AN- This is a collection of music one shots. I've been wanting to do these next two for a while now but could never figure out how to do it with my story of Lena having cancer, because both fit with Stef being sick and/or dying. UKendeavour has graciously let me use her idea of Stef having cancer. She is also letting me borrow her character, Charlie, Stef and Lena's son. This is placed on \ the one year anniversary of Stef's death from Lena's POV. The song is "He get's that From You" By Reba McEntire. I've been having a couple good days so I've been able to write more than I have been. I have chemo on Saturday, so I don't know when I'll be able to write after that.

His early mornin' attitude
You have to drag him out of bed
Only frosted flakes will do
He gets that from you
Yeah, he gets that from you.

"Charlie, come on, Bud. It's time to get up," I told him from his doorway. He's always been like you. But I refuse, Stefanie Marie Adams-Foster. Our son is not being woken up with a cup of coffee every morning. It was bad enough I let you get in the habit, it's hard to believe that at one point we thought it was hard to get Jesus up.

"5 more minutes," he grumbled, burying his head under the pillow, hiding from the light, "I didn't sleep." The admission wouldn't have come out if he was fully awake. Like you, he doesn't let anyone see his weak side. Well, you let me. But I don't think he will. Maybe, with the person he marries.

"Me neither, Buddy," I told him. Both of our thoughts were on you. WHen Callie came over last night I heard them talking late into the night. I didn't stop him, even though we agreed bed by ten, "But we have to get up. You have to leave for school in an hour."

"Ok, ok, I'm up," Did he used to sit outside our bedroom and listen to you in the morning? "Is there-"

"Captain crunch is already sitting on the kitchen table waiting for you," I cut him off. It's always been your guys' comfort food, and I figured today I would let him eat processed garbage for breakfast.

"Thanks Mom," Charlie told me, making me smile.

"Downstairs in 20 minutes, got it?"

His curly hair and his knobby knees
The way the sun brings those freckles out
Talk and talk never miss a beat
Yeah, he gets that from me
He gets that from me

He is still half asleep as he came downstairs twenty minutes later, "Do you ever dry your hair?" I asked him as water drips from his curls.

"Yeah, just when you aren't around," Charlie gave your signature smirk before looking down to his food.

"At least your showering," I shoot back before grabbing a dishtowel and handing it to him "dry your hair." It used to drive you crazy. But I was the same way.

"I need new jeans, Momma, these are getting too short," Of course they are, these are the third size up in a year. He's going to be even taller than me.

He looks at me with those big brown eyes
He's got me in the palm of his hands
And I swear sometimes
It's just like you're here again
He smiles that little crooked smile
There's no denying he's your child
Without him I don't know what I'd do
He gets that from you
Oh, he gets that from you

I wasn't going to take him today. I was going to make sure he went to school. That's what it's been the last year. Trying to make sure we both went on with life. I think he knew I was going, and when he saw your favorite purple flowers at the flower stand on the sidewalk, he had to get them.

"Momma, look it's Mom's favorite. Can we get them for her?" he asked with big eyes, the same look that could get me to do anything you asked.

"Bud, we're on our way to school," I tried to reason with him.

"I'll use my own money, I want to go, please?"

"Bud-"

"It's been a year today. And it's been months since we went." I don't tell him it's been months since I took him. I saw you last week.

"Ok. But you're not paying, here," I told him as I handed him $20.

How he loves your old guitar
Yeah, he's taught himself to play
He melts my heart
Tells me he love me every day
And cracks jokes at the perfect time
Makes me laugh when I want to cry
That boy is everything to me
He gets that from you
He gets that from you

I heard him talking to our Callie Girl last night Stef. He wants to go into the academy when he graduates. God, Stef, our son is going to try and give me a heat attack. It was bad enough with you. But our baby!

"Here," Charlie told Callie and I saw him hand over a pamphlet.

"What's this?" Callie asked him as I watched her look through it.

"I picked it up at career day the other day. I want to do what Mom did. I want to be a police officer."

"Have you told this to Momma?" Callie asked when Charlie shook his head.

"Momma's been..." Charlie tried.

"Tomorrow it's been a year."

"I didn't know," Charlie snarked.

Last night I heard him pray
Lord, help me and mama make it through
And tell daddy we'll be okay
He said he sure misses you
He sure misses you
He really misses you
He gets that from me

"Do you think... Do you think it'll get easier after tomorrow?" Charlie asked Callie, who wrapped her arm over his shoulder.

"I think she misses Mom. But I think it'll get easier. We just have to rally around her."

"I just want her to be ok. I miss Mom, a lot. So I can't imagine how much she does."

I miss you Stef. I miss you every day. I love you.