Page 524 of Chaos has a Name
He got to hold his first great-grandchild, and it was poignant. It reminded Elizabeth of the few times that Timothy got to hold CJ before he left the world.
Time kept moving, and one day, she’d look back at all of these memories, likely sitting in this cabin with her Shaman husband, and the other men, reminiscing.
Now, all she could hope was this had a different ending than Timothy’s story.
Wyler had to live.
While everyone was dying at some point, she was going to fight to keep Wyler alive.
Not only for her, but for the grandchildren.
As Callen sat beside his father, and his son, Takoda, Wyler held little Oliver—who wasn’t so little.
And there were tears.
Wyler stared into his baby blue eyes, and made a promise to Oliver.
He was going to teach him how to hunt his first deer. The adults there got it.
That meant he was going to fight.
Oh, and there was nothing more stubborn than a Native man on the mission to show his great-grandson how to take down his first kill to feed his family.
NOTHING.
There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Callen cried because his life had come so far since being here, and Ethan cried because Elizabeth assumed that the man also saw the poignant moment as special.
As Elizabeth snapped pictures of Great-Granddad Wyler holding his first great-grandson, there was peace.
The Blackhawks had averted another disaster.
A.
Big.
One.
It was a night they’d never forget, but it got even better. When the kids had calmed down, and it was just the adults, Elizabeth shared an important moment with Wyler too.
She told him about the playgrounds and swimming pool that they were going to donate to the reservation.
At first, he didn’t get it, until she told him the name.
Again, for the second or third time, since she lost count, they shed tears over that, and Wyler hugged her so tightly that it would forever be embedded in her mind as a memory.
A precious one.
No matter the outcome in Wyler’s story, she knew there would always be this moment.
And that was all she wanted.
In the morning, they had coffee, and were ready to head to the airport, getting the hell out of Dodge. Only, she’d not seen her one husband or Gene all morning.
She hoped they were okay.
When they finally showed up, she realized they’d camped out in the tree house.
And neither had their luggage with them.
