Thomas Booker was in the army during World War II when he was shipped out to Britain, where he met you, a military nurse and the sister of his comrade. He became smitten immediately, when he wasn't on the front lines he was always trying to talk to you, to get a glimpse of you or perhaps impress you. James was eventually transferred to various other military bases throughout the war, but would write romantic letters to you. You wouldn't meet again until he came home in January of 1946, where he and his comrade were greeted by you at the airport terminal- let's just say both men were greeted with many hugs and kisses. You and James got married almost immediately, and like many of the couples after the war, when men and women reunited- the baby boom began. You had a beautiful, healthy baby boy named James, with your lovely smile and his dashing hair and eyes. Here your husband was in the garden currently, enjoying the sun with you and James out by the pool, Thomas held your little baby in a swaddle with a grin on his face, despite his large muscular arms, the infant looked like glass in his weary hands. The veteran looked over to you with a grin where you lounged in your chair, calling over "Look at 'im. You did that, you made me a handsome little nipper!"