The town of Labarre itself is small, quant. "Jean Luc, how long have these buildings been standing?" I marvel at the old stone chapel as we traipse along the old, cobblestone streets.

"He looks up from the stroller he's pushing in front of him, "Well, this church was built in the 1500s! Can you believe it?"

"Jean Luc that's over 1200 years old! That's incredible. How is it still standing?" I ask rhetorically.

He smiles, his eyes covered by his sunglasses, "I'd always wondered the same thing. People still get married in the old church. It creates quite a romantic setting with the intricate stained glass windows and old wooden pews. I remember when Robert and Marie got married..."

Marie laughs from behind us, chiming in, "That was quite a day." I look back and see her grip her husbands form tighter, "and it was quite romantic."

I grin as I see Robert move in gingerly to kiss his wife, "absolument," His whispers, planting a tender kiss on her lips. Saoirse is balanced securely up on his broad shoulders, and she evinces a small squeal of delight when she's close enough to Marie's head to pull on her loose ginger curls. "Ouch!" Marie breaks their kiss with a laugh at Saoirse's continued predilection for hair pulling.

Renee groans behind us, "Ah, non! Pas encore!"

Wesley laughs at Renee's reticence to his parents' intimacy. He takes him around the shoulder, "I had to get over that the first week that I moved into the house!"

My arm snakes it's way around my husband's waist as we continue our stroll, coming to a halt outside a wine shoppe window. "Hey!" I lift my sunglasses from my face and wipe a light sheen of sweat that's formed on my skin around their periphery. "Is that the Picard label?"

Robert saunters behind me, his gaze following my own, "Ouis. Eh, this is the most exclusive wine shop in the region. We sell our wines to this shop and they distribute the bottles to buyers."

I look at the price tag on the crate, "7,000 standard dollars?!" I exclaim.

Robert blushes, "Yes, eh, they make the pricing. The cost is based on the taste and the vintage year."

"Sorry, but Robert that's only a 2371 and they're already asking 7,000 standard dollars."

Marie smiles as she lays her hand on my arm, amused by my shock. "Yes. I don't even want to tell you what we get for older vintages!"

"I had no idea," Wesley is as shocked as I am.

"Well, eh," Robert gestures. "Shall we keep walking?"

"Joshua!" Renee runs out ahead of us towards a similarly aged boy in the distance.

"Renee!" The young man responds, sprinting to meet his friend.

Two smiling boys amble their way back to us. Renee smiles proudly gesturing at all of us. "Joshua is one of my good friends from school," He announces proudly.

"It's good to meet you, Joshua," I smile warmly at the young, dark haired boy.

"Bonjour!"

"Joshua, c'est mon oncle Jean Luc Picard et sa femme, Beverly Picard."

The young boy's eyes light up, "C'est Jean Luc Picard de l'Enterprise!" The young man turns to Renee who nods enthusiastically.

"Ouis!"

"Et, c'est Wesley!" He gestures proudly, "Mon cousin." He whispers something else in French, making Robert and Marie smile. "Et," he points to Saoirse, "elle est ma cousine, Saoirse."

"Tres mignon!" The young boy laughs, waving at the ginger headed toddler perched high on his shoulders. I look and see her giggle, waving back and mirroring his action.

And then he bends over, gesturing for Joshua to meet Aaron, "C'est Aaron."

"Joshua!" A voice calls from the distance. He turns back to the tall, dark man in the distance. "Je viens, Papa!"

He looks back at us, "Il me faut aller! Renee, a bientot!" And with a sprint he's gone.

Marie comes next to me, taking my arm and whispering in to my ear, "Renee's been telling all of his friends that his family is coming to see him. He loves to brag about Jean Luc and Wesley. I'm sure that if school was in session, he'd drag them in for show and tell!"

I laugh and wander back to my husband, stealing on of his hands away from the stroller as we continue through the small, narrow old streets. "It's good to be here, Jean Luc," I whisper.

He leans in close and kisses me softly, "Thank you, Beverly."

"For what?" I ask.

"For changing me. For infusing me with new life, and giving me these new lives," he looks back at Robert and Marie fussing over Saoirse and then down at Aaron, who's smiling as he takes in the novelty of his surroundings. "For allowing me to love Wes… for allowing me to love you and be loved by you."