Blair Sandburg was awakened by the touch of a hand gently shaking his shoulder. Opening his eyes, the sleepy man found blonde hair hanging over him, framing a lovely face. His wife, Aislynn, held a slim finger to her lips and gestured for him to get up.

Grabbing a pair of jeans, Blair followed the petite blonde out of their bedroom and down the hall.

The young couple was met at the nursery door by Jim and his wife, Megan. Both were smiling.

Aislynn prodded Blair forward to stand next to the doorframe and moved up behind him to rest her chin on his shoulder.

After a moment of watching, it became apparent what they were finding so amusing. Standing on a chair, leaning into the crib was Jim and Megan's son, Simon. The little boy was talking softly to, Blair and Aislynn's newborn son, Tyler James Sandburg.

"Heya, Chief," The four year old whispered. "You feel ok? Auntie Lennie was just in here and fed you so's I know you're not hungry and your diaper's not messy so why're you awake again?" One small hand punctuated little Simon's words with gentle strokes across the baby's forehead.

"Maybe its like what Daddy says, you're like Uncle Blair and gots too much energy 'sleep all the time."

Little Tyler wriggled happily and his blue eyes twinkled up at his visitor.

"Aunt Lennie says you're gonna be crawlin' soon." Simon informed his young friend as he rearranged Tyler's blanket and teddy bear. "Daddy says we're gonna have to watch you like a hawk t'keep you from breakin' your neck. He says it's a good thing Uncle Blair married Aunt Lennie cause she's a para…pare….EMT. Cause Uncle Blair needs her t'patch him up when he gets an owie…And Daddy says dat happens a lot!"

Both holding back laughter, Aislynn and Blair looked over at a very embarrassed Jim. The saying 'little pictures have big ears' definitely took on a whole new meaning when you were dealing with a child that possessed Sentinel abilities.

Apparently focused on Tyler, Simon didn't notice his audience and kept on speaking.

"Don't you worry Tywer, I'm not gonna let nothin' happen to you." His soft voice was very firm, and held shades of his father, as he spoke to the baby. "Never. We're gonna be best friends and I'm not never gonna let anybody pick on you."

Smiling broadly at that declaration, Jim and Blair shared a look. It appeared their hopes for their sons would come true. The friendship forged by the first generation would be carried on by the second.