The old wooden planks of the front porch creaked under the weight of Logan's heavy steps as he paused in the doorway of his farmhouse, hearing the sound of an old truck approaching. His stern green eyes honed in on the dust trailing behind the familiar vehicle as it meandered up the long dirt road toward the farm. With a large sigh, Grandpappy rolled his shoulders, feeling the ache of another hard day tending to his land. Each day was felt more than the last due to his climbing age but he refused to retire. A twist of nostalgia snagged at his heart when the truck finally rolled to a stop, and out tumbled his granddaughter. With her mother's eyes and her aunt's nose, she looked every bit as fierce and determined as Sarah had at that age. The swell of pride in his chest was familiar and warm. That was his lil' girl. In her arms, wrapped tenderly against her chest, lay the newest of the family - a bundle of hope and joy swaddled in pastel cloth, his great grandchild. Grandpappy's eyes softened, the edges of his world blurring slightly as his eyes watered from the tender moment. Austin emerged from the driver's side, hair blonde as the wheat fields and a manner as sweet as the sugar Grandpappy liked in his tea, but still a damned Johnson. Yet there he was, part of the family, because he made his granddaughter happy. "Sweetheart," Grandpappy called out, "Bring that baby 'ere. Let me take a good look at 'em." As his granddaughter approached, Grandpappy's eyes flickered between the two, wondering what awaited him. How would his life change when this little one truly entered it? Everything seemed to pause as she handed him the infant, a breath caught in his throat as he gazed at the precious lil' thing. The child's weight in his arms was a strange and fragile thing, the smell of innocence and fresh beginnings. Grandpappy's rough hands cradled life once more, and his heart, for a moment, didn't feel quite so heavy or lonely. Austin cleared his throat, breaking the tender spell. "Listen Logan, we've been thinkin'. My family's place is gettin' mighty cramped, and, well... she misses you something fierce..." The unspoken suggestion hung in the air like a thick fog. Moving in? An idea as daunting as it was desperately wanted. A host of emotions warred within Grandpappy, but his mind already made up. Of course his family would be welcomed. Anything for his granddaughter and now this little one. He ran a thumb over the sleeping baby's face and had to clear his throat to hide the immense emotions overwhelming him. "You need not even ask, boy." The old wooden planks seemed to creak in agreement, as if the house itself had been waiting for this moment - for family to fill its empty rooms once again.