Sharon leaves the room after her massage, a blissful smile filling her face. Her son already in the overstuffed tan leather pedicure chair, lighted water bubbling at his feet. "This was an absolutely brilliant idea." She takes the seat next to him, gently reaching over to hold his hand, "Are you having fun?"

Rusty nods a little, offering her a soft smile, "We should do this more often." He leans back in the seat, his eyes lidded heavily. "I fell asleep during my massage. They were really careful with...my scar and stuff." He yawns, "It's been...tough sleeping."

"I've noticed." She realizes as she stares to her son's face that he doesn't know about his nightmares, at least the ones that wake the house and cause her to go and hold him at night. "Have you spoken to Dr. Joe about not being able to sleep? He may be able to adjust some medication for you...or maybe you just need some simple melatonin." She absently strokes her son's hand, "What's keeping you awake?"

He blinks toward her, turning his head to smile to the attendants when they come to start their pedicures, "I don't know, Mom." He knows. A part of him knows. That basement. Everytime he closes his eyes, he's transported back to that basement and he knows his biological mother, the one who was only a teenager when he was born and was simply too immature to raise him properly, did nothing to help him. Nothing really. He'd never tell Sharon Flynn that though. The last thing he'd want is for her to worry.

Sharon nods slowly, "Well, if you figure it out, I'd be happy to listen to you." She glances down to the young man washing and massaging her legs and feet. "Just a simple neutral beige for the color, please." She nods, "Do you want the same, Rusty?"

"Nah." A smirk plays at the corner of his mouth, "Navy blue, please."

"You are a mess."

Rusty chuckles, "Sometimes, you just have to try different things, Mom. I always wanted to be one of those goth kids, but I didn't really look that good in black ever. So I couldn't. I wanted to though."

"Chad went through it...it lasted for about a month. He found it hard to continue his goth lifestyle at school, where his hair had to be a certain length and he had a uniform." Sharon grins, amused with the thought, "He'd listen to The Cure and pretend he understood what they were speaking about...it was obvious he didn't. I understood it better than he did." She nods, "Eve was an...grunge phase, I believe they call it grunge. There was a lot of plaid and ripped jeans and Doc Martens. Both of them had at least one pair."

"I never would have thought Chad would...with football and all that."

"He was like thirteen. He was still trying to figure out who he actually was." She nods, "We are all attempting to find different aspects of our own personalities that may otherwise be hidden. It never stops. Just like when I meditate or do yoga. Meditation only started a few years ago. Yoga years before that, but...I never would have tried either if I wasn't searching for myself."

Rusty falls silent for a bit, thinking about her train of thought. She was right. There was seldomly a time when his mother wasn't correct. "Yeah." He whispers finally.

"One day at a time, Rusty. That's all. Just one day at a time." Sharon hopes she's getting through to him.

"Mom, you outdid yourself with this one." Chad motioned to the grilled chicken breast and homemade sides, "I never knew you could cook like this."

"That's because I didn't. Your brother did." Sharon smirked, humming a soft chuckle, "And your sisters helped."

"Hopefully not Eve. Did Eve help?"

"Shut up." Eve rolled her eyes, leaning back in her dining room chair, "It's food, you'll eat it. You said Tricia couldn't make it? Is she on duty?"

"Yeah. They've been pretty busy. Summertime always makes people do stupid things." Chad nodded, filling his plate up, "She said she had a guy who put a sparkler in the hole of his-"

"Too much information." Sharon called out, placing her hands over Kate's ears as the girl sat next to her. She sighed heavily, knowing her children were playful. "That story sounds fascinating, honey. However, maybe share it after dinner...when your sister has gone to bed?" She removes her hands from the girl's ears.

"Where's the fun in that?" Rusty smirked.

Kate adjusted herself on her booster seat, taking a spoonful of peas into her mouth, "Thank you for making dinner, Rusty. It tastes pretty good."

"Pretty good?"

"Yes. Did you make cake?" She raised an eyebrow, hopeful, which made it's way into her voice, "Chocolate cake?"

"I'm not a baker." Rusty shook his head slightly.

Kate reciprocated the emotion, showing disappointment, "You didn't even try. Mom said I can not do things only after I try them three whole times. If I still don't like it, or can't do it, I don't have to do it again." She stabbed her fork into the piece of chicken, "Like, never again. Ever."

"Until you start going to school and have homework." Eve placed the food pieces onto her daughter's tray, letting the girl feed herself, "Then you may not get it, but you have to do it or else you can get in trouble at school." She glanced around the table, "I also decided to leave St. Joseph's and move to St. Mary Magdalene High School. I don't remember if I told you guys that."

"You prefer high school though, don't you?" Sharon smiled toward her daughter.

"I'll be in charge of their Language Arts department. The English and Literature classes. It was an easy switch and I don't have to do too much except actually teach because I'll have an assistant." She grinned, "An assistant, Mom. I-only-have-to-grade-half-the-papers-that-I-usually-do assistant, Mom."

"That's fantastic, sweetheart."

"You can be lazier than you usually are, good for you." Chad raised his eyebrows, teasing his sister, only to get a playful hit to the arm from his mother as the woman reached across the table.

Eve carries her daughter into the Murder room, lunch bag strapped over her arm. She smiles until she sees an empty room, sighing that her surprise was foiled. Moving over to his desk area, she places the bag a top it. Glancing around, she really has never seen this place so empty. At least this floor so empty. Suddenly, a wave of nausea rushes over her. She sets her daughter into Julio's seat, retching into the metal waste paper bin next to his desk on her hands and knees.

Chief Patel was merely walking down the hall to her own office, but heard someone getting sick. She furrows her brow, making her way over. A slight smile flashes across her face when she sees the toddler, "Hello?"

The young woman holds a finger up, unsure of who it is, much less if she wants to talk with them. She retches again, taking a few moments before leaning back to a sitting position on the back of her legs. "Sorry...How can I help you?"

"How can you help me?" Chloe smiles to herself a little, "Do you know Detective Sanchez?"

"I'm engaged to him, so yes." Eve rises up, leaning over tying the bag, "And my Mom is the Commander here."

"And I'm the Chief here."

The young woman realizes she was speaking to someone who actually had clout around here. She offers a hand, "Sorry about that. I..." She pauses before motioning to the bag, "It happens."

Chloe nods slowly, "Is this your daughter?" She motions to the toddler sitting in the seat, a smile on her face, "Hello there, beautiful."

"Hi. My Fay-fay." Freya announces proudly, waving a little. She peeks her eyes over the back of the chair, still somewhat shy to those not readily familiar to her. Her dark curly hair pulled up into two buns on the top of her head. She was just half way through her third year of age, but spoke as someone just over their first. She spoke seldomly, but when she did, she was getting better and better at it. "My tee." She holds up three fingers.

"This is Freya." Eve offers a closed mouth smile.

The Chief grins, crouching to the toddler's level, "My name is Chloe...and I'm much older than three." She chuckles at the pure happiness of the girl, standing to look at the other adult, "I'm used to seeing Kate coloring at an empty desk or in your mother's office...She's a pistol, that one."

"That she is." She nods, folding her arms, "Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I just...when the nausea comes...it comes. I can't really control it."

"I remember morning sickness with my son. I was the same way." She nods, "How far along are you?"

Eve sighs, running a hand through her hair, "Nearly ten weeks, we think. Is it that obvious? Julio and I wanted to wait until after my sister's wedding to tell people." She tilts her head to the side, "I don't know how likely that's going to be feasible."

Chloe chuckles a little, mostly to herself, "Well, it's only next week? Right?"

"Yes. I'm thinking I can wait that long, but Mom...she's a freak. She'll just...she'll just know. I can't explain it." She shakes her head a little, shrugging, "Whatever. I just don't want to detract from my sister's day. She deserves every second of it."

"I never realized just how closely knit this division was. You're all family in one way or another, or at least treat one another as such." The Chief nods, "Is Freya allowed to have crackers?"

Eve smirks, "Only if you're prepared to have a shadow every time we visit."

Chloe offers a hand to the toddler, helping her from the office chair, "I'd like nothing more."