"How was lunch with Amy and Doug today?" Grams asked as she cut her grilled salmon. "Amy sure is tuckered out. Went straight to sleep," she smiled.

"Lunch was fine, although Doug didn't show," Jack responded as he moved his rice around with his fork.

"Oh, busy at work?" Grams asked.

"I suppose."

"Well, if that boy doesn't get home soon, he'll have to reheat his dinner, and fish doesn't reheat well," Grams said.

Jack admired Grams. She had aged so much the last few years, but she was still the same Grams. The Grams who supported him during his coming out stage, even though she was highly religious. The Grams who took him into her home when he didn't have any other family to go to, even though she hardly knew him. She and Jen were the best family a person could ask for. Now that Jen was gone, he couldn't help but hope every single day that there would still be a day tomorrow with Grams in it.

Just as Grams ate the last of her fish, Amy began to whine in her crib in Jack and Doug's room. Grams had become so in sync with Amy and her living habits. She practically spent every waking moment with Amy. Jack supposed it was because Amy was the closest thing to Jen that Grams had. After all, that was how Jack felt as well.

"Just in time, huh?" Grams smiled as she brought her plate to the kitchen counter. "Would you like anything else, dear?" she asked.

"No thanks," Jack said.

"Alright then," Grams said as she delightfully scurried to Amy's cry with a bottle of formula.

The sound of Doug's footsteps walking up the front porch could be heard. Jack turned to look at the front door as Doug entered.

"Hey," Doug said.

"Hey," Jack responded as he put his fork down. He watched Doug take his jacket off and place it on the coat rack. Doug glanced at the food in the kitchen, and walked over to the table to sit next to Jack. "Aren't you hungry?"

"Not right now. I had a big lunch," Doug said.

"You did? You didn't come for lunch with Amy and I."

"I know, I'm sorry," Doug responded.

Doug looked down from Jack's gaze, and then looked down the hall.

"Is Grams with Amy?" Doug asked.

"Yeah, she just went in."

"Oh," Doug nodded.

"Well?" Jack said with a tone of frustration.

"What?" Doug asked.

"I don't want to be one of those boyfriends who asks where you were all day, but where were you at lunch time?" Jack asked.

Doug looked down. He hesitated, not sure what to say. He rubbed his hands along his thighs. "Uh."

Jack began to feel worried. He never had any reason not to trust Doug, but his hesitation made him feel uneasy.

"Just tell me," Jack said.

"Sorry. I ended up having lunch with a friend," Doug said.

"A friend?"

"Yeah. Her name's Stacey."

"Oh," Jack responded.

Doug smiled at Jack. "Did you think I had lunch with another guy?"

Jack faked a smile and a laugh. "No!"

"Oh, Jack. I didn't think you were the jealous type," Doug placed his hand on Jack's as he leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"I'm not," Jack said.

"Well, you have no reason to be. Although, Stacey is an ex of mine."

"Really?" Jack responded.

"Yeah. She came by sort of last minute and asked to catch up over lunch. I just didn't want to be rude, so I went."

"Did you tell her about, you know?" Jack asked.

Doug looked down again. "I wanted to."

"But?"

Doug hesitated again. "Look, she knows a lot of the guys at the station, and they don't know about everything yet. I was afraid she'd take it badly and, you know, tell everyone."

Jack took his hand away. "Oh."

"Jack."

"I thought you were past that?" Jack asked.

"I know, I am. I just haven't gotten around to it." Doug said, looking at Jack with those puppy dog eyes that Jack couldn't bear.

"Well, when will you get around to it?" Jack asked.

"Soon. I promise," Doug said. He leaned out his opened hand towards Jack, and Jack took it.