A/N: Just a one shot on Chryed babysitting Kamil. Enjoy :) I hope you all like it.. A girl can dream eh? Probably OOC .. :o

(*Bhai means brother. It's a sign of respect when addressing older siblings..)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and all rights to their respective owners – the BBC.

Dedicated: to OnlyTonight3 (Hollinaaa). Sorry for making you cry in my Consequences fic and as requested/promised.. here's my apology :p

xxx

Scene 1:

"Nappies"

"Check"

"Bottles"

"Check"

"Wipes"

"Check"

"Toys"

"Check"

"Anything else"

"Cute boyfriend"

"Check"

Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Remind me why we're babysitting again"?

I smacked him playfully on his arm.

"Ouch" he moaned, rubbing his arms. "What on earth was that for"?

"Moaning".

"You can be such a-" A piercing cry drowned out the rest of Christian's sentence.

"I've only just put him to sleep"

"Well you didn't do a very good job did you"? I called over my shoulder. I walked quickly over to the cot, and leaning down, I picked up the wailing brown eyed baby.

"Shhh Kamil. I'm here now. It was just a bad dream, wasn't it"? I cooed softly to him. Two soft hands grabbed at my shirt, as I bought his head to my chest. Juggling him about, his voice quietened down turning into quiet snuffles. Burying my head into his mass of clack curls, I breathed in a mixture of baby smells. Soft snores reached my ears as I continued to whisper to him. I looked up somewhat startled to find piercing green eyes watching my every move. Even moreso, the total look of adoration settled into his face. I felt a blush creep up my neck under the intensity of his gaze.

"Do you mind not staring at me like that"? I turned away towards the cot, ready to settle Kamil back in.

"Like what?"

"Like …" 'Like I'm the most amazing sight you've ever laid eyes on.' I didn't bother completing the sentence but I knew that he'd picked up on it.

"Mum's going to be here soon to collect Kamil". I placed my baby brother back into the cot. We'd especially bought it for both Amy and Kamil for whenever they stayed over.

"And.."?

"And we need to finish getting his things together because this one here-" I gestured towards the cot "-decides to impersonate the screaming banshee again".

Scene 2:

"No Mister Maker! NO Mister Maker! NO MISTER MAKER!" screamed the 18 month old boy.

"Okay, okay!" I shouted back covering my ears with my hands as he started crying again.

"Seriously Sy, why did you have to mention the darned thing again"?

"Well what do you suggest then? He's been crying for an hour now"

I looked on despairingly as Christian knelt down onto eye level with my baby brother.

"Do you want uncle Christian to show you a funny face"?

Not even a moment had passed when…

"ARGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH"! With a single leap, Kamil was now cowering away from Christian, in my lap.

"What on earth possessed you to show him your clown face"? I shouted over his wails.

"It's funny" he protested weakly.

"Yeah because Kamil is absolutely dying of laughter isn't he"?

A fresh yell escaped his chest as Christian came towards him.

"Just.. stay away from him okay"

"But.. I want to help Sy".

"Well it'd help if you didn't try and kill him before my dad collects him, alright"?

Scene 3:

"I love you Cwistan".

I grinned watching Kamil smear paint onto Christian's pristine white shirt.

"Noo" I heard his soft whimper

I stepped in laughing, scooping my brother in my arms.

"Nooo Bhaiii, I want to play with Christiannnnn"

"You'll thank me for this later Kam. You just ruined his new Armani top. Even I can't get away with that".

"Oops". He flashed me a toothy grin twisting in my arms, calling for Christian.

"WAIT Kamil. We need to clean you up first"

"But—I want to play Cowboys again"

"And you can play Cowboys-" I moved my head back as he tried to splash me with water "as soon as I've taken all this paint off you and Uncle Christian has cleared up your mess"

Grabbing the towel, I dried his hands before placing him back on the floor again. Drying my own hands, I followed him as he toddled back to Christian.. who hadn't moved.

"Christian"?

Slowly, he looked up, still pulling his shirt away from his body. Not like there was much leeway between his body and the shirt anyway.

"Christian.. let it go".

His lips were pulled down into a pout as I saw him debating with himself on whether to let my brother live or not.

"Christian.. It's just a shirt. You can buy another one tomorrow".

His tense face relaxed and I felt a wave of relief as I saw a smile forming on his face.

"I wanna play horsey. Giddy up! ".

Taking Christian by surprise, Kamil pushed Christian forwards.. and straight into the canvas he'd had spent the last 40 minutes covering in paint, glitter and glue….