Blackhawk carefully took the picture from her in one huge hand. His grandson was almost two...she seemed so young to be a mother, but she was 25. Older than he and her mother had been when she was born. "He's beautiful," he told her, cracking a rare smile. "Thanks." He'd tuck it into his wallet in a moment. He shook his head at her comment. "You look just like your mother," he assured her. "You're tall though. You didn't get that from Nori."
A call from one of the bartenders made him groan. "Okay, I need to go," he told her as he tucked away the picture. "Breakfast, if not sooner, right?" This had gone infinitely better than he had expected. The weight of everything hadn't quite sunk in yet. Unfortunately, he had all night to stress about it. It was going to be one damned long night for sure.