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Promises (or lack thereof) - Pt. 25/25

Challenge:  love_bingo   
Rating:  PG to PG-13
Words:  805
Prompt:  LG5 - Parents
Warnings:  Nothing too explicit but will warn for violence/implied torture in a couple of the later parts (I'll post a specific warning on those posts). Everything in the series and comics is fair game, so spoilers ahoy!  

Disclaimer:   I do not own, nor am I affiliated with, CBS or Jericho or...whoever else may actually own this show.  I just like to take the characters out to play.  I put them back, mostly unharmed...although not always...this is for fun, not profit and no copyright infringement is intended.


Even though there were still three days before the wedding, the entire extended family had converged on the Beck home for a backyard barbecue, good cheer and a no-holds-barred touch football game. That one Beck blamed on the Green branch of the family. He only wished he still felt up to playing it as passionately as his children and grandchildren.

He groaned as he sat on the porch swing, settling beside Heather. He put his arm around her, and she snuggled against him with a comfort built from over thirty years of living and loving together. They watched their children and grandchildren playing on the front lawn.

Beck sighed contentedly, then chuckled. "Remember how I told you we'd have to make it through parenthood without losing our minds?"

Heather nodded. "I remember it well. Why?"

Beck nodded towards the gaggle of people on the lawn. "Considering we now share a grandchild with Jake Green, I may have spoke too soon. Maybe we'll go crazy with the grandchildren."

Heather laughed up at him and kissed him. "We've made it this far. Or at least I have."

He gave her a mock affronted look, then began to tickle her. Her laughs and shrieks caused everyone on the lawn to pause and watch them playfully wrestle and then kiss. 

"Get a room you two!" Rae yelled as Beck moved in for a a second kiss. Everyone laughed and Beck shook his head ruefully at Heather and settled back into the porch swing.

Beck sighed contentedly as he watched the game. Gail had passed away six years before but the family she'd raised or gathered around her were all here. Jake and Emily were refereeing the game, while Eric and Stanley were coaching. Mimi and Mary were in charge of the smallest members of the clan, while all of those who were old enough to play - or toddle, Beck thought as he watched his two-year-old grandson follow his father as fast as his little legs could carry him - were playing en masse on the lawn. Hawkins and Darcy were part of the spectators cheering on their children and grandchidren. It was their grandson who would be marrying Melissa in three days.

Heather grinned suddenly. "If you think sharing a grandchild with Jake is a challenge, how about sharing a grandchild with Hawkins?"

Beck laughed. "At least it will only be my grandchild - it will be Hawkins' great-grandchild!"

Heather slanted him a look. "I dare you to point that out to Darcy," she said sweetly.

Beck mock-shuddered. "No way. She'd kick my ass."

Beck contentedly went back to watching the game and pondering how far they'd come. Rae had married a man she met when she went to school in Denver; Melissa was getting married in three days; Jonas was going to school in the east but he intended to come back to Jericho when he was done. He wanted to work in politics and Jericho was still the capitol of the United States, and it was starting to look like it always would be. As for Leila - to everyone's surprise, she'd started dating Johnston Jacob Green III shortly after his divorce from Kate Turner became final four years before. Their son was the two-year-old toddler following in his father's footsteps. And his grandfather's, Beck thought ruefully. Johnston Jacob Green IV - another Johnston Green.

Beck was seventy now. His hair was fully gray although it was still thick and trimmed close to his scalp. He moved much slower in the mornings and his old wounds acted up when the weather was changing. Beck looked at Heather and smiled. Heather, on the other hand, looked as young and vibrant now as the day he'd met her. Yes, she had more gray in her hair; maybe an extra wrinkle or two. But sometimes when he looked at her, he could see, almost superimposed on each other, all the Heathers he'd known through the years. He could see the Heather he'd first met; the Heather who had stood up to him and called him a coward and then sat with him as he awaited his fate. He could see the Heather who'd vowed to keep Jericho safe, who'd made desperate love with him the night before he left for the front lines. He could see the Heather who'd waited for him to return, who'd waited for him to be ready to admit his first wife was gone, to be ready to admit he loved her.

She glanced at him and gave him a puzzled smile. "What?" she asked.

"Have I told you today that I love you?" he asked.

"Yes - but you can always tell me again."

"I love you," he said softly. "I'll love you forever."

"Yeah?" Heather teased. "You promise?"

"I promise."

Part 24



( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 20th, 2011 01:10 pm (UTC)
Wow. Just wow.

Now I need to get to work.
Jun. 28th, 2011 01:54 pm (UTC)
Hee! Thanks - and I'm looking forward to an update whenever it arrives. (no pressure! :D )
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