She's been rocking on the back porch swing overlooking the garden for hours. Liv has laid his tousled head against her knees, and Becca is sleeping, cheek pillowed on the crook of her arm. Amanda is nestled against her mother as if she were meant to fill this sweet ache in her heart.

It is a while before she feels that tingle in her spine letting her know Remy is watching. When she looks up, he is standing in the doorway.

She smiles softly, shyly.

His eyes soften.

She thinks they feel the same, that they'll hold this picture... Forever.