallas looked up curiously. "She was my first love."

"But I thought you loved Mommy," the six-year-old interjected. "Have you been lying to her?"

Daniel chuckled sadly at his son's naivety. "No, Dal. I loved Peggy, but we didn't work out. But I promise you, I love your mom more than you could ever understand," he reassured.

"But Dad," Dallas said, pointing at the headstone where Peggy's date of birth was engraved. "You're not as old as her, how did you fall in love with someone so old?"

Daniel chuckled once more. "That's a story I'll tell you when you're a little bit older, okay?" Dallas nodded in reply, staring at the headstone and the flowers surrounding it.

The father and son stood there for a few minutes longer, Daniel letting his memories with Peggy wash over him.

He broke the silence after a while. "Can you give me a moment, Dal?" Daniel asked quietly. Dallas nodded, tearing his eyes off of Peggy's grave.

"Bye, Miss Peggy," Dallas said softly, waving at the grave, before walking back to his father's car. Daniel didn't take his eyes off his son until he saw his son was safely strapped into the backseat. He turned his head back to the grave, choking back more tears.

"You would've loved Dallas," Daniel walked up and told the headstone, the rock light under the warmth of the sun. "Hope you're doing okay and kicking ass up there. I miss you." He placed the bouquet of periwinkles right underneath where Margaret Elizabeth Carter's name was engraved.

"Happy birthday, Peg."

This was certainly one of the saddest chapters I've ever written. I like the idea of Daisy and Daniel accepting each other's past lovers. After all, you can't just pretend a big part of your life never happened.

Fun fact: periwinkles symbolize everlasting friendships, memories, and love.

As always, reviews, constructive criticism, and requests are always appreciated!