Winterdahlias on tumblr said: Grandpa


It's not a word Siger Holmes ever expected to use in relation to himself. Not with the two fine young men he and Violet raised - fine, but unconventional, to put it mildly. And yet here he is, smiling widely at two young forms running pell-mell up the drive, arms wide, yelling that word at the top of their lungs. "Grandpa! Grandpa!"

He crouches down and takes Scarlett and Edmund into his arms, planting noisy kisses on their chubby little cheeks and receiving equally noisy kisses back from them. The tip of his nose is moist as well as his cheeks, and his knees are creaking, but as he looks up and sees the warm smile on his daughter-in-law's face, and the equally warm smile on his difficult, prickly son's face, he acknowledges that the wetness isn't just from his grandchildren's kisses.

No, Siger Holmes never thought he'd be grandpa to anyone, but he knows no deeper contentment than in knowing that is exactly who he is.