[The Commonwealth, 2289]

The Rad-Stag grazed the field, chewing on the withered grass. The wind blew towards the pair of hunters that were aiming to it. Nate Logan, Sole Survivor of Vault 111 and General of the Minutemen, and his Son Shaun, now 12 years old. That was one thing that bothered Nate.

The good General allied the Minutemen with Both the Brotherhood and the Railroad. He had learned from the latter that Synths could not pro-create, nor could they age.
But Shaun Was growing, it was noticable. He was becoming more buff, his train of thought went from Hopeful to Pragmatic and Reasonable. He got taller and was becoming more defined.

Sturges, Desmonda, Maxson, even Virgil were beyond confused from these events.

"Do I have a good shot?" Shaun whispered, his finger hovering over his custom rifle's trigger. Nate placed a hand on his shoulder and peered over his head, lining up the shot.
"Yes...Keep it steady." He whispered back. Shaun gulped slightly, blowing out a breath.

He pulled the trigger.

PA-CRACK!

Nate saw the recoil jolt his Son's body. The loud, rippling sound sliced through the air, the bullet pierced one of the Rad-Stag's heads. It went straight through, and into the other.
It fell with a thud, Nate waited for a good long minute to make sure a Deathclaw didn't attack. Hearing nothing and checking his motion detector, he stood up and helped Shaun to his feet. The 12 year old punched the air in silent victory, running over to his kill.

Nate looked around for a bit, before pulling out a flare. "You wanna walk or call a Verti-Bird?" He asked. Shaun's eyes went a bit wide. "Verti-Bird!" He cried in excitement.

While it wasn't his son, Nate had to chuckle. He snapped the top of the flare off, he tossed it into the opening as the red smoke billowed into the blue sky.

[Later, Sanctuary.]
Shaun had gone to bed an hour earlier. Sanctuary honestly was looking better than ever. The Castle was producing Gallons of Purified Water. All the Settlements in the Wastes were never complaining, Raiders were defecting from their Leaders just to live in the towns.

Nate had found a Factory in the Glowing Sea a Year earlier, It was buried in ash, but the Power was still on and the Machines were functional. He gathered Brotherhood Scribes to Arm the Minutemen with Power Armor and to install Pipes and Water-Mains in the Settlements.

With Power, Food, Water, and the houses almost Pre-War looking, the only thing Nate regreted not having was Television. He sat staring at the "PLEASE STAND BY" screen for hours. It was irritating, but he couldn't fix any Attenaes without climbing gear as he could fall off.

He sat up from his Desk, walking into the living room.

Nick, Piper, Preston, Codsworth, Cait, Curie, Danse, Deacon, and Dogmeat were all present. The first 3 were sitting at the Kitchen Table, Codsworth was opening bottle of wine and whiskey, Cait was on the couch asleep, Curies was tending to a Wound on Danse's Shoulder (He surprisingly got out of his Power Armor for it.) Deacon was leaning in the doorframe, watching the road. Dogmeat was laying on the Rug asleep.

Logan smiled, he wouldn't have it any other way.

I know what your thinking, I wanted this chapter to be a bit longer. But I'm lazy as hell. This is to explain the stuff going on. Its been 2 years since the main game. (If DLC is released, I'll fit it in.)

Have a good day!