A/N:

Just a heads up to everyone…I have changed jobs and my schedule has changed. I will continue to update my two stories, I'm just not certain how that will look like moving forward. In a perfect world, I will update a chapter for both stories each Monday just like normal. In an imperfect world, I may only update one chapter to one story instead of both stories. I just don't know yet. My new schedule will dictate what I am able to do. I will try to keep things normal. I don't know how things will work out yet. Thanks for your understanding and patience.

Again, leave someone better than you found them.

Chapter 95

Jack quietly walked into his bedroom. Elizabeth was lying on her side facing his side of the bed. Jack smiled knowing that she was pretending to be asleep. He knew that not only because he was a mountie and trained to notice the smallest of things, but also because he knew his wife. He studied her because she intrigued him. When he would pull back another layer of his wife, he thought he knew everything. However, he would find another layer to explore.

He walked to his side of the bed and gently laid down. He placed his hand on her hip and scoot a little closer to her.

"You know, when you are really asleep, your breathing is slower and more rhythmic."

Elizabeth let out a small huff at getting caught. She opened her eyes to a smirking Jack. The same facial expression that she hated so much but loved even more.

"There are those blue eyes." Jack smile grew.

Elizabeth tried her best to scoot closer to him but was finding it difficult to. She placed her hand on his chest and looked him in the eyes.

"Thank you, Jack, for giving my father an opportunity to change his life."

"That's really up to him."
"Yes, it is. He can truly change, but you are giving him the chance to be involved in our lives. I know you have bent over backwards to take care of him. You didn't handcuff him in front of us when you had every right to. You spoke with the prosecutors team to cut him a plea deal. You haven't discouraged me from speaking with him. Actually, you have encouraged me to have a relationship with him. Thank you for that."
"He's your father Elizabeth. Of course, you should have every opportunity to have a relationship with him. Other than you, JJ, and this little one." He moved his hand to her swollen tummy. "I would give all I have to have a two minute conversation with my father." He let out a slow, deep breath. "But Elizabeth, if he crosses you or JJ…"
Her smiled stopped his husband's and father's tone and voice. "Thank you for always protecting me and our family." She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "You have every right to keep him at a distance, yet you are willing to allow him to stay here with us."
"He's your father Elizabeth. I know full well what it means to not have a father. If he truly has changed and keeps you and our family in the place you all deserve, he is welcomed here. But Elizabeth, while I am willing to have him here with us and have a full relationship with you, JJ, and baby Thornton, I want to take this slow. While I have forgiven him, I still can't forget all that he said and done to me."
"I know."
"I told him we will take our relationship day to day."
She didn't have to say anything else to tell him how grateful she is for him. She understood his hesitancy and was grateful he was open to a relationship with her father at some point in time if her father continued to show himself to be truly changed. He understood everything her eyes were telling him.

"E…liz…a…beth…" He elongated her name in a loving, sincere tone. "Thank you for all of this."
"Thank you for all of this."
"When you left and were gone for so long, I eventually moved on. When you came back, I didn't really want you here. It was just too painful to see you and not be with you."
"I remember our first walk, you were trying to push me away. You thought Charles and I had an argument, and I was just here because you were better than nothing or that I was just trying to make Charles jealous."

"Yeah…"
"Did you really think that?"
"I honestly did. It was better not seeing you than seeing you knowing you weren't with me. Thank you for fighting for me."
"It was always you, Jack. It was always us."

"Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for being stubborn."
"Hey…" She huffed at his last remark.

"I love you."

Elizabeth clinched her fist on his chest gathering his shirt in her hand. She pulled it a little closer to her.

"Mr. Thornton, you are breaking the rule." Her voice was partially full of a teacher's tone. It was also filled with a flirty tone.

"Me, breaking a rule?" He asked with his eyes brightening.

"Yes, you know you are not allowed to sleep with a shirt. We have established this before we were married."
"Well…"
He stopped when she leaned forward and gave him a searing kiss that made his mind stop working. She loved this man. He wasn't perfect by any measure, but he was a good man. She loved the example he was teaching her little boy. He didn't forget the past, yet he was willing to allow her father to prove himself. That was all she could ask for. Yet, he did it willingly. Not because she asked him to, but because he was just that type of man. The goodness of Jack was a turn on.

Elizabeth deepened the kiss as she pulled his shirt even more. Her tongue searched for his. When he gasped at her actions, it only caused her to dive deeper into her husband. As her pregnancy developed into months, their intimacy had slowed down drastically. Neither was happy about that fact, but completely understood this was natural.

"Jack…please make love to me." Her voice was slow with a pause between each word. Her voice was seductive and full of want. It made his heart stop.

"But Elizabeth…"

"I promise to all that is dear to me…" She passionately kissed her husband. "…if you don't make love to me, I will make you sit in the corner with a silly hat on for the rest of your life."

Jack smiled at her complete teacher voice. He loved it when she went into what he called 'sexy teacher mode'.

"But…" He stated once his brain was able to engage in the conversation. He began to rub her very pregnant belly.

"You are a highly trained…resourceful man. I bet you can figure it out." She moved a little closer. "While sitting in that corner, you will have to write 'I will do what Mrs. Thornton told me to do'."

"Elizabeth…"

"Jarrick Thornton…you have been told what to do!" Her voice turned even more serious. "Make love to me." She stated as she pulled on his shirt even more until he was nose to nose with her. Her eyes intently focused on him.

"But, I need…" He placed his finger on her lips when she began to interrupt him again. "I need to close the door." He nodded toward the bedroom door.

Elizabeth turned her head enough to look behind her at the open door.

"Good grief…" She huffed in frustration. She didn't want to release her husband.

"I'll be right back." He quickly stated as he stood up. She began to say something until she saw his smirking face.

Instead of saying anything, his grin began to grow. He slowly reached for the bottom of his shirt. Very slowly, he began to pull it up his torso. Slowly, he was giving his wife a slow look at his stomach and chest. He wasn't sure why she liked this so much, but he knew she did. His smirk only grew when she bit her bottom lip.

With all the sexual frustration built up in her with her husband standing by their bed instead of lying beside her, she pointed to the door. Now!"

…

After a very pleasurable middle of the night with his wife, Jack woke up with a smile on his face that he knew would remain plastered on his face all day. He knew it was still early with the darkness of the night coming through the windows. Elizabeth was asleep curled up to him. He knew she was only doing it for his warmth, but he didn't care. His precious wife was beside him.
She would normally be hot and sleep away from him since she was pregnant, but with it being so cold out, she was sleeping by him again. He noticed a few snowflakes falling outside. He wanted to go out on the small deck outside of the bedroom, but he knew it would be too cold for that.

Jack understood the excitement of his little boy. He was looking forward to Christmas. He always had. They have spoken about this since it was the first Christmas without his mom and dad, but JJ was doing ok with it. Of course he missed them, but he was very happy with Jack and Elizabeth.

Jack decided he was going to make breakfast for everyone. Since Elizabeth was over her sickness, she was hungry first thing in the morning. She wouldn't eat a large portion, but she did want something to eat. Jack's ability in the kitchen wasn't the greatest. He would never be accused of being a chief. However, he did possess a little bit of skills. Biscuits, eggs, and bacon were on the menu.

Jack found his clothing on the floor and dressed. He kissed Elizabeth on the forehead and pulled the blanket up to her chin. He knew she would be cold since she just lost her personal heater. He also took the extra blanket that was at her feet and placed it over her as well. As he walked into the living room and then turned to the kitchen, he saw his little boy sitting at the kitchen table with a small glass of milk in front of him. His right hand was on the glass. He was just staring off in the distance focusing on nothing in particular.

"Son." Jack stated as he placed his hand on JJ's shoulder. "Are you ok?"

Jack figured JJ would be up early to check out the presents. That's why he was up early setting the presents out when he and William had their discussion.

JJ jumped at his father's touch. "Oh…"
"I'm sorry I scared you." Jack pulled out the chair beside his son. "What's going on with you?"
"Nothing." His voice trailed off.

"Son, would you like to try answering that question again?"
JJ let out a small chuckle. His daddy just knew…he always knew when something was off.

"Daddy, is forgiveness all or nothing?"
"Wow…that's a big question so early in the morning."
"It is."
"May I ask what has you thinking about such a big topic so early on Christmas morning?"

JJ nodded upstairs. Jack smiled his understanding.

"It's hard, isn't it?" JJ asked in a soft voice.

Jack nodded his head. He let out a breath of air. "It can be."
"I heard what you and Mr. Thatcher talked about last night."
"You did?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I heard voices. I came to the top of the stairs and heard what you two were talking about."
"JJ, you shouldn't have listened to a conversation you weren't part of."

"I know. I'm sorry."
"So…is forgiveness all or nothing?"

Jack leaned forward in his chair after he turned it to face his little boy a little more. "I'm no theological scholar. What I think is that forgiveness is a process. I hope it becomes all and to some degree it can even if the other person isn't part of it."
JJ thought about Jack's words for a moment. "How so?" He asked.

"Since we are talking about Mr. Thatcher, let's just use him as an example of what we are talking about."
"Ok."
"He did some awful things. He thought he was right even when others were telling him he was wrong. Once he was caught and arrested, he refused to take responsibility of his actions."
"Yeah…he did bad things toward Mr. Coulter, mommy…and you."
"He did. Now, Mr. Coulter has forgiven him."
"Mr. Coulter hasn't even met him."

"True. Even so, Mr. Coulter has forgiven him and doesn't hold any bad intentions toward Mr. Thatcher. Mr. Thatcher finally accepted responsibility for his actions. He made restitution toward Mr. Coulter for all the damages and pain and suffering he caused Mr. Coulter and the sawmill."
"Yes, he paid his fines."
"Yes. He also admitted his guilt in a court of law. He stood and admitted that what he did was completely wrong. He paid the fines that the government said he needed to pay. He also accepted the punishment in prison that the government sentenced him to. The government offered him a chance to be released early if he met some conditions. One of those conditions is that he will teach business to young men and women in prison in hopes that they turn their lives around."

"So, forgiveness is contingent of the person accepting responsibility and doing right?"
Jack could only smile at his smart boy. "No. It's really good when someone does those things but that isn't true forgiveness."
"Mr. Coulter forgave Mr. Thatcher. Didn't he do that just because he paid all of that money?"
"I don't think so. Mr. Thatcher hasn't paid anything to me. He hasn't done anything for me. However, I have forgiven him for all the things he said to me."
"So, you've forgiven him even though he hasn't paid you?"
"Yes." Jack smiled. His intelligent boy was working through this difficult aspect of forgiveness.
"I forgave him not for what he has done for me, I forgave him because it's what's best for me. If I withheld forgiveness, it only hurts me."

"So…you had to forgive him?"
"Not because mommy made me, but I can't live my life in hatred."
"So, you'll welcome him into your life completely."
Jack leaned back in his chair. "This is where it gets very complicated. Just because I forgave Mr. Thatcher, doesn't mean I have to allow him back in my life."
"It doesn't?"
"No, I forgave him because unforgiveness only hurts me, not him. However, with Mr. Thatcher willingness to take responsibility and asking for my forgiveness, I am willing to give him a chance to prove himself. He has earned that at least."
"You said you will take it day to day."
"I did. If Mr. Thatcher truly changed and he proves that over time, then we can have a good friendship, maybe even consider him as true family. If he hasn't changed, I will still forgive him for what he has done, but I don't have to allow him in my life if he continues to do bad things."
JJ leaned back in his chair. Jack inwardly smiled when he noticed his little boy was copying his actions. He did that every time he noticed his son doing what he normally does.

"JJ, if you want to call Mr. Thatcher your grandpa, you may. I will never keep you from him if he is doing right by you. If he hurts you or causes you pain, then I will step in and protect you and mommy. I lost my pa too. I know what it means to grow up without a father. I will never do that with your mommy if Mr. Thatcher is doing right by her."
"I'm thankful for you."

"I'm very thankful you are here." Jack reached and patted JJ's forearm. "Family is important. If Mr. Thatcher loves your mommy and you like he should, I will be happy."

JJ was learning that forgiveness was a very difficult topic to rationalize. It had several layers to it. He could completely forgive Mr. Thatcher even if Mr. Thatcher could care less if he did or not. He could forgive Mr. Thatcher and give him an opportunity to make things right and then develop a solid, loving relationship. He quickly fell in love with Mrs. Thatcher, but he always thought that was easy because Mrs. Thatcher didn't play any role in the explosions of the sawmill.

JJ remembered being afraid to visit Mr. Thatcher in the prison while they all visited him in Hamilton. Part of it was due to the visit taking place in a prison. Another part was all the bad things he did against the sawmill. Another part was that he pushed Mr. K in pursuing his mommy and how he treated his daddy. He knew his daddy was uncomfortable on their way to Hamilton and it was due to how Mr. Thatcher had treated him since he and his mommy met and began courting.

JJ also remembered all the letters he received from Mr. Thatcher. The little secrets he shared about his mommy. He always looked forward to the letters and the stories. He also remembered the math books and the math questions. He loved those things. He would make an effort each Friday to go to the mercantile to pick up the letters.

JJ let out a long breath. He was having trouble figuring out everything.

"JJ, this is a big issue, a huge issue and it's very difficult to grasp it in its entirety. If you have any questions, come to me or mommy. We will help in any way we can." JJ nodded his head. "Now remember, if you would like to call Mr. Thatcher grandpa, you most certainly can. If you don't want to, that is perfectly alright too.

"There's no rush in making this decision. You don't have to make this decision today. Take your time. Talk to mommy and me. Give it time. Get to know Mr. Thatcher. Let him prove to you one way or another. Just take this slow."
"Thanks daddy."

"Now, I was going to make breakfast for everyone. Would you like to help me?"
"Sure!"

...

Mr. and Mrs. P sat at the kitchen table enjoying the early morning with a hot cup of coffee. They had plans to walk up to Elizabeth's home in a little while to watch JJ open his gifts from them. They weren't going too early. They wanted Jack, Elizabeth, and JJ to enjoy their Christmas morning together as a family. After all, this was their first Christmas as a family. They needed to spend that time together.

"Are you excited?"
Mrs. P looked at her husband a little confused. "Of course I'm excited. It's Christmas!"

"I know you love Christmas, but that's not what I'm talking about."
"Yes, I get to spend time with Bethie, Jack, and JJ in a little bit."

"True…but that's not what I'm talking about either."

"Then what are you talking about, old man?"

"It won't be much longer, and Bethie will have her baby."

Mrs. P's smile only grew at her new role that is quickly approaching. She really was looking forward to helping with Elizabeth's baby. She also made herself a promise that she wouldn't overstep her place. She just wanted to help her Bethie.

Mr. P stood and walked behind his precious wife. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze.

"It is a true blessing to help the young lady you raised and to help raise her child. Especially a young lady that you loved like your own child. And don't you worry, you will not overstep your place. You will be a blessing to her."
Mrs. P quickly turned her head. Then she realized she shouldn't be shocked that her husband knew her so well. She sighed in contentment.

"I just want to be a help."
"I know and so does Bethie. You will not only help her when she goes back to school, but you will share with her the unlimited knowledge you have."
"You're too sweet."

"People know that far and wide." He playfully sassed.

…

Frank sat on the bottom step with his coffee cup in his hands. The coffee has already grown cold. He was lost in his thoughts and had no idea how long he held the cup. He didn't even hear Abagail coming down the steps.

She placed one hand on his right shoulder as she sat down beside him. She placed her other hand on her belly bump.

"Are you ok?"
"Yeah." His voice trailed off.

Abagail stared at him for a moment. She placed her head on his shoulder. "Talk to me."

"Abagail, my early life was hard. You know the story. Running from the law. Chasing after the next hit. Bouncing from one camp site to another so I wouldn't get arrested. When I was arrested, I found God in the most unlikely place, my jail cell. I promised God that I would give him my life."
"I think you have."
"I've tried. After my jail time, I was a pastor of a small town. I gave all of myself to it. I enjoyed it greatly. Then I was asked to come to Hope Valley. I loved it. For only the second time in my life, I felt like I was home. Then…the greatest blessing came into my life. I have to admit she is a little stubborn and very competitive."

Abagail could only smile. She tightened her hold on her husband's arm.

"Then, she is giving me the next great blessing…a baby."
"Yeah…I never thought I would be remarried. Certainly never thought I would be pregnant. Noah and I tried to have more than Peter, but it just wasn't in our future. Once they died, I just closed that part of my heart off. Then there was this guy who thinks he knows how to fish with some wood lures. While he can't fish very well, he knows how to cook fish." She smirked.

"I was just sitting here thanking God for all he has done for me. A new life… You… It seems a little too much at times."

"I know what you mean."

"Abagail, I love you."
"I love you, Frank."

…

Elizabeth walked in to her kitchen to see her husband and son wearing an apron standing in front of the stove. She placed a hand over her mouth trying to stifle the sound. She shook her head. They were wearing their pajama pants and aprons. Their shirts were hanging on a chair. She didn't understand why they would always do things shirtless, but she didn't mind seeing her husband without a shirt. She loved her view and didn't want it to stop. The ongoing conversation was just too much cuteness to handle.

"I don't think you're doing it right daddy."
"Are you sure?"
"No."
"Then why are you saying that?"
JJ leaned forward and looked into the skillet. "When mommy does it, it doesn't look like that."
"Maybe so, but it smells good."
"I think that's the biscuits from Auntie Abagail's."
"Hey." Jack tried to sound offended.

"The eggs look good."

"I haven't even put them in the skillet yet. They're sitting on the counter."
"Yup." JJ smirked.

"That's enough from you." Jack smirked as he looked back into the skillet.

"You know...I don't think it's supposed to look like…hey!" JJ shouted as Jack picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

He grabbed his ankles and dangled him off his back suspending him in air.

"Daddy!"

"Now what were you saying about my cooking?"
"Oh…hey mommy!"

That's when Elizabeth lost her battle against giggling. She raised her eyebrows as she leaned against the chair.

"Should you really have him hanging upside down without a shirt on?"
"Of course. Why not?"
"Isn't that a little dangerous?"
"Dangerous? Hanging upside down in the kitchen? How is this dangerous?"

"Don't worry daddy…she's just being a mommy." JJ giggled. "You know, I think my blood is beginning to go to my head."

"Well, in that case, I should probably put you down."
"Probably before whatever you have in the skillet burns." Elizabeth tried to peek from her viewpoint as she spoke. She didn't even try to hide her smile.

"Oh!" Jack placed JJ on his shoulder as he turned his attention to the skillet. He held onto JJ with one hand while he grabbed a spatula with his left hand. He quickly looked at the bacon and knew he had to get it out of the skillet before it burned. He reached for a plate he had sitting to the side for it.

"That's a lot of bacon." Elizabeth said as she stood beside her husband. She placed a hand on JJ's back. He was still bent over his daddy's shoulder.

"Are you ok?"
"I am mommy." JJ giggled as he was laying over Jack's shoulder.

"We have several people here this morning."
"Plus, I'm hungry."

"Me too!" Jack stated.
Elizabeth laughed at her two boys. She could only shake her head at their silliness. She didn't understand it, but she loved their silliness.

"What I don't understand, why are you wearing an apron and not a shirt?"
"We're making bacon!" JJ shouted as Jack jumped up and down a little just to ruff him up a little.

"If you've ever had bacon grease splatter on your bare stomach and chest, you'll wear an apron too."

"We'll, I can't ever imagine not wearing a blouse while cooking. So…why are you two not wearing a shirt? As a matter of fact,…" She paused. "…why is it when you two do things together you don't wear a shirt?"

"We're boys." Jack and JJ stated at the same time.

Elizabeth could only shake her head and laugh at the silly pride in their voices and the look on their faces.

"Anything I can help with?" Elizabeth sweetly asked.

"Nope!" Both of her boys stated at the same time.

"It's a guy's thing." JJ giggled as Jack lifted him off his shoulder and sat him down on the floor.

"Yeah mommy…it's a guy's thing." Jack sassed with a dimpled grin.

Elizabeth couldn't explain it, nor could she understand it. However, she fell in love with her two boys even more.

"Gifts after breakfast?"
"Yup." JJ mentioned as he turned to his mommy. He guided her toward the table. "Now, sit here. There's not enough room for you at the stove. It's guys only!" His little stern voice trying to be insistent. He pulled out a chair for her to sit down.

"Can any guy get in on this or is it just a father and son thing?" William asked from the stairway.

JJ kissed Elizabeth on the cheek. Then he glanced to Jack to get his thought. When his daddy slightly nodded his head, JJ turned his attention to William.
"Can you make eggs?"
"To be honest, I haven't done it before."
"Well, we don't know what we're doing either, so, come on." JJ waved his hand toward the stove.

"There's another apron in the pantry, but it has flowers on it."
"Thanks." William stated. "Is it a requirement to take my shirt off?" William chuckled when he noticed Jack and JJ weren't wearing a shirt under their aprons.

…

Elizabeth and Grace sat in front of the fireplace in the living room. They were enjoying watching the flames and listening to the crackle of the fireplace.

"Is it safe to have the guys in the kitchen cooking breakfast?" Grace asked.

"Safe, sure but Jack isn't the greatest cook."
"I don't think William has ever cooked anything in his life."
"We haven't heard anything in a while that resembled trouble, but we may need to check on them in a little bit."
"I've enjoyed catching up with you."
"Me too mother." She smiled as she took a sip of her tea. "How are things going with father back home?"

Grace looked down at her cup of tea. She watched the steam come out of the cup. She was living in the memories of their time together. Their first night together and the time in the kitchen really late at night. Then she thought about the make out session on the train ride. Then their time together last night. Her eyes glassed over, and a smile formed on the corner of her lips at the memories.

Elizabeth smiled at the expression of thoughtfulness on her mother's face. She wanted to say something, but she didn't want to interrupt her mother's memories.

Grace blinked rapidly, tearing her way out of the precious memories of the last few days.

"Oh…it's an adjustment, but we are doing well. We were only at home for one day before we began our journey here." Grace looked around the home. "Bethie dear, you have yourself a beautiful home."
"Jack did a great job."
"I heard he had a lot of help."
"Yes, the men were very helpful. Jack worked on it when he could, but he was very busy."
"Jack is a good man."
"Yes mother, he is."

"I love the little rock out front. When we arrived last night, it was snowing. The snow made the rock seem like it was sparkling. They almost seemed like fireworks."
"That's one of my favorite parts. They do the same thing when rain hits it. During the summer, when the sun moves across the sky, they slowly change colors."

"That must be a wonderful sight to see."

"Maybe you and father can come during the summer months."

"I'm sure we will want to come and visit when you have this little one." She placed her hand on Elizabeth's belly.

"Maybe we should check on the guys. They should be finished with breakfast."

…

"Alright Mr. Thatcher, you need to use bacon grease for the eggs."

"Bacon grease?"

JJ smiled. "Yes, it gives it extra flavor. You can never go wrong with bacon."
"He's right William." Jack stated. "Bacon grease really does add flavor."
"You need to take your shirt off."
William turned his attention from Jack to JJ. "Why?"
"We're guys…it's what guys do."
"Really?"
Jack laughed at his father-in-law's confused expression. "When we would chop wood for Auntie Abagail, we would act silly. We would take our shirts off and flex our muscles. We were just being silly and enjoying the moment."
"And this turned into shirtless cooking?"
"Sure, why not?" JJ smiled as he opened the stove door. "It's a lot of fun."
"It's just something we started to do while chopping wood." Jack stated as he carefully watched his son grab a towel and pull out the pan with the biscuits on it. "It was a way for us to connect with each other when he first moved here with me. He would climb on top of the wood pile and flex his little muscles at me. Then I would do the same thing. We connected over being silly, just boys being boys." He shrugged his shoulders. "It was silly and probably embarrassing if others would ever saw us, but it allowed us to connect with each other."

"Jack, you are a good father. It's easy to see."

"Thank you, William."

"So…? Asked JJ as he nodded toward his shirt on the back of the chair.

…

"Come on." Grace stood and offered her hand to help Elizabeth up. While she could stand by herself, the pregnancy was advanced to where it was a little bit of a struggle. It was just easier when someone helped her. While she hated the help, she was also thankful for it.

"I'm getting a little worried…"
"Why?"
"It's a little too quiet in there. I get worried when JJ is quiet."

"Spoken like a true mother." Grace giggled. "You and your sisters were always on the quiet side."
"Boys are different. When boys are quiet, it's usually a bad thing." Elizabeth giggled at all the memories of catching her son because he was quiet.

Both ladies stopped when they took their eyes off each other and saw their men in front of them.

"Father!" Elizabeth squealed.

"William! What in the world?!"

"What?" He stated as he turned around quickly followed by Jack and JJ.

"Where is your shirt?!"

"It's a guy thing…we're cooking." William shrugged his shoulders. All three men were wearing an apron and no shirt. William turned his attention back to the stove.

"Come on grandma…breakfast is served." JJ stated with great pride as he turned around and grabbed the plate of biscuits. "I hope you're hungry. We have a lot of food."

"Good grief…" Elizabeth shook her head. "Shirts first, please."