"Have a seat," Bob said as he stood slightly to extend his hand to Andy. Andy, still dumbfounded and feeling stupid that it hadn't dawned on him to ask about Sharon's dad for the morning, quickly extended his hand too.

"Andy Flynn," he gave him a nod.

"Have a seat," Bob repeated.

"I'm going to get coffee and the muffins," Sharon said in a fidgety stance. Her voice was shaky too. "We have had so many people drop off food-casseroles, desserts, breakfast items-I'll just go get breakfast." Andy and Bob had both started to sit as Sharon spoke. Bob finished sitting, but Andy turned to look at Sharon as if to give her a look for throwing him, unaware, into the situation. He knew she was aware he'd been taken by surprise. She didn't look at him, but instead, she looked over at Hannah. Sharon turned and walked toward what he assumed was the kitchen, and she ran her hand over the top of Hannah's head as she did so. Andy frowned, wanting to call her out for ducking out, but instead, he turned his attention back to Bob. He almost jumped, though, not expecting Bob to just be sitting there, his cup of coffee in hand, looking at Andy, almost as if it was perfectly normal to see him sitting at his table. Hannah started to fuss when she watched Sharon walk away from her at the lack of attention.

Andy saw Hannah start to get upset, and before she could build up to an all-out wail, he stood, took the step toward her, and he pulled her out of her toy. He put her up to his shoulder and started to pat her back. She let out another couple of wails before she started to quiet down. He sat back down with her, then realizing that had been all instinct and was one of the first times he'd done something to help his daughter. He'd spent more time with her the last couple of days than he'd ever. "Shhh, shhh," he said as he patted her back, shifting in his seat, with her in his arms.

"Well," Bob said after he finished swallowing his coffee, "you get points for at least taking care of my Hannie."

Andy looked at him as he continued to run circles on Hannah's back. She was looking up at him, putting her fingers on his face. He was torn between wanting to look at her and address Sharon's dad. He smiled at Hannah and turned his attention back to Bob, "Look, I don't know what Sharon has told you."

"Sharon has not told me much," he said and sipped his drink again. "I guess she's told me more in the last few hours than I expected to hear, but she keeps to herself. She always has. I'm not particularly interested in talking about my Shari right now. I know my girls," he nodded to Hannah where she continued to put her fingers in Andy's mouth. "I don't believe I know much of anything about you."

Andy nodded. Her dad was being cautious, but not unkind. He took a deep breath and before he said anything he made a face at Hannah, causing her to giggle. He then looked back to Bob, "I wanted to offer my condolences. I'm extremely sorry for your loss. I can't imagine it."

Bob nodded and looked down into his cup, as if he would find solace there. He continued to nod, "Thank you. Sue was a wonderful woman. I have loved her since I was 20 years old," he shook his head and sighed. "Thank you. You know there's an end, but you just don't expect it to be that fast. I was fortunate to love the same woman for most of my life. I almost cannot remember life without her. Sharon," he nodded toward the kitchen, "was our only child, yes, and I'm very glad we had her. We would have had a dozen more if we could have," he shook his head. "Life. It is never what you expect."

"No, it's not," Andy slightly frowned, nodding at his statement. "Life is messy, complicated, joyous, and devastating, sometimes all at the same time. I used to say it's sometimes unpredictable, but the older I get, I believe it's very unpredictable."

Hannah made a squeal and started to kick at Andy. He shifted her in the seat, and with that now, she was still sitting with Andy but facing out toward her grandfather. Bob continued to look at Hannah with Andy and just gave a small shake of his head.

"Sharon has had a lot of disappointments in her life," her dad said. Andy restrained himself from pointing out that while Bob had said he didn't want to discuss Sharon, he was doing exactly that. "Her mother and I have just wanted her to be as happy as we were. You just want your kids to be happy and feel for them when they aren't." He frowned again.

"She's had more than most-problems, her share of disappointments, and I hate that for her," Andy added and kissed Hannah's head.

"I noticed you at the funeral, but I didn't know your name. Around here," he sipped again and swallowed before he continued, "people stick out. We've known most of our friends for years, and on top of that, they are all a great deal older. A man such as yourself," he nodded to Andy, "hard to miss in a crowd, even when I'm dealing with my own grief. I'd heard from one of our friends you had come with Gavin, but," his dad stopped talking and let the sentence hang.

"I know Gavin, not as well as Sharon," Andy said. "I really first knew him on a professional level. I been involved with legal matters with him, nothing wrong, though," Andy said and held up a hand in defense. He knew that sounded bad, and he wasn't trying to do that. "I mean," he sighed and turned Hannah again, this time back toward him, as she started to fidget. He kissed her cheek, taking in her sweet baby smell. He didn't know what it was, maybe even her shampoo, but he loved it.

"I was told you are a police detective, a lieutenant," Bob sipped again. "Admirable," he nodded. "You've been on the job a long time then."

"Yes, yes, I have," Andy told him.

"Dad, I don't know how you are ever going to eat everything in the kitchen," the two heard and looked toward Sharon as she returned. She had a tray of food, along with a pot of coffee on it and walked toward them. She was busying herself with the tray and not looking at either of the men. She put the tray on the table, and Andy stood, with Hannah on his lap, to shift over toward her dad. The way the table was situated next to Hannah's toy, he had to do that or let Sharon try to get around him.

He saw Sharon look at Hannah with him, and before she could say anything, he said, "She was getting fussy. I think she saw you leave and wanted the attention. She's been fine with me, just a little restless."

"She's probably hungry," Sharon said producing the bottle he didn't see behind the pot of coffee. She is getting used to some baby foods, and I'm trying to figure out when she wants to eat them. I gave her some oatmeal this morning with a smaller bottle, thinking she could have a regular bottle before her nap. Would you like to feed her?"

Andy looked surprised at her question, surprised she was fidgety with her dad there while at the same time calm while talking to him. He was possibly even more surprised she was offering him the bottle to feed Hannah. He sat there, speechless for a moment, and then, he took it from her and nodded, "Of course, thanks."

"Dad," Sharon said turning to her dad and not watching as Andy got situated with Hannah, "would you like more coffee?"

Her dad frowned, not explaining why, and he offered his cup to her, "Thanks, Shari." She poured him the coffee and then put a bowl of fresh fruit on the table. She put a plate in front of each of them with sliced blueberry bread on it.

"I hope this is okay," she said to both of them. "The blueberry bread smelled wonderful, and I know if we don't start eating this fruit, it will go bad. Dad, you have enough food for at least a month."

Andy just sat there with Hannah. She had a decent grip on the bottle, but she couldn't hold it completely alone. He found that as he would let go, she'd keep it in place a few more seconds, and then, it would slip out of her grip. He was more than happy to assist her and sat back with her comfortably in his arms as she drank her bottle. He'd given her one at the hotel, but she had been rather fussy. This time, she was relaxed and ready to drink it. She was tired, and that was actually working in his favor. It was wonderful, though, feeding his daughter. He continued to look at her, as he tried to relax in this incredibly tense situation.

"I expect you will take a lot of this food home with you, Shari," her dad said, and Andy turned his attention back to the two of them. It was so awkward. He was here, and Bob had spoken to him, but they really hadn't talked. Sharon was here, almost trying to pretend like this breakfast was the most normal thing on the planet, and he didn't know what to do or what to say. He took a deep breath and nodded to himself to just remember Hannah. This visit was about Hannah, so he looked back at her, her big eyes looking up at him as she drank her bottle. He ran his hand over her head of hair.

Bob saw the gesture, and he spoke while he put a spoonful of fruit on his plate, "Sharon had reddish blonde hair when she was that size that got darker as she got older. Emily and Ricky didn't have hair for years. I don't know what to do with a granddaughter with a full head of dark hair," he said, a small, faint smile almost there on his face as he focused on Hannah there.

"I'm going to have to trim her hair a little already," Sharon shook her head. "Her bangs are into her eyes. I think Emily was three before she needed a haircut."

"My daughter, Nicole, had a lot of dark hair as a baby," Andy said, and as the words left his mouth, he wished he could take them back. It wasn't that it was anything inappropriate, but he wanted to kick himself because while he figured Bob knew exactly who he was, he didn't know that for sure, and here he was, just commenting on his other kids, potentially opening a can of worms in a very odd situation.

Before anyone could say anything more, Bob's phone rang. He frowned as he picked it up from there on the table. He shook his head and glanced at Sharon, "I'm not sure I'll get used to carrying around this thing. Your mom and I have been sharing this cell phone. She has mainly kept it with her and always put it in her purse. I have rarely used it, and now, everyone is calling to talk to me."

"I know Dad," Sharon gave him a sympathetic smile and reached over to pat his hand.

He nodded as he stood with the phone in hand, "Excuse me," he nodded to both Andy and Sharon. "I think this is a call I need to take. Phil," they heard him say in greeting as he stepped away.

Sharon just nodded as her dad took the call. Andy watched him and then Sharon. He looked back at Hannah, checking on her, before he looked over at Sharon. Sharon spoke as her dad walked away, not noticing Andy looking at her, "Phi," she started to explain, "sounds like his friend from church."

Andy sat forward slightly, mindful of Hannah. He looked at Sharon, and when she turned back to the table after watching her dad leave, he nodded at her, "Hey, I I really appreciate the invite this morning to see Hannah, but your dad?" Andy raised his eyebrows at Sharon, and she tried to busy herself with the coffee, pouring some for both of them. "I guess I should have realized your dad was here, but a little warning would have been nice."

"I'm sorry," she whispered loudly. "I didn't know what to say, or really, I just didn't want you to hear that and not come."

He gestured with his free hand, "You know, I'm just trying to find my footing here. I really don't know where I stand with any of this. I'm confused. I try for months, and you barely want to acknowledge me, afraid I'm going to kidnap her," he nodded to Hannah. "You finally agree to at least speak to me more, and then, this happens," he nodded around the room to the house. "I'm really glad to be here to support you, even if that means just staying in the background. I know you didn't ask, wouldn't ask, and that's fine. We continue to have those, those 'one last time' encounters as you say," he said, trying to find the right word as he looked around the room. Hannah could be heard sipping on her bottle, and he looked down at her. "Sharon, I just don't know where I stand on any front. I don't know where I stand with Hannah and you, with any of this, now with your dad too. It's just," he sighed and looked back at Hannah. "I want more of this," he nodded to Hannah.

"I am not trying to throw you in front of a firing squad, really," she continued to loudly whisper. "It hit me last night at the hotel that you really should come by here and meet Dad. I cannot change that you will never meet my mom, but I realize that life is short; I can't continue to hide from everything with my family. Life is short, and I hate that I left things unsaid with my mom. I never came clean with her about this," she gestured and continued, "you." He raised an eyebrow, and she gestured with her hand again, "I purposely waited for the kids to leave. This is not a topic I want to discuss with them because I don't know how I want to address it, but my relationship with them is different than the one with my parents, if that makes any sense to you."

"So, your dad?" Andy asked, shifting Hannah slightly as she needed a different angle to finish her bottle. "I'm just supposed to sit here and pretend we are what? You and I are barely anything more than," he paused, rolled his eyes, and shook his head. "I don't know what we are Sharon, but I know what I want to be to Hannah. To Hannah, I want to be her dad, for her to look at us and at least be able explain I'm her dad, and you are her mom. Your dad can't be excited about seeing me; I think about being in his shoes. Here, the man, he lost his wife, your mother, and then, today, the first day after burying the love of his life, he's put face to face with me."

Sharon just nodded, "I'm sorry I didn't prep this better. I'm not sure I knew how to do that. For what it is worth, I don't know how to describe things any better than you do."

"Let's keep the focus on Hannah," he said. "That's the truth, and we can agree on that."

"Thank you for coming," she gave him a soft smile.

"Ambush or not, my desire was to see Hannah," he nodded to the baby. "I've enjoyed that very much, and she's really great."

"Okay," they both heard and looked to each other. Sharon looked up at her dad as he walked back into the room, and she smiled at him.

"Your men's group?" Sharon asked.

Bob nodded, "Yes, that was just a simple call to just put a date on the calendar to meet next week. They are in church now and worried about me. I wasn't even thinking it's Sunday. It's been a week," he frowned. "I will have to go to Mass without her."

"Oh, Dad," Sharon reached over to squeeze his hand. "I can go with you," Sharon sighed.

"Sharon, I can do this. Losing your mother is the hardest thing I've had to do, but I can do this; I have to do this. Nothing will bring her back, and I can't throw in the towel because I'm alone." He sat back in his chair, and Sharon pulled her hand back.

"Dad," she sighed. He reached over and patted her hand.

"Trust me. I will be okay. You need to get home and back to work yourself. Someone," he looked over at Andy still holding Hannah, "needs to get back to her routine with her own crib. She hasn't slept well here."

"She's almost asleep now," Andy said quietly. Sharon stood and nodded to Andy.

"She's ready for her nap. I can take her if you don't want to get up."

"I'll get up," Andy said and slowly stood. Hannah started to stretch, and he froze as waited for her to adjust to her new position. "I'm happy to put her in bed."

Sharon gave her dad a nervous smile as Andy put the bottle down and shifted Hannah, "Dad, we'll be right back. Please eat something."

"I'm not going to forget to eat or change my diet because I'm alone Shari," he frowned and took a bite. "She senses the sober mood," he nodded to Hannah in Andy's arms. "Let her get some rest."

Andy and Sharon were quiet as he followed her down the hall. Andy kept his eyes on Hannah, and Sharon led him into her bedroom where he saw a travel crib in the corner. The room was spotless, something that almost surprised him. In her grief, Sharon had kept order. He didn't know she was so tidy, partly because anytime the two were together, things were so messy between them. She stood to the side and gestured to Hannah's bed where he moved there and gingerly put Hannah in her travel crib. He couldn't help but notice her toy in the corner of the bed. After he put Hannah in bed, he covered her with a very light blanket Sharon handed to him. He kissed her head before stepping back and found Sharon standing there, her arms crossed, almost nervous again.

"We should get back," she said quietly and nodded to the door. He nodded back at her and followed her into the hallway where she was standing almost against the wall. The hallway was narrow, and he didn't have to step more than a couple of steps before he was across from her.

"If I don't get a chance to say it, thank you for letting me see her today," he offered a small smile. Sharon stood against the wall, nervous, and she nodded at him. She cleared her throat.

"It was the right thing to do," she nodded again, almost assuring herself. "You've done a lot here, including this. I appreciate you coming today, especially with Dad. I didn't specifically mention to you he would be here, and I should have done that."

"He's a good dad, Sharon," Andy told her, "something I want to be to Hannah." Sharon looked to the floor, and Andy just turned to walk down the hall.

Andy started back to the table, intent on finishing his visit and getting back on the road. Andy was already starting to sit when Sharon walked back into the room. Bob just looked at the two and took a bite of his fruit. He intrigued Andy, with his quiet demeanor. It was hard to know how much of that was his personality compared to his grief.

"Travel to Arizona much?" Bob asked Andy. Andy was surprised that, with all the questions, Bob was asking this. On one hand, though, the man had a lot on his mind.

"Ahhh, no," Andy said as he finished chewing a bite of the bread. "I've only been through Phoenix a few times, and Arizona as a whole, I just don't come here much. I'd like that to change; I'm willing to travel, to make the drive more often." He eyed Sharon, hoping she would look at him, hoping she would understand he waned to see Hannah and was wiling to do traveling. He continued to look at her until she finally glanced his way.

Bob's phone rang again, and he shook his head as he stood to answer it, "I'm sorry. I think the day is going to be like this, even for a Sunday."

"I need to go anyway," Andy stood, a nod to both of them. "I don't want to intrude and have a long drive."

Bob lifted his finger, to indicate Andy wait, but then Bob stepped away to take the call.

Andy turned to Sharon who was now standing with her hands on her chair, fidgeting again. He caught her eye, "I really enjoyed seeing Hannah this morning and feeding her."

Sharon nodded and gave a slight roll to her eyes, "My dad was an added bonus."

"I didn't mind meeting your dad, not at all," he said quickly. "I mean, like I said, a warning would have helped. I didn't think about the fact he could and would be home. He's Hannah's grandfather, and of course, I want to know him. I'm glad your mom knew Hannah and hope your dad is around for her while she's growing up."

"I do too," Sharon said, now tears in her eyes.

Andy sighed and dropped his head, "I didn't say that to make you cry."

"Just have a lot on my mind," she said, her voice wavering.

"That is why I need to go," he said. "I'd like to call you after you get settled to discuss Hannah, please."

She just nodded and dropped her head. He heard her take a deep breath, and she looked back at him, "Okay."

"Sorry," they both turned to her dad who sighed as he walked back into the room. Both, who were still standing at their chairs, looked to him. "That was the funeral home. I need to stop by there. They have a few things for me.

"Dad, we can go after Hannah's nap," Sharon told him.

"That's my cue to leave," Andy looked between them. "Thank you for breakfast," he nodded. "Bob, I'm glad I was able to meet you. I know no words can express my condolences, but know you are in my thoughts and prayers," Andy said and stuck out his hand.

Bob almost eyed him before shaking Andy's hand again, "Thank you for coming, today and this weekend. Take care, Andy."

"I'll walk you out," Sharon met Andy's gaze and gestured.

Andy walked in front of her, the two quiet as they walked through the house. It looked homey, and under normal circumstances, he would have wanted to stop and look at all the pictures, many of Sharon. He turned at the door and raised his eyebrows, "You let her keep the ape?"

She looked to him, surprised at the comment, and then she shook her head as she closed her eyes, "Where did you find that?"

Andy shrugged, "That baby store, the chain, whatever it is. Why? It's cute, and I mean, 'Andy the Ape'-Sharon, of all names, come on."

She tried to hold back her chuckle as she continued to shake her head. Finally, she sighed and looked at him, "It isn't the ape. I mean, the ape is fine, or it would be fine. Emily and Ricky bought her a giant one, the same thing, before she was born. It sits on her floor. They have no idea. I have to look at Andy the Ape every single time I walk into her room." Andy's face broke into a grin, one that was contagious. Sharon groaned as she started to smile, and she sighed. "I suppose the ape is here to stay?"

"I'd say it's a theme," Andy looked to her. "Be safe Sharon. Take time to grief; it's okay. I'll let you get settled and call you in a few days to talk about Hannah. I think we have a lot to discuss. Hopefully, we can talk about a time I can come and visit Andy the Ape," he winked and squeezed her arm as he stepped outside. He didn't try to kiss Sharon. That wasn't why he was here. They had not been and were not a couple. He was Hannah's dad, trying to get along with Sharon. He was here to focus on Hannah. As he started for his car, Sharon called to him.

"Andy," she said, and he turned. She stood there, her arms crossed and fidgety, "Thank you for coming-this weekend and today. I won't forget it."