The next morning things went off to a bit of a slow start as Harry was a bit a slow and sluggish in terms of getting ready but that was fine for Steve as he figured they would take it easy for now before going to the beach later on. So they spent the morning in the garage working on his dad car, which seemed like more than enough to make a small four year old boy happy and content. It actually amazed Steve how easily occupied Oz was handing him tools and helping poke around his did old car.

All of this made Steve realized how much he missed out on doing all of these things with his own father as after his mother died, his dad just kind of disappeared into himself and before sending him and Mary back to the main land. Steve enjoyed doing all this bonding with Oz over the weekend as he knew the four year old didn't have much male presence in his life except for Danny given that like him his own dad was dead and Steve knew how much that would affect the little boy later on in life. So spending time with Oz was something that he'd like to keep doing, as although he hadn't been the biggest fan of kids and had no experience with them but Oz had kind of changed that. Steve liked having the little boy around and wanted both Oz and Emma to remain in his life for the foreseeable future. The two of them worked on the car for most of the morning until lunch and naptime and after those we're all taken care of the two of them hit the beach.

"Swim! Swim Steve!" Harry squeaked as he figitated anxiously in Steve's arm.

"I know bud, just give me two seconds and then we can go because your mother will kill me if we don't get these floaties of yours on." Steve said with a small chuckle as he wrestled to get the armbands on the rather reluctant four year old. Despite the fact he knew that Oz would be fine with him in the water, Emma was adamant that her son had to wear armbands as she was in the middle of teaching her son how to swim and she had no intention of letting him drown. Which made the armbands mandatory.

"Hurry!" Harry pleaded.

"We're all done now bud!" Steve replied letting go of Harry once he was done and the moment he did, the four year old flew out his arms and ran straight towards the sea and Steve had to run after him and was surprised at how quick Harry had gone as even as a energetic four year old he was rather quick. The two of them played around in the water for a good while before they had decided to move on to building sandcastles. "Hey Oz, how'd you get so good at making sandcastles bud?"

"Uncle Olly!" Harry giggled as he scooped more sand with his spade and placed into his bucket.

Steve was surprised to hear the four year old mention his deceased 'Uncle' as he hadn't heard Harry mention his deceased godfather once since the entire time he had lived in Hawaii. "Your uncle, huh?"

"Uncle Olly showed me when he took momma and I to Disneyland, he was the bestest."

"You miss him?" Steve found himself asking and the four year old surprised him by looking up at him with a soulful look in his eyes, Steve was aware of the fact that Harry knew that his godfather was dead as Emma had explained it to him a few times and she hadn't gone into detail about it but she had said that it took Harry a while to understand.

"Yes but momma says that Uncle Olly is in heaven getting up to no good with daddy." Harry replied as he resumed his sandcastle building duties by turning over his bucket in the sand and moments later pulling the bucket back and producing a near perfect castle.

Steve was surprised about how easily Oz could talk about his godfather and father so easily without getting upset and move on to something else moments later, he guessed it was the perks of being a child and having the attention span of a hummingbird or then again, maybe it was because he had a parent who took the time to teach him about death. Oz seemed so unaffected the fact that he had lost two very prominent figures in his life at such a young age. Choosing not to dwell on this any longer Steve soon found himself laughing with the four year old, remembering what Emma had said to him about how it was hard to be sad when you have a four year old son. Like always she was right. Hours later the two of them had decided to call it a day as Oz was getting tired and Emma was going to be coming to getting him in a little over an hour

"Excuse me? I couldn't help but notice that you and your son are really sweet together." A woman sitting on the beach said as Steve made his way past her as he followed Oz backed towards his house. Steve chose not to correct the woman and instead smiled and thanked her before moving on, despite the fact that Harry was not his son, it was a nice compliment anyway.

When they got back to Steve's house, the two of them got cleaned up and Harry sat in the living room drawing in a coloring book when the doorbell went off and when he opened the door Steve was not surprised in the slightest to see Emma at the door, standing there with a bright smile on her face. "Hey Em…"

"I see your still standing, I'm assuming that everything went okay?" Emma questioned as she placed a kiss on Steve's cheek before proceeding to talk into the house.

"It went fine, if fact it was great. There was nothing for you to worry about Steve assured Emma before turning his attention back over to Harry. "Hey bud, guess whose here to see you?"

Seconds later Harry's head snapped up in attention and he stopped what he was doing and jumped off his seat and ran over into Emma's waiting arms. "Momma!"

"Ohh I've missed you so much baby boy!" Emma said kissing Oz in an exaggerated manner, which caused him to giggle loudly as the two of them hugged each other tightly before Emma let go off him and told Oz to go get his stuff. "So he wasn't too much trouble for you Steve?"

"No trouble at all, what about Cecile was she any trouble?" Steve said.

"Somewhat but not all of it." Emma quietly said and straight away Steve noticed something in her change not to mention this distant far off look that Emma had in her eyes.

"What is it? What happened?" Steve questioned.

"Nothing, it's nothing Steve so don't worry about it."

Steve wasn't stupid, he knew that if Emma was worrying about it then it wasn't nothing although at times she did tend to over worry but it was always within good reason. "Talk to me Emma, tell me what's wrong…"

"I got a call this morning." Emma wearily began biting her lip and fiddling with her hands, a sign that Steve knew meant that Emma was incredibly anxious. Whatever was bothering her must be really bad if she was admitted.

"What kind of call?"

"A parental call." Emma said and Steve took a baited breath, he figured since he could deal with most of the Williams clan here in New York he could deal with Mrs. and Mrs. Williams as there was now way that they were even more dysfunctional than their children.

"Your parents?"

"No. Not mine, George's parents. They along with George's brother and sister are coming here to visit in a few days." Emma announced.

"Oh." Steve replied slowly, that wasn't exactly what he was expecting her to say but then again he had never heard of her mention her husband's family except for the fact that we're estranged. "I take it that's a problem."

"Kind of, things are fine with George's brother Peter and his sister Kim but it's rather complicated and rather strained with his parents. Do you remember me telling you that they weren't exactly pleased when George enlisted in the army instead of joining the family business?" Emma questioned and Steve nodded, he had been told in brief when Emma first came to Hawaii when he had asked why Harry had her surname instead of George's. "Well back when George was alive and Harry had just been born things were fine for a while, everyone was excited about the baby and getting on and then things changed one day when Harry was a few months old. There was a phone call for George, it was from the Army…"

"They were calling him back for duty." Steve said guessing where Emma was going with this and she just nodded.

"Yeah. It was a bit of a hard blow for everyone, in particular George's parents, they thought that as George's partner as I was at the time that I could convince him not to go back. But I couldn't do that, I knew that if George didn't report for duty then they would have come looking him. I also knew that as much as George loved us, serving his country was always what he wanted to, it was what he was passionate about and who was I to stop him?" Emma stated and Steve nodded in understanding.

"You let him go."

Emma let out small smile. "I did, not without marrying him first though…"

"What happened?" Steve questioned although he kind of knew where this story was heading, with the death of George.

"George's parents weren't happy but he didn't care, he stopped caring what they thought years ago so he went back and served for six months before coming back for a break for a few weeks then returning for another tour and then coming home for one last time... That was the last time we were together, the next time he came home he came back in a coffin… It was hard as you know for me and also them and his parents kind of blame me for it, which is kind of understandable I guess…" Emma said uncomfortably and Steve placed a comforting hand at her side.

"How can they blame you for what happened? You weren't the one who shot him Emma–" Steve demanded in shock.

"I know but sometimes people need someone to blame and it didn't help that I moved from D.C. to New York and then coming here, they weren't happy about it in the slightest. But each time I've told them that they are welcome to come and visit anytime. I want them to be involved in Harry's life as they are his grandparents and I want Harry to know about his dad and George's family can tell him things that I can't. This visit is unexpected but they were George's family and they are Harry's family... Things may have been complicated and strained with George but they absolutely adore Harry and he had a right to see them…" Emma said with a tired tone of voice.

"Have you told them? About us, I mean? That you're seeing someone?" Steve questioned.

"No, but I should tell them and I will. Tim and Louise won't be too happy to hear that but it's been almost three years now and just because George is dead doesn't mean that I have to stop living my life. I'll always love their son and be grateful for everything George gave me especially Harry but I can't be a widow forever, I've moved on and they'll have to accept that…"