I couldn't find much about the Luz family in my research besides that George had three brothers, six sisters, and that they grew up in West Warwick, RI. I made up their names.

I know that George had a wife and three children. This fictional ending is not meant to take away their happy lives together in any way, shape, or form.

November 20, 1945

"Mack, what's wrong? You look like you're going to be sick," said Luz, pulling on her hand to walk down the plank walkway. Their ship had finally arrived in the port of New York.

Jaclyn stopped short, the huge crowd around them circling their way through. Luz turned and looked at her, concern on his face. "What is it?"

She gulped before looking into his eyes. "What if they don't like me?" she murmured.

It took Luz a moment, but he grinned widely at her answer. "Is that what you're worried about? They're so excited to meet you. I've told them a ton already in my letters."

She chewed on her bottom lip hard. "That's what I'm afraid of."

Luz laughed before pulling her close. His hand pushed back her long hair from her face. "I only told them the truth." He kissed her forehead. "That I've met the love of my life at war and she's incredible."

Jaclyn closed her eyes and smiled softly. She swallowed hard and nodded. "OK. If that's all."

She felt his grin against her hair. "And of course that you're an absolutely insane trained assassin with a weakness for funny and handsome men."

Jaclyn pulled back and smacked him before laughing. "If that's the truth then you'd better steer clear. This assassin will have her revenge."

Luz only grinned wider, wrapping his arms around her. "Completely true." His lips hovered over hers. "And I can't wait to marry her."

Jaclyn grinned before kissing him. "You'd better ask me soon, Luz."

He smirked, before they started walking again, one arm around her waist. "Why? Because you think you'll find someone better than me? Fat chance, doll. I'm one of a kind."

She snorted. "That's for sure." She stopped again, the people behind them muttering angrily. He stood in front of her again, eyebrow raised, waiting to see what her concern was this time.

A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth. "Because I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant."

Luz's smirk froze on his face. If she didn't hear his ragged breathing, she wouldn't be sure that his heart was beating. She gazed up at him, a look of amusement and worry on her face. "George?"

Several heartbeats later, he crushed her to his chest. "Jesus, Mack," he whispered in her ear. Pulling back, he put both hands on her face. "Are you sure?"

She smiled softly. "Pretty sure. I thought it was motion sickness, but…"

He whooped before grabbing her again to him and spinning them around. She laughed loudly, shrieking.

"Hey, watch it!" a man cried as they bumped into him.

Luz stopped swinging her around, landing her softly on her feet. "No, you watch it, pal. I'm going to be a father!"

The man muttered his congratulations but they didn't hear him. Jaclyn giggled again when Luz hugged her. "Jesus, a baby," he murmured, calming down. He looked at her in wonder.

Jaclyn grinned, tears tickling her eyes. "So you need to make an honest woman of me, Luz."

Luz snorted. "Fat chance," he repeated. She smacked him again before they walked again towards the exit.

"Jesus, they let anybody into this place?" said Guarnere from his seat.

Toye sat next to him in a wheelchair. He nodded. "Standards are slipping, for sure."

They both grinned wildly as the group came walking into the rehabilitation center. Hugs and cheers were extended, everyone excited to see the two boys again. Stories on both sides shared, although nothing about the war. They've had enough war.

Malarkey had them rolling with laughter as he finished up a tale. "So I had enough. I couldn't fucking sleep in that goddamn ship with them smacking lips all night. So I stood up and I grabbed…"

Jaclyn caught Luz's eye. They tuned Malarkey out as they both remembered where else on the ship they stole a kiss or two, eventually finding a quiet compartment to take things further. Hell of a long journey to be abstinent, though Luz, winking at her. She blushed brilliantly.

They knew Malarkey had finished his story when everyone laughed heartily at their expense, effectively breaking the eye contact between them.

After awhile, the stories died down and general ruckus began. Jaclyn sat next to Guarnere as they watched together the boys wrestle Toye around in his wheelchair. She smiled at their pure happiness, absently brushing a hand on her abdomen. Guarnere's eyes followed her fingers before looking forward again.

He chucked his chin towards Luz. "What I tell you?"

She followed his line of sight before smiling with a blush. "If you're waiting for me to tell you you're right, Bill, you're going to be waiting a long time."

Guarnere chuckled. "I'd never expect you to ever say that to me, Jack." He turned to her. "I'm happy for you, dollface."

Jaclyn grinned. "Thanks, Bill. I've missed you terribly. I'm honored to call you a friend."

Guarnere's smile widened as his eyes flicked down to her stomach. "Good enough a friend to name your first born after me?"

Jaclyn's eyes widened and she gasped. After a moment of surprise, she laughed, kissing his cheek. "I'll let you know."

Luz came up to them. "Let him know what?"

Guarnere smirked. "If you're going to name your bundle of joy after Wild Bill, here."

Luz raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You told him? Jesus, I just found out!"

Guarnere snickered, but Jaclyn answered for him. "Old Gonorrhea don't miss nothin'," she drawled, grinning.

It was a struggle to say goodbye to everyone. Jaclyn knew she'd see them all again, and probably soon, but the bond she'd made with them was unique. They've lived, fought, comforted, cried and laughed together for over a year. They became her family.

"There you go fidgeting again," said Luz, amusement dancing in his eyes. They were waiting on the curb by the inn they stayed at last night. Luz's father would be picking them up before they made their way to Rhode Island.

Jaclyn sniffed. "I'm not fidgeting." She attempted to hold her shaky hands against her. I'm goddamn trembling.

Luz grinned before taking one of her hands. Just then, a long sedan drove up.

Luz's father could be best described as an exact replica of his son, except with some added wrinkles and greyer hair. The man jumped from the vehicle practically before it was parked and engulfed his son in a huge hug.

Together they laughed and cried for a long time, mumbling good wishes and jokes here and there. Jaclyn watched the reunion, a soft smile on her face until the man looked up to see her.

He broke the hug, coughing to clear his throat, happy tears still in his eyes. "Georgie, where are your manners? You haven't introduced me to this beautiful woman here." His thick New England accent only added to his charm.

Despite herself, Jaclyn blushed crimson. She took his outstretched hand in hers, giving him a shy smile.

He looked at her, a familiar grin on his face. "My God, Georgie. How did you luck out?" Luz chuckled behind her. "I'm Frank Luz. It's a great pleasure to meet you."

Jaclyn's smile grew. "Jaclyn Mackenzie, but please call me, Jackie, sir. I'm so happy to meet you."

"Jackie, if we're going to be good friends, you'll need to call me Frank."

A twinkle entered her eye. "I'll try and remember that, sir."

Frank hooted, his hand still holding hers before he turned to Luz. "You were right, Georgie. This one is a firecracker."

Jaclyn narrowed her eyes at Luz, who grinned broadly. Only told them you found the love of your life, huh? His grin didn't falter.

They all climbed into the large front bench of the vehicle, Jaclyn sitting between the two men. During the entire ride, Frank told Jaclyn story after story about Luz growing up. Mostly topics that made him stammer and groan in embarassment.

When Jaclyn saw the exit for West Warwick, she knew they were close. She got quiet again, her nerves building. Luz noticed and squeezed her fingers.

"Deep breaths, Mack," he murmured to her.

She obeyed, trying to take in air, but her chest pounded. Trying to whisper, she said to him, "I just… I just don't know if this was such a good idea."

Luz glanced at her, confused. "Coming to the States and meeting my family or choosing the world's most eligible bachelor as your future husband?"

Frank grinned to himself, couldn't help but to overhear.

Jaclyn rolled her eyes and murmured again. "You know I want to meet your family, it's just…maybe I should have waited a bit. I don't want to step on toes. They're going to be so excited to see you."

Luz grinned before kissing her temple. "Believe me, once they see you, I'll be forgotten. Especially the girls. And when we tell them that they'll gain a sister…"

"You forget, George Luz, that you haven't asked me yet."

Luz grinned again, shrugging. "I'm not concerned. You'll say yes."

"Never tell a woman what she will or will not say, Georgie," said Frank, startling them both. "That is, if you want to survive."

Jaclyn chuckled. "You should listen to your father." She caught Frank's eye. "He's a smart man."

They arrived to the house, and before Jaclyn could take another calming breath, the front door burst open and a swarm of women ran down the stairs.

Luz smiled hugely before jumping from the vehicle. He held out a hand to her. "Come on, Mack," he said grinning. "Now or never." She grimaced, but took his hand and exited the car.

Four small girls instantly attached themselves to his legs, disabling him to walk further. Two older girls in their teens threw their arms around his neck. Jaclyn couldn't help but giggle at the scene.

Luz kissed the eldest sisters on the cheek and then moved to kiss each of the smaller ones on top of the head. He reached down and picked up the youngest, who couldn't be more than five. "And who is this beautiful girl?" he cried, lifting her into the air. "It couldn't be my Ruthie!"

Ruth giggled, shrieking in his arms. "It's me!"

"The Ruthie I left was still a baby. You're a big girl." He tickled her sides, causing her to shriek louder.

An older woman came outside, her eyes already brimming with tears. Luz saw his mother, before untangling himself from his sisters and jogging up to her. They held one another a long time. Jaclyn felt her own eyes prick with tears.

She felt a tug on her skirt. She looked down to see Ruth. "Are you Jackie?" she asked without fear.

Jaclyn crouched down to come to her eye level. "I am. You must be Ruth. George has told me so much about you." She looked up to see all his sisters staring at her. "All of you."

Ruth giggled. "What did Georgie say about me?"

Jaclyn smiled. "Well, he told me about that giant fish you caught, bigger than you." The girl squealed, delighted.

"You sound funny," said the next youngest.

"Marybeth," scolded the eldest, probably around seventeen. "Don't be rude."

Jaclyn smiled wider before standing. "That's alright." She looked to Marybeth. "I do sound funny, to you. Where I come from across the ocean in Britain, they all sound like me for the most part."

Marybeth giggled, not believing her. Jaclyn looked to the other four girls, shyly introducing herself. She held out her hand to the eldest, Jane, a moment before the girl engulfed her in a hug. "Luz's hug," she murmured before breaking away with a smile.

Jaclyn grinned back, embarrassed but happy. "I should have known."

She saw Luz's mother walk to her, brushing tears from her eyes. Jaclyn took a deep breath before smiling tentatively. Hug or shake? Hug or shake?

The woman peered at her silently, their height the same, before returning a small smile. She leaned in and kissed Jaclyn on the cheek. "Welcome, my dear." She had a slight Portuguese accent.

"Thank you, Mrs. Luz."

The woman continued to stare at her, causing Jaclyn to flush. Frank chuckled. "Rosemarie, stop intimidating the girl and let's go inside." He turned to Jaclyn. "I need to interrogate her." He winked.

Jaclyn grinned, but blushed deeper. Luz took her hand and smiled encouragingly as they walked into his childhood home.