Author's Note: Well, folks, it looks like I managed to scrape some words together to form what I call a short chapter of this story. Haha. I'm not entirely sure where this is going as I don't have a plan quite yet but I can tell you it'll be some sweet fluff. And maybe there will be a song or two featured in here from one of my favorite artists. Care to guess who? ;)

I hope you enjoy this, and please just suffer with me as I get back on the writing horse.

XOXO,

SLWF

The two made their way, hand in hand, to the park located just down the block. The park was beautiful, even if it was incredibly different than the parks Sarah remembered playing at when she was young. There were magnificent trees and lush grass surrounding the area, with an open clearing for the children to play. Everything was greener than it had ever been, which Chuck attributed to the green movement and people's growing conscience to preserve the Earth. Casey, on the other hand, thought it was all just a conspiracy and that the plants were all made of plastic, giving them the shiny green look. No matter which was the correct answer, or even if neither was, Sarah appreciated the scenery. The playground was located on the far left of the open area, and Samantha started running towards it. However, she did not let go of her grammy's hand, and it was not long before Sarah had to start running too.

As they were running, Samantha activated the hover function of her sneakers, something she just loved to do. This caught Sarah off-guard, and caused her to stumble a little. Quick reflexes, however, had Sarah back up on her feet in the blink of an eye, and she too activated the hover function of her shoes. Even though she was not a particular fan of hovering six inches to a foot and a half in the air, she treasured the sight of her granddaughter having fun.

Sarah looked down at Samantha, and let go of her hand. Samantha, not one to be slow on the uptake, smiled at her grammy and took off, shouting, "Nice try, but I'm gonna beat you!"

The two raced to the playground, still fifty yards off. Sarah did appreciate running in the hover shoes; it felt like skating, something she loved to do as a child, and again as an adult once Chuck reintroduced her to it.

Maybe I can put that in my letter, she thought, laughing as her granddaughter performed a somersault in the air to impress her. Not to be outdone, Sarah did a cartwheel. Not as impressive as the trick Samantha had done, but it got applause from the little girl anyway.

They finally made it to the playground, and Samantha darted to the swings. She loved the way the wind felt in her hair. "Push me, Grammy!" she yelled, as Sarah made her way slowly to the swing. Sarah laughed, and asked why Samantha didn't just want to use the "Nannybot push" function that was implanted in the swings, surprised at the answer she received, "Because I like it when you push me. It makes me feel safe."

Touched by those words, Sarah started to push little Samantha in the swing, slowly at first but soon building height and speed. She continued to ponder what to put in the letter to Chuck, even considering if writing a letter was even the best option. She could just get him a card. Hallmark had stepped up its game during the last few decades, and the cards were nearly as sappy as they used to be. But she resolved not to, instead deciding to ask her granddaughter for advice.

"Samantha," she began, wondering if asking a three-year-old was the best choice she could have made, "if I wrote your Grampy Chuck a card, what do you think should be in it?"

The little girl thought about it for a while; she was silent and Sarah knew that the wheels in her mind were spinning as fast as they could. Then, in the most adorable voice, Samantha simply replied, "Just tell him that you love him and that you always will. That's all Grampy Chuck needs to know."

Sarah smiled at her granddaughter's wisdom, and made a mental note to include that in her letter. "Okay, dear," she said. "Wanna go faster?"

"No," the little girl said, "I think I want to play on the jungle gym!"

And she spent no time in jumping off the swing to go run and do just that. Sarah was quick to follow. She had loved the jungle gym when she was little too, with the geometric shaped bars that formed a stable entity that she could climb on and hang upside down from. But the jungle gyms of this age were dangerous, more dangerous than hers had ever been. They floated in the air, spun around, squirted water (but in a way that the bars of the jungle gym amazingly never got wet), played music, and heated or cooled themselves depending on the weather conditions. It was strange seeing her granddaughter play on such a dangerous contraption, but Chuck had assured her a million times that it was safe, a lot safer than anything Sarah had ever played on, due to its built in airbag like devices that deployed if a child ever fell off, cushioning their falls.

Another thing I can tell Chuck, Sarah thought as she found a bench to sit on as she watched Samantha play. He takes away all of my fears and makes me feel safe.