"You ready?" Matt stuck his head into the dining room, and addressed Jane.

She nodded, all smiles, and grabbed her purse. They were going to pick up Jason.

Matt wore his battered brown Stetson, as usual, with a blue-checkered button-up shirt, new pair of blue jeans, and brown cowboy boots, the good pair.

Jane had her tawny-colored hair pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore a jean shrug over a purple sleeveless top, with a pair of dark jeans, and black boots.

Jane pulled herself up into the navy colored pickup, as Matt looked on. "It's kinda funny watching a short person get in here, you know that?"

"I'm not short, I'm petite." Impertinence tinted her words.

"A petite person then." Matt corrected himself.

"Your mom would say the same thing, and you know it, so quit teasing me."

The ranch was a family business. John and Etta were married, and Matt and Luke were the youngest of their three boys.

"Of course she would." Matt teased, though they both knew it was true.

"Fine then, you get to laugh at me getting in, and I get to laugh at you trying to put Jason in the car seat."

"Hey now, that's not even nice!"

Jane shrugged, feigning nonchalance, and feeling laughter bubble up inside her. "Not my problem."

"That means you're getting up to take care of Jason if he starts howling at one in the morning, right?"

"I don't care. Once they get to be this old, they usually sleep through the night."

"Even in completely new surroundings, in a place filled with strangers?"

"I don't guess I'd thought about that."

"You don't guess?"

"Okay, I know."

"That's better."

The two continued bantering for the next twenty minutes as they rode to the orphanage.

Matt parked in the gravel parking lot, and jumped out, rounding the cab to stand by Jane. She squeezed his hand. "Are you ready?" He asked, looking down at her.

She nodded mutely, excitement and joy sparking from her wide mint green eyes.

Matt and Jane walked inside the building, and Matt caught the attention of one of the nuns. "Can I help you?"

"We're here to pick up Jason Taylor. I'm Matt Taylor, and this is my wife, Jane."

"Ah, Jason is waiting in the dormitory. If you'd follow me, we can finish the last of the paperwork." They followed Mother Ann into the office. Emerging later, all three climbed the stairs to the dormitory for the younger children, really an oversized nursery.

Jane spotted Jason in his crib immediately, and swooped down upon him. Jason laughed and held up his chubby arms. "Mama." He gurgled. Jane picked him up and he wrapped his arms around her neck.

Mother Ann smiled at the trio. "Congratulations, and may God be with you all."

Matt and Jane shook hands with the nun, thanked her, and then went outside, Jason still in Jane's arms.

"Okay," Jane said, handing the toddler to Matt. "Here you go, Mr. Mom."

"What do I need him for?" Matt asked, taking him, nonetheless.

"I told you, you were putting him in the truck." Jane said, smiling.

"What? I thought you were joking."

"Not a bit." Jane opened the passenger door and climbed into her seat, turning to watch Matt put Jason in his car seat. Matt had a pretty good idea of how to strap him in, but it was still funny to watch such a large man toy with the car seat while holding a baby, him being barely able to squeeze his shoulder into the provided space.

Once Jason was finally buckled they started home, Jane and Matt both rambling on about the ranch's horses, the house, and Jason's new family: "Grandpa, Mamma Etta, and Uncle Luke.

Once at the ranch, Jane unbuckled Jason and got him out, while John, Etta, and even Luke, looked on.

Etta scooped him up instantly. "Hey, sweetie. I'm Mamma Etta, and this is Grandpa John, and your ornery old Uncle Luke."

Jason looked at them all skeptically for a moment before smiling. Looking around at the group before him, he said only one word, "Famwe."