Six years later
-Lindsey-
"I don't think this matches, Steph." I trail through our bedroom, where she's sitting on the edge of the bed, putting her shoes on. "Look, baby." I hold up my tie- the same one that is supposed to match what she's wearing.
She turns to look at me, a small smile on her face as she shakes her head. "You're right." She pushes herself up, walking past me to get to the closet.
I stay close behind, watching as she moves in that deep red colored dress. She looks perfect, like every day, but a little extra this afternoon.
"It's this one, Lindsey." She holds up the wine colored tie, turning back to me to pull my plain old red one off. "You look very handsome, my dear." She smiles, tying the tie nicely around my neck as I look down at her.
"And you are beyond beautiful," I circle my hands around her waist, pulling her in a little closer as she rubs my chest.
"Thank you," her other hand softly falls on my cheek, giving me a gentle smile as her thumb runs right under my eye. "Too bad we have lots of guests to tend to," she raises an eyebrow, lightly giggling as she leans in for a quick kiss.
"Grandma?" That little voice causes a soft laugh to escape us, both.
"What's up, sweetie?" Stevie turns around in my arms, allowing me to hold her hips as she smiles at Lynley.
She's in her puffy pink dress, hair pulled up into curls to show off the new earrings her grandma got her.
"I need your help buckling my shoes." She points down to her little white Mary janes that are accompanied by white ruffled socks.
"Come here," she takes our granddaughters hand in her own, leading the way to the accent chair.
I can't help but smile as Lynley crawls in to it, dangling her feet over the edge for Stevie to latch her shoes.
"You look so pretty, Grandma." Lynley is very right... she looks effortlessly amazing today, but like I mentioned, she always does.
"So do you, sweet girl." Stevie slowly stands back up after getting Lynley's feet comfortable in those shoes.
"Papa, look." She gives me a big, toothless grin as she pops open the heart shaped locket.
I crease a brow, trying to see the picture inside.
"It's my mama." She tells me, which causes my heart to sink into the pit of my stomach.
Nodding my head lightly, my eyes meet Stevie's for a moment, knowing already that that was her doing. "She was special..." I've told her that a million times. "Just like you," I add.
She giggles lightly, but before she can reply, our grandson runs into the room in his little tux and dress shoes.
"I found you!" Danny points at Lynley, letting out a small laugh.
"Hey," Luca is right behind him, hair slicked back in apparel matching his sons. "I'm sorry about that." He shakes his head, rolling his eyes playfully.
