Setting the bag containing several presents (from not just her but the whole of the Commandos) down, Bex started to make her way through the house. In the kitchen, she located Phil and his wife but no baby. She opened her mouth to ask, but before she even got the question out, Phil pointed to the floor above. "Mom has her. First door on the left." Following Phil's directions, Bex headed up to the nursery, smiling as she saw Peggy with the little girl. "So how does it feel to be a grandma?"
Peggy and Dugan had flown in from London the week before, anticipating the birth of their first grandchild. Everything had gone well for Elizabeth and she had brought a beautiful little girl into the world. A few days later, mother and daughter were home and Peggy was there to offer them all the help they would need. Phil was grateful for this mum, knowing that she would be there when he was called back into work.
When Bex came upstairs, she would hear soft singing coming from the nursery. “Que será, será. Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que será, será. What will be, will be.”
Hearing Bex’s voice in the doorway, Peggy turned and smiled broadly. “Over the moon. Look at her, Bex. She’s perfect. My little Alexandra.”
