It had been several weeks since Integra's return from London, and she could hardly say she missed it. Serving the country she once considered her home felt like a chore these past few months, and one would think the time spent with family would be a welcome change of pace.

It was-- for the most part. She enjoyed seeing how her daughter had grown; recalling how many difficulties she and Miles faced assuming the role of parents (Were they truly married now? The feeling was surreal.) and how Edgeworth was more than filling his role beautifully.

Strolling up to Edgeworth clad in a plain black bikini, sandals, and a beach skirt, she clasps his hand in her own.

"Why don't we help build one together, dear."

She tries so hard...