Hello, it is Wednesday and I am back with a new chapter! I came up with the idea for this one a year or two ago. I've been meaning to re-visit James and Lynne's romance for so long - and it's funny how I decided to do it in the midst of thinking about how they both go through struggles in their relationship thanks to Team Rocket's very own Jorginho! I think I was just nostalgic. And I wanted to remember a time when things were wonderful for James and Lynne, rather than tricky like other times I intend to explore. This chapter certainly shows a time that's lovely. I hope you enjoy. It's the two of them telling James' grandparents that she is pregnant with their first child :3

Disclaimer: I own the story and the OCs mentioned!


As James looked down at Jorgie on the end of his bed, his heart thumped slowly, and he knew that he could not love her more. While her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings in her sleep and her nostrils quivered gently, he held onto her ankle and raised her foot to his face, planting a singular kiss to her sole.

He adored her when her eyes were open, and she was interacting with him, chattering away to him. But God, he worshipped her when she was silent. When all the excitement and lessons of the day faded away and she somehow transformed back into that little cherub she had been a couple of years ago instead of the toddling girl she now was.

Lowering her leg back to the mattress, James continued changing her for bed, though she had already gone way past just merely greeting sleep! She was blanketed but the warm familiarity of slumber. His actions towards her were often precise and careful, and this grew only more when she was sleeping.

He switched her pull-on diaper for a fresh one before buttoning her up into a clean sleepsuit and when all of that was said and done, though he knew even the most fragile of movements could rise her from her dreams, he couldn't stop himself from doing more than planting a kiss to the bottom of her foot, like he had done since the day she was born.

Jorgie may have been over two years old at that point, but she still fit instead his arms like a little snuffling newborn, her tiny pink ear always searching for his heart beating inside his chest even if she had long forgotten their day together.

James scooped his youngest daughter into his arms and held her close to his chest, enjoying every minute of her and the tune that mumbled from his throat and sounded on his lips spoke of this. At first, his hand cupped over the back of her ginger, wispy locks but then his fingers began to trail through them, offering more than just her the comfort.

She had been his happy place for what felt like forever. And now she was his solace, she was his connection to a world that he only knew of from stories. From tales. Jorgie was a permanent reminder of who they could both be if they wanted to. And she was a reminder of a face that they had only just lost.

Though it bought wetness to his lower eyelids to think of such things, James couldn't help but pull his daughter's face away from snoozing against him so he could ponder the face of somebody he missed so much while adoring the one both he and his beloved angel had crafted together.

Oh, how that cherishing clench of his heart chambers almost choked him, transforming to hurt as it dawned on him that his grandmother, Josie, would not be around to witness Jorgie grow any bigger. Jorgie had always been his little piece of heaven. His fragment of Lynne. But she was made in the image of his grandmother too in many ways.

For one so small, she had always been so mighty, just like Josie. And as she had grown taller, had learned to toddle on her two small feet and find her voice, she had shown a sassiness that came from her great-grandmother.

James could not help but chuckle quietly into the night, though he had to also raise a knuckle to his cheek that left no tear stain behind as it moved ahead to trace along the plush skin of his daughter's features.

How lucky he was to have had something in his life that was more than worth missing. Grief was a funny thing. Learning to live without somebody who had passed onto who knows where was a new lesson for him. But he was coping. Well, he was adapting.

He was quickly learning to be comfortable enough to grieve. To sit with the tears when they came. To hold space for the memories, memories good and bad. James now knew what they meant when they said that grief is just love with nowhere to go.

Well, he was determined that his newfound love-grief blend would have a place to go. It would blossom into only love, into only affection, and he would give it all to those who remained. To Jessie. To Lynne. To all his children. To Jorgie.

James was assisted in being a whole lot more present with Jorgie when she snuffled in her sleep, bringing his yearnings back to her and to her alone. In her sleep, she was told that he was still there, still doting on her, by his lips brushing against her porcelain forehead.

James smiled a second sad smile. Oh, how it killed him that his grandmother would never witness her great-granddaughter getting even taller. It felt like only yesterday that he had shared the news with Josie that he and Lynne were even expecting a little baby.

Hesitance filled James' heart when his mind fought to think about this day. But then with a deep breath that he copied his daughter doing in dreamland, he knew that he must succumb.

The memories were a gift. And James had to be brave enough to reflect on these little treasures. Thank goodness he was. Because we wouldn't be without this lovely tale from him.

James drew his car to a halt in the driveway of his grandparent's house and no sooner had the engine cut out, he was already turning to Lynne in the passenger seat next to him. Unbuckling his own seatbelt was the last thing on his mind.

Before Lynne had a chance even to breathe, let alone move, James was there with his eyes fixed on her and he reached over her, removing the seatbelt from lingering over her own chest with the push of a button before pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Immediately, a giggle like the sound of a new day tumbled out of Lynne's lips and she had no reason to be annoyed with James, let alone offended by his actions. She was not even yet three months pregnant with their little blessing, but she already had a feeling that he was going to take care of her the whole time like she was about to burst.

Take even better care of her than ever before.

Lynne accompanied James' attentiveness with affection, her eyes searching for his and her hand subconsciously rooting to find the collar of his white linen shirt, resting over there. However, consideration stopped being the only quality in his eyes as an uneven grin stretched James' mouth wide.

His eyes dropped down to his lap.

Yet before they could descend any further, Lynne's fingers were lifting his chin back to look at her and she was showing the same attentiveness for him in which they both shared.

Their love was like a perfect dance, always mirroring one and other, considering one and other and moving each other.

"Are you nervous, Jim Dear?" Lynne wondered, her fingers only brushing underneath his chin for a second or two before finding their own true solace, though all she needed to be content was to be next to him.

Lynne's fingers roamed to his bare, tattooed skin more than his white shirt as she waited for him to answer her, holding space for him in case it took a little while.

She had nothing but time.

Though James was as allured by her gaze as he had been from the moment that he met her, the urge to look away won out. Once more, he needed to peer down at his lap to think of his words.

However, when he knew of them, they blurted out promptly, and he couldn't stop his hand from roaming across Lynne's cheek, and into the hairs tucked behind her left ear now that he had unbuckled himself from his own seat too.

"Excited." James' had didn't need his head to swing from side to side, his gaze into her eyes told her that he was telling the truth. Straight away, happiness kissed at her eyes in the shape of crow's feet. "Nervous too." His hand dropped to her wrist connected to her hand that was still tracing his chest underneath his half-buttoned shirt. "But only nervous because I am so deeply happy, and I know that that will double even if the joy is being shared with even more people."

James punctuated his sentence by lifting Lynne's hand away from his skin to press soft kisses to her fingers, but he then allowed it to nestle back there before she complained.

Of course, she had no time, or no desire to complain, because her heart was carried away for the words that he spoke to her. If he had been resting a hand over her chest like she was doing to him then surely, he would've felt her heart rate elevate underneath his palm.

He had always been so doting with his words. He had the speech flair of an artist. He had always spoken words to sum up his affection but also had the actions to prove them.

Lynne's own actions spoke volumes there and then as she couldn't help but bite her lower lip before moving both of her hands to James' chest as they sat in the car together, her palms pressing against soft linen as her forehead formed a union with his.

She giggled as if she were a schoolgirl whose dreams were all coming true. Well, she kind of was. And they absolutely were.

"Oh, James." She began, her forehead pressing against his for a second or two longer before needing nothing else but to look into his eyes as she spoke to him in return. "I didn't think you could get more romantic and yet here you are."

Lynne tried to use her palms over James' shirt to take control of him, to press her hands against him and use his own weight to support her as she leaned in to plant a kiss to her forehead. But James decided that he wanted the ball in his court.

He stopped her in her tracks with a finger that traced down the slope of her nose before cupping the side of her face in a manner that was both tender and seizing control.

"Here I am." James confirmed to Lynne who was already melting in his grasp, moving his whole body in his seat closer to her so he could plant multiple, adoring kisses to her right cheek while his palm was still securing her left. He spoke after his lips had done the talking. "Good luck to you. Neither you nor our little treasure have seen anything yet."

And with one last kiss, James sunk back into his own seat and the control left both As James looked down at Jorgie on the end of his bed, his heart thumped slowly, and he knew that he could not love her more. While her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings in her sleep and her nostrils quivered gently, he held onto her ankle and raised her foot to his face, planting a singular kiss to her sole.

He adored her when her eyes were open, and she was interacting with him, chattering away to him. But God, he worshipped her when she was silent. When all the excitement and lessons of the day faded away and she somehow transformed back into that little baby cherub she had been a couple of years ago instead of the toddling girl she now was.

Lowering her leg back to the mattress, James continued changing her for bed, though she had already gone way past just merely greeting sleep! She was blanketed but the warm familiarity of slumber. His actions towards her were often precise and careful, and this grew only more when she was sleeping.

He switched her diaper for a fresh one before buttoning her up into a clean sleepsuit and when all of that was said and done, though he knew even the most fragile of movements could rise her from her dreams, he couldn't stop himself from doing more than planting a kiss to the bottom of her foot, like he had done since the day she was born.

Jorgie may have been over two years old at that point, but she still fit instead his arms like a little snuffling newborn, her tiny pink ear always searching for his heart beating inside his chest even if she had long forgotten their day together.

James scooped his youngest daughter into his arms and held her close to his chest, enjoying every minute of her and the tune that mumbled from his throat and sounded on his lips spoke of this. At first, his hand cupped over the back of her orange, wispy locks but then his fingers began to trail through them, offering more than just her the comfort.

She had been his happy place for what felt like forever. And now she was his solace, she was his connection to a world that he only knew of from stories. From tales. Jorgie was a permanent reminder of who they could both be if they wanted to. And she was a reminder of a face that they had only just lost.

Though it bought wetness to his lower eyelids to think of such things, James couldn't help but pull his daughter's face away from snoozing against him so he could ponder the face of somebody he missed so much while adoring the one both he and his beloved angel had crafted together.

Oh, how that adoring clench of his heart chambers almost choked him, transforming to hurt as it dawned on him that his grandmother, Josie, would not be around to witness Jorgie grow any bigger. Jorgie had always been his little piece of heaven. His fragment of Lynne. But she was made in the image of his grandmother too in many ways.

For one so small, she had always been so mighty, just like Josie. And as she had grown taller, had learned to toddle on her two small feet and find her voice, she had shown a sassiness that came from her great-grandmother.

James could not help but chuckle quietly into the night, though he had to also raise a knuckle to his cheek that left no tear stain behind as it moved ahead to trace along the plush skin of his daughter's features.

How lucky he was to have had something in his life that was more than worth missing. Grief was a funny thing. Learning to live without somebody who had passed onto who knows where was a new lesson for him. But he was coping. Well, he was adapting.

He was quickly learning to be comfortable enough to grief. To sit with the tears when they came. To hold space for the memories, memories good and bad. James now knew what they meant when they said that grief is just love with nowhere to go.

Well, he was determined that his newfound love-grief blend would have a place to go. It would blossom into only love, into only affection, and he would give it all to those who remained. To Jessie. To Lynne. To all his children. To Jorgie.

James was assisted in being a whole lot more present with Jorgie when she snuffled in her sleep, bringing his yearnings back to her and to her alone. In her sleep, she was told that he was still there, still doting on her, by his lips brushing against her porcelain forehead.

James smiled a second sad smile. Oh, how it killed him that his grandmother would never witness her great-granddaughter getting even taller. It felt like only yesterday that he had shared the news with Josie that he and Lynne were even expecting a little baby.

Hesitance filled James' heart when his mind fought to think about this day. But then with a deep breath that he copied his daughter doing in dreamland, he knew that he must succumb.

The memories were a gift. And James had to be brave enough to reflect on these little treasures. Thank goodness he was. Because we wouldn't be without this lovely tale today.

James drew his car to a halt in the driveway of his grandparents' house and no sooner had the engine cut out, he was already turning to Lynne in the passenger seat next to him. Unbuckling his own seatbelt was the last thing on his mind.

Before Lynne had a chance even to breathe, let alone move, James was there with his eyes fixed on her and he reached over her, removing the seatbelt from lingering over her own chest with the push of a button before pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Immediately, a giggle like the sound of a new day tumbled out of Lynne's lips and she had no reason to be annoyed with James, let alone offended by his actions. She was not even yet three months pregnant with their little blessing, but she already had a feeling that he was going to take care of her the whole time like she was about to burst.

Take even better care of her than ever before.

Lynne accompanied James' attentiveness with affection, her eyes searching for his and her hand subconsciously rooting to find the collar of his white linen shirt, resting over there. However, consideration stopped being the only quality in his eyes as an uneven grin stretched James' mouth wide.

His eyes dropped down to his lap.

Yet before they could descend any further, Lynne's fingers were lifting his chin back to look at her and she was showing the same attentiveness for him in which they both shared.

Their love was like a perfect dance, always mirroring one and other, considering one and other and moving each other.

"Are you nervous, Jim Dear?" Lynne wondered, her fingers only brushing underneath his chin for a second or two before finding their own true solace, though all she needed to be content was to be next to him.

Lynne's fingers roamed to his bare, tattooed skin more than his white shirt as she waited for him to answer her, holding space for him in case it took a little while.

She had nothing but time.

Though James was as allured by her gaze as he had been from the moment that he met her, the urge to look away won out. Once more, he needed to peer down at his lap to think of his words.

However, when he knew of them, they blurted out promptly, and he couldn't stop his hand from roaming across Lynne's cheek, and into the hairs tucked behind her left ear now that he had unbuckled himself from his own seat too.

"Excited." James' had didn't need to swing from side to side, his gaze into her eyes told her that he was telling the truth. Straight away, happiness kissed at her eyes in the shape of crow's feet. "Nervous too." He confessed, his hand dropping to her wrist connected to the hand that was still tracing his chest underneath his buttoned shirt. "But only nervous because I am so deeply happy, and I know that that will double even if the joy is being shaped with even more people."

James punctuated his sentence by lifting Lynne's hand away from his skin to press soft kisses to her fingers, but he then allowed it to nestle back there before she complained.

Of course, she had no time, or no desire to complain, because her heart was carried away for the words that he spoke to her. If he had been resting a hand over her chest like she was doing to him then surely, he would've felt her heart rate elevate underneath his palm.

He had always been so doting with his words. He had the speech flair of an artist. He had always spoken words to sum up his affection but also had the actions to proof them.

Lynne's own actions spoke volumes there and then as she couldn't help but bite her lower lip before moving both of her hands to James' chest as they sat in the car together, her palms pressing against crisp lining as her forehead formed a union with his.

She giggled as if she were a schoolgirl whose dreams were all coming true. Well, she kind of was. And they absolutely were.

"Oh, James." She began, her forehead pressing against his for a second or two longer before needing nothing else but to look into his eyes as she spoke to him in return. "I didn't think you could get more romantic and yet here you are."

Lynne tried to use her palms over James' shirt to take control of him, to press her hands against him and use his own weight to support her as she leaned in to plant a kiss to her forehead. But James decided that he wanted the ball in his court.

He stopped her in her tracks with a finger that traced down the slope of her nose before cupping the side of her face in a manner that was both tender and seizing control.

"Here I am." James confirmed to Lynne who was already melting in his grasp, moving his whole body in his seat closer to her so he could plant multiple, adoring kisses to her right cheek while his palm was still securing her left. He spoke after his lips had done the talking. "Good luck to you. Neither you nor our little treasure have seen anything yet."

And with one last kiss, James sunk back into his own seat and the control left them both, it being left up for grabs who wanted to take the opportunity to rein it next. His words might have oozed confidence but after they were out there, a soft smile took over his face and his cheeks warmed to the blush of the rose in which he often bestowed upon the loves of his life.

Their love was like a perfect dance. You never knew who was going to lead and who was going to follow. And they loved it.

Lynne wasn't going to let James sink back into his seat all that easily. She may have been coy at the beginning of their romance, but time had passed, and deeper selves had been presented to one and other.

She had never really felt the need to hold her words back from James and those days she felt the need even less so. Lynne knew exactly what she wanted and knew exactly where she wanted to be.

She didn't stop herself from moving to wrap her arms around his neck, lowering her cheek down to his chest and hugging onto him with all the love she had from him in her heart. Which was all the love in the world.

"I don't need any luck, Jim Dear." Lynne said while James wasn't rejecting her advances – he could never do that – but his neck was beginning to slope questioningly as he suspected that more was to come. "I just need to stay here with you before we share our news."

James's fingers had already been tiptoeing towards the back of her neck as she held onto him but now that he had properly heard all her words, he couldn't help but properly rest one palm there, the other reaching to cup under her chin this time.

It was his turn to relinquish. And relinquish he did. He did so gladly. Contentedly.

To tell you the truth, that was what he had done the moment that he knew that he was falling in love with her. There had always been so many questions in his mind. There had always been so much guilt. But he also hadn't been able to help himself.

Even amid the confusion and the heartache, he always felt that he had been meant to fall for her, even if nothing else came of it. Somehow, he knew that his life needed to be rewritten to be able to include her in it in the way that she was meant to.

It hadn't always been easy. Had never been just easy. But it had always been worth it.

And now, with her ear pressed up against his chest and listening to his heart that beat for her and their new family and everybody else he kept tucked up inside him – and with his hand moving away from her chin to cup around her belly instead – he knew that he hadn't been that happy in a very long time.

Lynne was beginning to slowly swell with his child underneath his palm and he knew that he couldn't love her more. He knew that it wasn't just because she was carrying his baby. He knew that he had loved her without that. He knew that he would love her even if it wasn't his baby. He had been down that road before and hadn't loved her any differently.

But there was something all-consuming about the adoration he felt for her now that she was bringing life into both of their worlds. It felt like it was a one in a million chance. And yet, it felt so normal too. So meant to be.

He could not wait to meet their little one, whoever they turned out to be. And he knew that the people inside the house that they were visiting were sure to feel the same way.

This is why he decided to be the one to move things along.

He could've stayed there besides Lynne with his hand tracing the slight bump of her abdomen forever and ever. But they had joy to spread. They had joy to share.

Lynne understood this from the second that his shoulder twitched up against her own arm. She smiled at him, and she told him that she knew that it was time to get moving.

But, just like before, James showed her that he was going to dote on her not just for the next six months but for the next eternity.

He was wriggling his bottom out of his own seat before she could even breathe again, let alone move.

"You sit still, my darling." James told her with his hand opening the car door on his side and his legs swinging out, leaving Lynne's eyes rounding like a full moon that hung above the turning tides for the first time that day. She should have known this part of James perfectly at that point. "Take my arm, my angel."

Before Lynne knew it, James was more than just on the other side of her door and opening for her. Showing that his words had been serious, he was leaning in close to her once again but this time it was to aid her, his arm crooked to perfectly fulfill that duty.

She should have known this part of James perfectly at that point.

Like sentences in a book which sneak up on you right before realization strikes, Lynne suddenly understood what James was doing. And oh, how she couldn't love him more.

Lynne knew that she was going to be grateful for him and she was going to be adoring him as long as he was taking care of her.

For always.

"Oh, thank you, James, darling." Both Lynne's lips and eyes broke into a smile and she did not hesitate to loop her arm through James' allowing him to not only lift her up out of her seat but to begin to walk with her along the driveway once he had shut her door behind her and locked the car too.

She was scarcely even three months pregnant at that point. She was perfectly capable of doing everything herself and moving herself around everywhere! But she loved how James knew of her strength and independence but also liked to remind her that she could show one side to the world have someone to lean on when they were alone together.

Lynne knew that her heart would swell as much as her belly would in due course as she knew that their child had the perfect role model with James as a father.

If their blessing was a little boy then he would be reassured that all kinds of strength mattered and not just the physical kind, and just because he was a boy that didn't mean he couldn't embrace all kinds of things. He could dress how he liked. He could love who he liked. How he liked. If he liked. And he never had to feel rosy in the face if tears streamed down those cheeks in front of his father.

Lynne's spare hand cozied up against the center of her own breast as James lead the way, walking her to the doorstop of his grandparent's house.

And if their blessing was a little girl, then she would always know how a man would treat her if she wished to spend her life and her romantic wishes with that sort of person. She would know that secure men uplift, they do not knock down. That they understand that tears are an expression, not a weakness. And that love is something to be treasured and nurtured, it is not just a mere conquest.

Lynne felt that she had chosen the perfect new partner for her even though she scarcely felt that she had done any choosing at all. James had just been there, in her midst, in her atmosphere, in her life, and then in her heart.

She hadn't been able to stop it. Hadn't wanted to stop it.

Now he owned half of her heart. And his baby was making a home for itself inside of her.

Lynne couldn't help but raise that hand of hers from her chest to loosely at her throat from the moment that James smiled at her again, planted a kiss to her temple before ringing the doorbell, not letting go of her arm once.

Their joy was about to be spread all over again but not dilute in the slightest. She suddenly felt the same way as James. She didn't know if her heart could handle it. But at the same time, she could not wait to relish in the utter bliss.

"Well, look who it is!" Josie beamed like the spring sunshine had made its way into her smile instead from the second that she had shuffled to the front door and answered it after hearing the doorbell. She had been expecting them. But she liked their usual routine. "It's little James and his lovely lady."

Immediately, James and Lynne were connected from more than just their arms looped through each other's – they were united by the noises in which escaped from them. Lynne's hand moved from her throat to over her mouth as she giggled with ease once more and James chuckled, his head leaning slightly back.

His cheeks felt warm once again. But he was not embarrassed by the nickname that had slipped from his grandmother, let alone the way it slipped out in front of Lynne. He knew better than to hide parts of himself from her. And he knew better than to try and get Josie to let go of her old ways!

As Lynne's affectionate titters died down but she still hummed contentedly in the back of her throat, she felt no hesitations about encouraging James to let go of her arm so he could reach down and embrace his grandmother, and she could do the same too before they were all making their way down the hall and towards the kitchen.

They were all barely in the entryway of the kitchen when James reached for Lynne's arm all over again. But further than that, he reached for Josie's as well, not that she needed it either.

Tears accompanied the hums at the back of her throat as she spied this interaction and saw the way that Josie gladly held onto his arm, beaming up at him and clasping his hand as they walked.

Lynne couldn't blame pregnancy hormones for her emotions and didn't even think twice about it! Yes, she had no doubt that James would have unfaltering love for their child whoever they turned out to be. Josie had always possessed exactly that for her grandson. And her demonstrations had caused that energy to pass through James and into every life that he touched also.

There sure were a lot of them.

"I'm sure happy to see the two of you." Josie began as with one more pat, she let go of her grandson's arm and she crossed the threshold into the kitchen. Not that she had been doddery in the slightest before, but she came alive when she was in that space of hers. "Let me make you two a cup of tea and we can sit and natter."

Lynne did not speak words of gratitude straight away but the lines that kissed either side of her eyelids spoke of her feelings as she glanced between grandmother and grandson.

Josie's words told James that they would be sitting in the kitchen – he suspected as much. That was the room in the house that most of the sunlight poured into. Well, apart from his Nanny and Pop Pop's conservatories, of course.

James' mouth might've pressed together at the last part of Josie's words, but he would go onto pose a different suggestion to the first half. First, he squeezed his upper arm against Lynne's as they looped together and he got her seated at the kitchen table, pulling the chair out for her.

Josie watched with the color of the flowers that she grew in her garden making their way to her cheeks as she saw her grandson settle his lovely lady, and she rose both of her hands to his own cheeks to thank him for the care.

"Why don't you let me make the drinks, Nanny?" James spoke to his grandmother, reaching a brief hand out to Lynne to reassure her that her thanks did not go unnoticed before he broke the distance with Josie, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I learnt from the best." He added with not just the sunlight bestowing his iris with a diamond.

Lynne's body softened into the chair and her hands fell contentedly against her skirted lap as she watched her James half embrace his grandmother.

Josie may have returned the closeness immediately, lifting her own arm around his waist, but she was quick as a wink and suspected that his flattery was an attempt to get his own way.

She may have continued pulling her only grandson close, but she tried to stretch her arm up high to poke at his chest, letting him know that nothing went unnoticed by her.

James had always known this!

"Don't think you can fool me, little James." Josie began mock-curtly, her arm needing to take an extra stretch to go from his chest to his cheek when James' eyes immediately marbled as if he was still that little boy that Josie partially saw him as. "You're the guests." Josie's hand stopped poking and started patting at his chest once more. "I'll gladly make you a cup of tea."

As Josie's neck craned around to make sure that Lynne knew she was part of the conversation too, Lynne's spine elevated in her seat after softening and she flashed James' grandmother a smile.

However, Lynne would be left reacting to a new side of James. A stubborn one that was not taking no for an answer. But still one that doted upon his grandmother.

James countered Nanny Josie's statements that they were the guests.

"You're my Nanny." He insisted, hoping that this would be enough but realizing that he needed more as Josie's attention left Lynne and honed back in on him instead. He tried to pat her shoulder like she had been patting his chest in a motherly fashion. "Its tradition that the padawan shows the master all the wisdom that has been passed along."

James left his grandmother's side to show that he was serious as well as knew where everything was, and Lynne couldn't help but allow amusement escape from her nostrils in the form of a puff of air.

Oh, how it amused her when he tried to make such an effort to learn of his children's interests that he spoke in the lingo even if he was not in front of them.

Well, of course he was in front of one of them and Lynne was once again choked by the knowledge that their child would have a friend as well as a father. It took everything in her power to move her palm up over her chest once more rather than her blooming stomach.

There and then, Josie showed the stubbornness that she went on to bestow the child that she did not know James and Lynne were having with the stare of ice that she shot her grandson as she could see that he was not giving up without a fight.

But the sun continued to shine through the window and Josie's own essence of sunshine in herself thawed any other instincts of hers. She had to admit that her grandson did make a pretty great cup of tea!

Josie backed down. But not until after she knew she must prove a point, coming to sit down next to Lynne and not feeling remorseful of her inevitable sass even as James leapt away from the kettle to pull her chair out for her as well.

Nanny Josie turned to Lynne instead of patting James' hand.

"That's his way of calling his grandmother a has been." She leaned her shoulder closer to Lynne's to pretend to whisper to her but then she came out with a tone that even James without his impressive hearing could make out. Instead of widening his eyes again and showing any innocence, James turned back to the kettle and a smirk drew his lips closer to just one of his ears. This caused Josie to let out a ha! noise before continuing once more. "I suppose I should let him make me tea. We don't know how many more chances he has left."

That got the reaction from James that Josie was hoping for! It was a little cruel, really, but that was Josie. Only she could get away with this!

The teacups clattered as James fetched them from the cupboard above the sink and attempted to place them down on the countertop. The way that he turned around from his noisiness with daggers in his eyes told his grandmother that he didn't appreciate those kinds of jokes.

But it was Lynne who addressed it directly with her own words.

After the cackles in which omitted from Josie reassured her that it was only in jest, she couldn't help but answer with eyes as wide as the saucers that James didn't bother getting down from the cupboard after his near mishap and a natural solemn sincerity.

It was her turn to draw her shoulder closer to Josie's, her fingers bunching together against her skirt.

"Oh, don't say things such as that, Mrs. Morgan. I know someone with your zest and grace is almost sure to live forever!" Lynne said. And she believed her words so much that her eyes glittered as they continued rounding, and her own skirt bunched together in her fist.

While James couldn't help but nod at the words that were meant to reassure his grandmother but settled his heart even more so, it was Lynne's actions that touched him the most and he couldn't help but smile when he thought of them as he popped teabags into mugs now that the water in the kettle was almost boiled.

Josie longed to snort at Lynne's words, even though they were filled with the deepest sincerity that she had ever seen. But even she knew better.

It had just been a joke. But she appreciated how Lynne was right there to comfort her, to offer her words even if she didn't believe in them.

The patting motion of her hand was then for Lynne and against her hand instead of James' encouraging her to unclench her skirt and to listen.

But Josie being Josie, the words both James and Lynne ended up listening to were still filled with the same humor!

Her hand not leaving Lynne's, Josie drew away from her playfully, her graceful neck sloping on the one side.

"You, my dear lady, are a terrible liar but a wonderful flatterer." Josie's hand continually patted Lynne's rhythmically and then it lingered at the punchline of her words, Lynne's hand then flat out on her own thigh rather than clenched. Josie offered her a wink. "It makes me very happy that you are with my grandson."

And with that, Josie chuckled all over again, this time less maniacally but still at her own words, and Lynne joined in. she didn't hesitate to lean closer to James' grandmother as she leaned her head closer to hers now that her neck had straightened up and she pressed a sincere kiss to her cheek.

James was left leaning up against the counter with his arms folded and his head swinging from side to side! But he could not deny that there was no place that he would rather be. Even if he could not control his Nanny Josie's antics from time to time.

Not that he really wanted to, of course. She had been his home for a very long time. And he felt all the contentment in the world that his new home and his old one settled in nicely together.

When the kettle clicked and announced that it was ready to be poured, James complied, and soon enough, the three of them were sat around the kitchen table with sunlight kissing at their features and merriment in their hearts.

For the time being, the secret merriment rattled around inside of James and Lynne, close to bursting! But all in good time. It wouldn't be long until good news was shared. James was certain that his grandmother would be delighted. She had hinted about an imminent arrival since he and Lynne had made it official.

James longed to weep and share with his grandmother that her good wishes had come to fruition but first, some small talk.

Josie's beady, observant eyes the shade of icy water noticed that neither her grandson nor his partner were drinking the tea that they usually partook in. James had taken the time to root through her diverse collection of herbal ones instead.

"Don't need the caffeine today, you two?" Josie questioned in between blowing across her own mug of earl grey with a splash of milk, her blue eyes not presenting icicles of interrogation and instead glittering like an ice sculpture.

James' hand on the small of Lynne's back as they sat together on the same side of the table to drink tea, shot Josie a look. It hadn't gotten lost on him what she had been hinting.

Lynne, however, was none the wiser. And although she began to shake her head and considered answering, a look across to James gave him permission to speak instead. As he found his voice, he spoke with the same cheekiness contained within Josie's speculative gaze.

"Nope. Ginger tea for us today." He answered, his right hand not leaving the base of Lynne's spine underneath where her dress was pulled in by a ribbon, massaging the material caringly even though his other hand reached for his own mug. "Ginger. In honor of my favorite one over here."

More lightheartedness taking James as its captor caused him to playfully tick his head towards Lynne before resting his cheek briefly against the top of her head. She felt her cheeks warm, and she blushed girlishly at his humor. His flattery.

It was that moment that Josie's eyes became icy spears. But only playfully. James had to hope anyway!

His Nanny Josie quirked up a singular eyebrow over taking a sip of her cup of tea.

"I see." She started, causing Lynne to turn away from James and to gently tilt her neck on the one side, wondering what Josie was implying. James suspected before words came. "Terrible liar." Josie confirmed, putting her cup down. She managed to stifle her smirk revealing a dimple like a ripe segment of fruit in her orchard. "Wonderful flatterer."

James was glad this time as Lynne was none the wiser! He didn't dare look at her as she turned to look at him, confusion washing over her face but not the kind that caused her eyebrows to plait together.

He quickly used both of his hands to reach across the table to his grandmother, holding one of her hands in both of his before she could reach for her tea once again.

"You know you're my whole heart." James reassured. Josie could not stop extra wrinkles from forming around her eyes because she knew it was the truth even if it was flattery. "But Nanny," he took his turn to pat his grandmother's knuckles. "You know that you stopped being a red head long before I came along."

James snatched his hands back away from Josie before the inevitable slap that she pretended to wrap across his knuckles! He was left guffawing like a schoolboy when this gesture came, even though she wouldn't dream of striking her beloved grandson. Even playfully.

Lynne had been so lost moments before. But she hadn't been put off by it. It made her heart nearly spill over seeing their special bond. And witnessing their laughter was unlike anything else. It was in these moments that she held a hand over her own chest, happy to be an observer. It was in times that James and Josie shared laughter that they never looked more similar.

Their naturally youthful eyes glittered like a sky full of diamonds when they found something funny. When they found something especially funny, they squeezed tight together. James didn't have his grandmother's dimples – they had skipped him entirely and been bestowed upon his eldest son, Justin, instead. But when James really laughed from the pits of his belly, almost a ripple existed in his skin, like if he laughed any harder than the skin would dimple, and a crescent could be there after all.

Lynne exhaled contentedly as she saw their laughter dying down and felt James' hand settle back at the base of her spine. It was within this contentment– and knowing her rightful place – that caused her to gladly ask instead of drinking her tea.

It would be far too hot for her for yet a while, even if she suspected that James had added a splash of cold water to it to cool it sooner for her.

"Is Noah not around today, Mrs. Morgan?" Lynne wondered, both her hands reaching across the table and drawing her cup towards her for something to do although, just like she suspected, the tea wasn't ready for her to drink just yet.

James did not feel Lynne glancing at him as her eyes instead fixed on conversing with his grandmother, but he knew it was alright to interject.

He knew his grandfather as much as he knew his grandmother.

"He must still be napping." James spoke by way of telling Josie that he had listened to all that she had said when he phoned her up that morning, rather than wanting to prove anything. He accompanied his own words with a quiet nod of the head, before reaching to sip his own tea.

Josie watched as James took a mouthful, put the mug down, and then reached to entwine his warmed fingers with Lynne's own toasty ones.

It was this that encouraged her to remember how Lynne had addressed her. Surely with how close she was to her grandson; she would soon feel able to call her by her first name.

"It's Josie to you, my dear." Josie told Lynne with the natural fleck of kindness in her eyes before turning her attention to James too, not wanting to make Lynne feel like she was being reprimanded. She would get there when she got there. "And yes, he is." Josie swallowed but it wasn't a mouthful of tea. Noah still made her heart sing like James and Lynne's did for one and other. "He hasn't been sleeping well, bless him. We rescued a new Pokémon just last week. You know how he is."

As Josie said this last sentence, she looked between James and Lynne, even more etchings scratching their way into the skin around her eyes and on her cheeks too. Their fingers intertwined and stroking each other, they looked at one and other before back at Josie, nodding their heads.

We all knew how Josie was, but we knew how Noah was too. If a new Pokémon was indeed in their care and had been abandoned or was worse for wear, then Noah would be sure to stay up by their side all throughout the night. Even if nothing else could be done. Even if all the first aid had been performed. Even after all the sustenance had been offered. He would stay up long into the night whispering reassuring words to the little creature.

No wonder James was so kind. Under his grandparent's care and guidance, he had become a man who would lose sleep for anyone anytime.

Josie was one of the people who would have loved to talk all day and all night about how wonderful her husband was. But her grandson and his partner were there to visit. It wasn't exactly a rare occasion. But each and every one was a special one.

Oh, how she longed to hear everything about them.

"So…" Josie changed the subject as naturally as she could, it not getting lost on her how even more joined at the hip the two of them were joined at the hip than usual. "What have you kids been doing with yourself?" she reached for her cup all over again and twinkled over the steaming liquid. "And keep it PG for your dear old Nanny, huh?"

While Lynne couldn't help but raise her and James' entwined hands to her mouth to stifle her chuckles as she saw the funny side and knew the truth, James went on the defensive.

He went about it politely enough but didn't like that his grandmother was insinuating such things. He never blabbed about anything of the sort, it was she who liked to probe and turn him red cheeked!

"You dirty old woman." James curled his lip at her and before Lynne could outrightly gasp at the way that he was speaking to her, Josie roared with laughter at his attitude and clapped her hands together.

This in turn caused James to be unable to stop a twinkle from relocating in his eye and encouraging the corner of his mouth to quirk towards one ear even if he had been trying to be serious.

Lynne found herself to be laughing gladly too, squeezing James' hand, and nestling their pair underneath her chin. While it was there, she felt him offer a lingering squeeze and she knew that it was up to her to bring up the subject if she was ready.

Oh, how ready she was! She felt absolutely giddy with the idea of Josie knowing that there would be another little baby just like her little James to love in the next couple of seasons.

Lynne needed to take a deep breath before she got down to it, and luckily, with the ginger tea, she could play it off as indigestion or something.

"Actually, Josie, we have been up to something, you could say." She began, and part of her wondered if then was the time to be using James' grandmother's name for the first time. But she couldn't overthink it or regret it. It was out there. And she had Josie's attention. "And that something means we have news to share with you."

Lynne took another deep breath to bookend her words. Following that, she needed to take hold of James' hand even tighter as the emotions threatened to brew in her eyes already. James knew he had to take over at least a little bit. But to tell you the truth, seeing Lynne get emotional was bound to get his tears flowing, and they surely would with or without her input!

He pressed a kiss to their entwined hands before looking over at Josie as she peered curiously back at the two of them.

"Yes, we have some really important news to share. As much as we love seeing you, Nanny, this is not just a social visit." James tried to paint the picture to nurture his grandmother's curiosity without giving too much away.

In the end, he played it a little too vaguely because it caused Josie to push her mug of tea away from her, that clearly becoming a need of the past, as she leaned closer to them both, trying to guess what it was they were trying to say before they said it.

She figured that it might be good news because they had only just been all over each other in the car as she had spied from the window! But she couldn't count on that. She had known how many times they had tried to keep away from each other while being madly in love.

"You're not splitting up, are you?" Josie barked, unable to stop the underlying fear that had been a small part in her mind from growing and growing. It caused her to stare, unblinking, between the two of them. "You better not be after I put a good word in for you both."

James wanted to at once reassure his grandmother, but part of him was taken over by amusement of how indignant she was being. And how she was acting like she had been the thing that solidified their union! Of course, it helped to have her support seeing as she could've shunned him, and his feelings given how he was as a younger man.

But he and Lynne had found each other and loved each other over and over because of their own desire. Their own bravery.

Lynne subtly nuzzled her nose against James' hand, and this told him to console his grandmother.

"No… No, we are most definitely not breaking up." James knew he had to move his hand away from Lynne's nose as much as he didn't want to in order to place a kiss there, reassuring her as much as he was reassuring his grandmother.

Lynne remained upright in her seat because she was thinking about how she was going to word the joyful news, but Josie sunk her back backwards in her seat, relieved. She knew deep down that that wasn't going to be the sad news. But boy was she glad to hear it.

Josie composed herself a little more and sat further up in her seat once again, even drawing the cup of tea back towards her. She then fixed her beady eyes on the two of them but had a natural patience running through her pupils even so.

Lynne was the one with the little angel growing inside of her so James figured that she was the one who should share the news. If she wanted to. Her turned his head towards her and pressed a lingering kiss to the side of her nose.

Oh, how she wanted to be the one to share the news.

She had thought over and over how she was going to word it. And then she decided that that she was going to just go for it. Taking her last deep breath for she knew that soon enough the love would fuel her lungs; she moved her and James' entwined hands towards the swell of her abdomen.

Josie twitched immediately.

"James and I… Me and James… We… We're going to have a baby." Lynne said. She did not know why it was so difficult until the tears turned her oceanic eyes into pools once she had successfully delivered a decent sentence. She sniffed and smiled simultaneously. "I'm having your grandson's baby."

James' hand felt drawn to the subtle bump of Lynne's belly like a moth to a flame with or without Lynne's hand guiding her there. He felt a rush of emotion from the second that they broke the distance with each other, let alone when Lynne pieced it all together.

And let alone when Josie reacted.

As he expected, his grandmother was overcome with her own emotion.

But he never could have expected the whoop that escaped her lips before she composed herself enough to be sensible.

"O… Oh my lucky stars, I don't know what to say." Josie stuttered out, feeling as though she was going to pass out but for some reason needing to stand up out of her seat, clutching onto the edge of the table. She knew why when she had the overwhelming desire to embrace them both. "I really, really don't know what to say." Josie was doddery for once as she made her way towards the couple. "I'm elated."

James ignored his thoughts of upsetting his grandmother for once as he moved to meet her halfway rather than allowing her to come to him, craning down and hugging her as tightly as possible without wounding her from the second that they got near to each other.

It was a tight, powerful hug, but it was a brief one. He had no doubt that she wanted to hold Lynne in her arms and ask permission to plant a kiss to her fingers before placing it on her belly for the baby too.

Lynne nodded tearfully from the second that Josie indeed asked of this, knowing in her heart of hearts that the entire moment was as beautiful as she dreamt it would be. Part of her felt like Josie should be hugging James equally as much.

But she gathered that they would have many more of their own moments together.

"I… I am still equally as speechless and elated myself." Lynne confessed, one particular tear of hers threatening to leak entirely and trickle down her cheek but she managed to smear it off her face before it left a line. She nearly had to do the same all over as she watched her James well up at the joy on his grandmother's face. She didn't have to think twice about reaching out for him yet again. "I feel like the luckiest person alive to have a baby with James."

Perhaps James should have wept upon hearing this but all he could do was squeeze Lynne's hand as soon as it was entwined with his and while his other hand rested on his grandmother's upper back, he reached and pressed a kiss on the side of her face. He kissed away any more tears that were determined to come.

Instead, it was Josie who felt her eyelashes growing spiky and she rested a hand on a different corner of the table to steady herself as she raised a manicured hand to prevent tears from staining her powdered cheek.

She had loved James like her own from the moment that he had been born. She was elated that he had found love over and over again, and it sent her head in a dizzying spin when she thought about how perfect Lynne was for him.

She was sure that his heart would never again be broken while she was around.

Oh, how giddy she felt that they were having a baby together! She didn't care if it was a girl like Lynne or a boy like James. She didn't care if it was a firecracker like herself or a peacemaker like Noah.

Noah!

She suddenly remembered her husband.

She knew she had to clutch onto her grandson's spare hand as she yelped with all her might to wake her husband from his nap. She did not have the patience to go into the living room to find him!

"Noah!" Josie screeched as if she was the age of the baby that James and Lynne would be expecting in six months' time, causing the couple to wateringly chuckle at each other, holding onto each other for a bit longer before James knew he needed both hands to steady his grandmother. Or to stifle her! "Come here! What's going on in here is way better than dreamland!"

James couldn't help but feel slightly bad for his grandpa being given such a rude awakening but, in the end, his ecstasy wore out and he couldn't deny himself the excitement of sharing his happiness with one more person. One more person who meant the absolute world to him.

Because Josie seemed to grow stronger after her screech had escaped her lungs, James was able to move away from his grandmother and stand behind Lynne instead, his hands attaching to her skin at once and rubbing up and down her arms gently.

Lynne giggled at the affection straight away and didn't hesitate to lean back against James' chest while Josie gave her swollen belly another delighted pat.

For someone who had been awoken from a nap, Noah did not appear too worse for wear when he appeared in the kitchen doorway. Although his moustache was not as pampered and twirled as James' father, it had still been combed and his hair slicked back.

His braces, however, were hanging from his belt and down near the back of his thighs so he was yanking them up as he answered the bark of his wife.

"There's no need to shout, my dear, my hearing hasn't quite left me just yet." Noah told his wife with a natural twinkle in his eye which glittered furthermore as his head turned to Lynne and then his grandson, giving them both a wink. "In fact, I've been awake since I heard you say my name the first time."

That was quite a while ago!

Before Noah could think about moving any further into the kitchen, Josie moved to greet him, giving him a playful slap of the hand that didn't make contact before grabbing both of his surprisingly chiseled cheeks and pecking his nose instead of his whiskers.

Josie then gasped. Loudly!

"Does that mean you've been eavesdropping on our entire conversation and didn't bother to come and join us, you cheeky sod?!" Josie pointed an accusatory finger at her husband now that she had stopped kissing him before steadying herself once more, her arms wrapping around her bosom.

Noah, married to Josie since they were barely out of their teenaged years, found her annoyance amusing rather than frightening. His moustache lifted closer to his nose and his dark, murky eyes glittered as he moved away from her short fuse – or affection – and headed towards James and Lynne instead.

He spoke his answer to them as much as he did his wife.

"Oh, I couldn't make anything else out other than my own name." he admitted with boyish playfulness, breaking the distance with James first even though he was furthest away from him, holding onto his cheeks and giving him a kiss on the forehead before patting Lynne's hand, offering her a shyer cheek kiss as well. "Call it selective hearing. Or talent."

Noah grew less coy as he found his voice all over again and was about to apologize sincerely to his grandson and his partner for the lack of presence up until that moment.

It shouldn't be a surprise to say that Josie got there first, however, wanting to have the last word as her arms around her chest even if they did soften a little.

"I call it rude." Josie reprimanded. But just like her shriek, when that was out of her system, her mock bad temper dissipated like a rain cloud and her spine straightened, appearing to stand taller than Noah. She realized she could not wait for her dear husband to know the news. "Little James and lovely Lynne aren't just here on a social visit." She gushed, it requiring every ounce of her not to spill the news. "They have wonderful news to tell us both."

At Noah and Josie's age, any news was wonderful news really, especially seeing as they were the kind of people to still feel joy and wonder about any tidbit, big or small.

James and Lynne's news was of course lifechanging. And Noah's own back straightened immediately when he heard this, the sclera of his eyes appearing even whiter against his dark irises.

Lynne wanted to feel her upper back pressing into James' chest forever, feeling his affection making its way from his heart and through his fingertips until it eventually sunk into her skin with his caress. But she knew right away that she wanted him to be the one to tell his grandfather. After all, she had the privilege of telling Josie.

James understood just by a look from Lynne. So, after pressing a kiss to her cheek and moving from behind her to the side of her instead, James didn't hesitate to place his hand over her blossoming belly while the other offered itself to his grandfather.

"Pop…" James began, and Noah's own heart skipped a bit from the second that he noticed his grandson's left hand cupping his partner's stomach. "Lynne and I are expecting a little baby together in the Fall."

Josie let out an emotional yelp and clapped her hands together all over again as if she was hearing it for the first time. In some ways she was. She knew when the little angel would be arriving!

Despite Noah having a heart flip of hope from his own intuitive observations, his kind eyes watered at once, and he showed no embarrassment when he felt very choked up. His hand reached out to shake James' without hesitation, squeezing it and patting it.

"Oh, my goodness, that is the most wonderful news I have heard in quite some time." Noah blinked rapidly in between moving to give his grandson another kiss on the cheek, paired with a proper embrace, before moving to offer Lynne his congratulations also. "How special for you both. For us all, really."

Lynne's heart practically melted into a puddle when she saw the soft exchange between grandfather and grandson, so she was practically no use to anyone when Noah held her in his arms and his shorter height allowed her to feel the tears from his eyes making a home against the shoulder of her blue dress.

Noah pulled away and apologized immediately, reaching for a hankie, and mopping himself up. James, with tears setting up a home in his own eyes, wondered if his grandmother was going to call his grandfather a soppy old thing when she encouraged him to come to her, so she could be the one to mop him up properly.

After Josie had dried her husband's eyes and moustache too and was patting his shoulders in celebration, Lynne privately feared that she was going to open her mouth and point out that she hoped both she and Noah would still be around to meet the little one! She did not wish that to be put out into the universe.

Josie surprised them both with the words that she chose to say. She could see James and Lynne's shoulders moving to find each other once again, practically joined at the hip as their hands searched for each other once more.

"Oh, you two deserve to have your own embrace and smooch at this wonderful news." Josie still had Noah's patterned hankie in her hold, and it waved in surrender before she chose to wink at the two of them, playing off her own moist eyes as humor. "You've mostly been able to keep your hands off each other thus far."

Like when Josie had been cheeky with him before, it was James' instinct to quirk a single eyebrow up towards his hairline at his grandmother, waving a dismissive hand of his. But Lynne caught his hand as it moved. And James at once knew in his heart that he couldn't resist the urge to make the most of loving Lynne and their baby while they were still around.

He didn't like to think what would happen if their time was suddenly up.

"I don't think I deserve any more than I have already been given." James uttered despite seizing the opportunity, relishing in feeling Lynne's fingers entwining through his. He touched her with his spare hand under the chin just once, mumbling against her lips before kissing her. "This amazing woman has lived through two lives just to make my one even more worth it."

And with that, James took all breath that Lynne felt she had left in her with the kiss that he gave her, let alone the words that he spoke. Lynne did not even have the chance to mumble the words oh James. Her eyes fluttered shut tearfully and she rested both hands over his chest as they kissed, feeling his pulse thumping with love for both her and their child.

Josie wasn't often quiet, and this was an occasion that she couldn't stop herself from squealing, going puddly all over again at her grandson and his partner's display. Fortunately, for James and Lynne's private moment, Noah broke the distance with his wife in the seconds after, wrapping his arms around her from the side and planting a kiss to her temple.

Without fail, Josie melted as if their own love story was just beginning like James and Lynne's love was. She would always be weak in the exact right way for Noah.

"How lucky we are, my dear." Josie sniffed and clutched onto her husband to stay upright, thinking words in her mind, and saying them before her voice croaked and gave up on her as emotions ran too high. "That little baby is going to be so loved."

Even Noah felt the need to clutch onto Josie with equal measure as James and Lynne pulled away from their kiss, but they still did not escape their little bubble, smiling tearfully with their lips close to each other's and their noses nuzzling.

He knew how rare ever-lasting love was. But he felt that James and Lynne's would be. Just like his with Josie.

"How lucky that little baby is too, my love." Noah told Josie while patting her hand, rapidly blinking as his gaze flickered between the couple and back at the love of his own life. He elaborated, but Josie knew. "They're going to be the best parents to them. Because they've already been the best kids to us."

Josie did not let out the same sob this time, but her throat did lurch, and Noah knew of it. This is why while James and Lynne were still in their bubble of outpouring love and affection, he seized his own moment in time with his wife.

Noah stopped hugging onto the side of her and moved to be in front of her instead, capturing both of her hands in his before planting a kiss on Josie's lips as well. Their kiss wasn't as long. It wasn't as new. But it spoke of the same feelings.

It was a new beginning for them all. It was a moment of union for them all. Two hearts had become one and that fusion had made a baby for all to love. And babies are just the most wonderful things, aren't they?

But love stories are too. Whether they are straight forward and simple like Noah and Josie's. Or you must fight through lifetimes to find it like James and Lynne. The world is full of them. My heart is certainly full of them.

And I must tell you, that I don't know how, but my own heart grew when I was told of the little cherub that was going to arrive, let alone when I met her.

The baby – known as Jorgie – was James' little piece of heaven. She was Lynne's piece of home that she once believed was so far away. Jorgie was many things. A wonderful addition in our lives absolutely. And a reminder that good things come out of everything. And good things prevail.

You just need to know where to look.

The End.


There you go, thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! :) So yeah, it's true that I came up with this idea a year or two ago, and that I knew it would start with a private moment in the car before moving onto including Josie and Noah. But truthfully, I wrote this chapter when I did because I wanted to write James and Lynne because of one particular line that got stuck in my head. And that is when James says that she has lived two lifetimes to make his one even more worth it. How funny to spend hours writing just to write that one line! But I love chapters like that. They feel very organic. I really do love James and Lynne. If I feel nostalgic over a couple, it's usually the two of them. You might not think that given how I've only written bits and pieces of them compared to other pairings. But I have deeply fond memories of creating their story with Shannon, and I feel like that was the time in which our ideas really started to take off, and it was hugely their role and the time we spent brain storming together, that made our world what it is :) Thanks again for reading and I will be back again next Wednesday with another update. October is a month with a lot of uploads! See you soon :P

Amy signing out :)