Jim tensed every so slightly as she pulled away. He needed the contact, something that told him this was real. He was home, with this family. So, when Wyatt reached up for his hand, taking it gave him a bit of stability.
"Of course-" There was a slight pause as he added "—Son."
Rachel seemed less nervous than before, smiling at her husband and son. "Alright. Let's get going, then." She turned away to trot down the stairs, holding back tears of joy. One night- she was getting one night of being a normal wife, with a normal husband and a beautifully normal son. A dream come true.
Wyatt clung to his father's hand and started to tug him down the stairs. "Come on, Daddy, come on! Ice cream!"














