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On Wednesday night, Shawn shows up to his father's house for his weekly "Dinner-with-Dad." The smell of freshly-mown grass takes a backseat only to the smell of steaks grilling. Henry looks up from the grill, grins at Shawn, and waves. "Come on," he says, gesturing with his free hand. "Come on in!"

A few years ago, Shawn would have tentatively stepped onto the porch, but now, he immediately makes a beeline for the veggies that Henry's about to put on the grill. Henry smacks his hand. "Save your appetite." He jerks his head toward the house. "Your mother's inside. Go say hi."

Shawn raises an eyebrow. "Wait, Mom's in town? Why didn't you tell me?"

Henry shrugs and chuckles. "I didn't know myself, until she knocked on my door. She's joining us. Go say hi."

Shawn rolls his eyes, pats his father's shoulder, and hurries inside. "Hey, Mom!"

Maddy looks up from the scrapbook in her hands. She takes off her glasses and stands up, moving around the table to hug Shawn. "Hey, Goose!" She wraps Shawn tightly in her arms. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing just fine, Mom. How are you?"

She pulls away from Shawn. "I'm great, honey. Your father said you have a girlfriend now."

Shawn groans. "He told you about that?"

Maddy lightly smacks his shoulder. "Of course he told me!" She leans forward, as if letting Shawn in on a secret. "Juliet is a great girl. She'll make a great daughter-in-law."

Shawn groans again and twirls on his heel. "Mooooommmm! Did he tell you I was thinking of proposing?"

Maddy grins. "Oh, Goose, I asked him if you had started dating anyone after you and Abigail broke up, and when he told me about you and Juliet, I asked how serious it was. Don't blame him."

"I'm going outside to hang out with Dad. At least then, I don't have to deal with questions about my love life."

Maddy pulls out her phone and waves it in Shawn's face. "I learned how to text. Maybe I'll text your father to harass you about your love life."

"Mooooommmm."

As Shawn steps back onto the porch, he silently admits to himself that, though he knows his parents will probably never get back together, he can't help but love these days when they're like a family again: when Henry grills steak on the porch, when Maddy scrapbooks and gently harasses him about his life, and when he's comfortable enough with both of them to hop back and forth between the porch and the kitchen. It's almost like the days of his childhood, when he excitedly bounced on the balls of his feet as his dad showed him how to grill properly, or when he sat next to his mother on rainy days, complaining to her about how boring school was as she scrapbooked.

Henry looks up when he hears Shawn's feet. "She haraunging you about Juliet?"

Shawn huffs out a laugh and runs his hand through his hair. "Yeah…that's more of a post-dinner conversation, don't you think?"

Henry chuckles and turns back to the grill. "You're not wrong." He adds the vegetables to the grill. "You know –"

Shawn's about to ask what Henry was about to say, but his eyes immediately catch how Henry grips the tongs tighter, how his left arm shakes and trembles, how Henry clutches at the left side of his chest, and how Henry's breath intake is minimal.

"Dad?" Shawn says, his voice taking on a note of concern. He hurries forward, braces his arms around Henry. "Dad, tell me what's wrong."

Henry grits his teeth and hisses. "It– it feels like– squeezing." Henry's knees give out, and he collapses against Shawn.

Shawn readjusts his grip. "Mom!" he shouts. "Mom, call for an ambulance! Dad's having a heart attack!"