Emily entered the bedroom to find Alex putting in her earrings in the dresser mirror. Finley was playing with his trucks on the floor at her feet, blissfully unaware as to the day's events, other than the fact that he had to wear his fancy clothes.

"Black, Alex?" Emily asked as she approached behind her.

Alex caught her gaze in the mirror, brow raised. "Something wrong?"

Emily shrugged. "I thought it was considered impolite to wear black to a wedding..."

"You say that as if this is a happy occasion," Alex retorted, expression pointed.

"Alex..." Emily said warningly.

Alex whirled around to meet her gaze properly. "Emily, don't," she urged. "Don't start this. Don't pretend like you're happy about this."

With a weary sigh, Emily said, "What other choice do we have? We can't say anything or we risk alienating the mother of our grandson... That isn't what Ethan would have wanted."

"What Ethan would have wanted!?" Alex hissed, "Don't talk to me about what our son would have wanted! He would have wanted to live to see his son grow up, but he didn't even live to see his first birthday!"

"Don't you think I know that?" she snapped. "I was there, Alex – I was the one who had to lift our son's dead body onto the horse and bring him home!"

For several long moments, the two women stared at each other, silently fuming – though, technically speaking, they agreed. Then, though, Alex visibly deflated, the anger bleeding out of her. "I'm sorry, Em," she whispered, "I didn't mean to imply..." She trailed off, shaking her head sadly. "I'm just sorry."

"I know," Emily agreed quietly, drawing Alex into an embrace, holding her tight against her chest.

Neither woman said anything, simply holding each other as they lost themselves in the memories of their son and their love for each other. It wasn't until a little hand tugged at Alex's skirt, a meek voice interrupting the moment to ask, "Gigi?"

Alex pulled back from the embrace to kneel down so she was on Finley's eye level. "What is it, Finny?"

The boy scratched at his neck, rumpling the collar of his dress shirt. "Itchy..." he complained.

"I know, Buddy," she murmured. She adjusted the shirt as best she could so it wouldn't chafe his sensitive skin. "It's just for a little while, okay? Then you can put on your T-shirt and we'll go play..."

He nodded quite solemnly, clearly not very thrilled about the situation; though whether that was because of the dress clothes or something else entirely remained to be seen.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," the Minister said, "You may now kiss your bride."

"I think I will," the young man said with a cocksure grin as he leaned in to capture Maggie's lips.

The wedding was a small and rather earnest affair. The only people in attendance – apart from the bride and groom – were Emily, Alex, and Finley. Maggie's family – her parents and brothers, Henry and Michael – had all perished in a car accident nearly ten years prior, so the Prentiss-Miller clan was all she had left. The groom's family...well, God only knew where they were.

With a grim expression, Alex watched as Maggie pulled back from the kiss with a terse smile and dodged his lips when he ducked in for a second kiss. Alex tightened her grip on Emily's hand as she struggled to bite her tongue as she'd been doing for months now... She could hear Emily's voice in her head, reminding her It's none of our business and It's not our place, though she couldn't help but feel it was a great deal of their business who was a part of their grandson's life.

Maggie gestured for Finley to come over to her, but the boy leaned back against Emily's legs, seeming reluctant. Maggie gestured again and this time, Finley glanced up at his grandmothers in search of reassurance. It wasn't until Alex nodded and smiled encouragingly that he crossed the room to his mother's arms and the ever-stern stare of his stepfather.