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Since he couldn�t visit her grave and place flowers�from Martha�s Garden, her favourite florist�by her headstone regularly, Tony had found a nursery and bought a near-full-sized Weeping Willow and had planted it in his back yard that was almost as big as the house itself. The trees had always reminded him of Kate�strong and steady, yet soft and so fragile at the same time. His neighbour, a single mother named Donna, had two kids, Emily and Amy, ages ten and eight respectively, and he had found them trying to climb the tree several times, always running away when he caught them though he honestly didn�t care. Kate loved kids, he knew, and would have been an amazing mother if she had been given the chance. She probably would have been overprotective, especially given the horrors they had seen in their line of work, but she would love her children with everything she had. Tony was sure of that.
�When I�m a mother I�m never letting my kids out of my sight,� Kate said as they scanned the perimeter of the train station. Neither one of them thought the kidnapper was still there, and they were all pretty sure it was just the one guy doing this to the Watson family, but if they were wrong and there were more people in on it and they went straight to little Sandy they would give their link to the Captain away and then Sandy�s mother would be killed.
�Yeah? How do you plan on doing that?� Tony asked.
Kate had an answer all prepared for his question. She had obviously thought a lot about this. �GPS locator strapped to their ankles; audio and video surveillance built into their clothes.�
�No, I mean the part about becoming a mother,� Tony replied.
�Ha, ha. Funny,� Kate said, rolling her eyes.
Then, later at the office as they watched the Watson�s hugging and kissing each other, she�s brought the subject of procreation up again.
�Makes you think, doesn�t it?� she asked.