A/N - So I am starting my happy story folks to make up for my super sad one and my creepy one! Obviously there will be some drama and upsets to keep it interesting but it'll be mostly happy :)

Trying my hand at a family fic which is new for me.

Rated T only for bad language.

Thanks to Kates89 for letting me borrow Josh, Blue bear and Bear.

Chapter One

The lights of the nightclub flashed vibrantly around the four men as they sat around a high table, drinks in hand, staring longingly at the attractive females swaying their bodies sensuously on the dancefloor.

"That blonde chick is seriously hot," Danny slurred and grabbed onto the table edge to stop himself from sliding off his stool.

"Hey man, you can't say that, you're married" Hawkes said, face deadly serious.

"Marriage never stopped anyone from looking," Danny retorted. "But my Linds would knock the socks off that bitch!"

"You've stopped making sense," Flack muttered blinking lazily around at his best friend, eyes blurry and unfocused.

"You stopped making sense about three hours ago," Danny sniggered and slipped slightly forwards on his stool.

"I think I'm drunk," squeaked a quiet voice.

"What?" yelled Flack loudly.

"I think I'm drunk," Adam repeated, giggling away to himself.

Flack shook his head and made a face at Hawkes and Danny, still not hearing what Adam had said.

"Hey, where did Mac go?" he suddenly asked, looking round them in confusion.

"Mac left two hours ago with Jo!" Hawkes laughed and slapped Flack on the back.

"Hey, you think thy're doing the dirty?" Danny grinned, once more sliding forwards on his stool.

"I don't even wanna know!" Flack grumbled as Hawkes made a disgusted face and Adam looked in complete and utter shock at the idea.

"Oh wow," Hawkes suddenly stated and leant to the side as he checked out a passing girl. "She is mmmm hmmmm..."

"Hey!" Danny shouted. "You're practically married so don't you be checking out the hot stuff neither...either!"

Hawkes grinned widely at him. "Yeah, you're right. Wouldn't want it any other way."

"Did you guys know it's after four?" Adam interrupted, checking on his phone.

"What?!" Hawkes yelped. "I have work tomorrow night...that's tonight!"

"Hawkes, you gotta stop being so serious," Danny frowned. "You're too work obsessed."

"It's called conscientious," Hawkes muttered. "And I promised Camille I'd be back before she left for work."

"What?" Flack moaned. "You're leaving?"

"Her rotation starts at six," Hawkes informed him as he stood up and then grabbed ahold of Flack's arm to stop himself from swaying. "God, I've drunk far too much."

"You're a terrible drunk!" Danny accused as he slid even further.

"Not as bad as you!" Flack chucked and gave Danny a friendly slap on the back.

The inevitable finally happened as the force of the slap pushed Danny that little bit too far and he finally slid off his stool and landed with a thump on the floor.

"Ouch," he moaned. "I think the world is upside down."

"I think you're upside down," Adam chuckled as he stood up and gingerly helped Danny from the floor. "I think I better take this one home before he gets into anymore trouble."

"You can't all leave me," Flack said offended, pouting like a little boy. "It's my birthday."

"Dude, you're thirty-six, you've already had enough birthdays," Hawkes stated. "And anyway, your birthday was officially yesterday."

Flack frowned as it took him a second to work out Hawkes' words.

"And there's that high school diploma hard at work," Hawkes whispered to the others and they all giggled.

"What?" Flack said gormlessly.

"Come on, buddy," Danny said happily. "It's home time now for us old men."

"Speak for yourself," Flack grouched as he stood and nearly fell over.

"I'll help you," Danny said kindly, attempting to support Flack.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Hawkes stated as he grabbed hold of Flack whilst Adam held onto Danny.

The four men staggered out of the club and paused outside deciding how would be best to get home.

"I'm staying at Michelle's tonight," Adam informed them as he tightened his hold around Danny. "I can take him home, it's on the way."

"I'm coming Lindsay!" Danny yelled happily.

"Oh God," Adam mumbled embarrassedly.

"I'll help this one home before I see Camille," Hawkes agreed.

"I..." Flack stated slowly. "Do not need help." He stumbled a little as he spoke and tripped over his own feet, Hawkes catching him before he fell into the gutter.

"You sure about that, man?" Hawkes laughed.

"Wouldn't wanna make you late for your girl," Flack slurred. "I like girls."

"You want me to take you round to Lovato's?" Hawkes asked.

Flack grinned excitedly. "She's fwoarrrrr."

Hawkes and Adam laughed loudly, waking Danny who had been practically snoozing on Adam's shoulder.

"What!" he said as his head shot up off Adam's shoulder.

"Come on, we're off," Adam said and pulled him towards a cab. "I'll see you guys later. Hope you had a good birthday, Flack."

Hawkes and Flack waved as the two men left them, Danny singing loudly about his kids.

"Rather him than me," Flack snorted as he turned and grinned at Hawkes.

"You like Lucy and Josh, don't you?" Hawkes asked in a bemused way as he looked round for a cab.

"Yeah, but only cos I can give them back," Flack stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Don? Don, is that you?"

Flack turned as he heard someone calling his name and a tall blonde broke away from the crowd and stalked towards him.

"Oh, um...err..."Flack mumbled as he stared dumbly at her.

"It's Devon," she replied, slightly annoyed.

"Oh right, yeah, Devon...rich bitc..." he coughed awkwardly. "It's great to see you, what's it been now?"

"Six years, give or take," she stated, still sounding annoyed.

"Flack, I've got a cab," Hawkes interrupted, coming back over towards them.

"Oh, right. I've got to go," Flack grinned. "Was great seeing you...umm...you... again."

"You too, Don," she replied as she watched him and Hawkes go towards the cab.

"Who was that?" Hawkes asked.

"Ex girlfriend," Flack replied. "Huge knockers."

Hawkes rolled his eyes. "God you've got class," he muttered.

Flack awoke to the sound of heavy pounding. He groaned loudly and rolled over, covering his head with a pillow and then tried falling back asleep. The thumping continued on, it sounded like someone had set up a disco inside his head. Perhaps they had, and he was still hearing the beats from the music last night. He groaned again and opened his eyes, blinking against the bright light of the day and then rolling back to his original position, facing away from the window. He blinked at his alarm clock which told him cheerily that it was 9am. Flack closed his eyes and pulled the duvet over his face, hiding the horrible truth from himself that he'd only been in bed for roughly three hours. He couldn't remember much of last night at all. They'd all gone out for a drink at a bar; everyone had been there except Jamie, who had had to work, and Lindsay who was still on maternity leave after having given birth to Joshua almost four months ago. Eventually Mac, Jo and Sid had left and then the four of them had continued on into a blurry, disgusting mess of shots, Jagermeister and tequila. After that it was a blank until he'd been knocked conscious by the pounding that was still going on.

"Shut up!" Flack yelled as loudly as he could, wishing almost immediately that he hadn't as a jab of pain shot through his head.

At thirty-six he now realised he had no stamina whatsoever to survive a hangover. He groaned and pulled the duvet off him, trying his hardest to right himself on the edge of his bed.

"God I'm gonna be sick," he muttered to himself, holding a hand to his stomach.

He frowned down at his leg as he sat on the edge of the bed. A slice of pizza was stuck to it, the cheese matted and congealed into his leg hair.

"What the..."

He turned and noticed the pizza box that was now jumbled up with his duvet, one grey sock and a pear. Flack stared and absent mindedly scratched his head. He really couldn't remember where any of that stuff had come from...well, apart from the sock. That had clearly come from his own foot, judging from the fact he was only wearing one.

"I don't like pears," he mumbled as he pulled the slice of pizza from his leg and stood, almost wishing he hadn't. He put his hands out to steady himself and shivered as a wave of nausea hit him.

"Oh God," he muttered and rushed across the hallway to his bathroom, ignoring his head and legs' protestations at the fast paced movement.

He only just made it in time to the toilet and bent over it, relieving himself of what was most likely the rest of that pizza and some luminous green liquid. Then he leant back and sat down on the bathroom floor, feeling absolutely dreadful. It was a good job he'd booked the day off work. He knew he might be in this sort of state after a night out with the lads for his birthday so at least that was something. He could stay wrapped up in his duvet all day, feeling sorry for himself and maybe Jamie would even swing by to cheer him up at some point. Flack shivered again and wished she was there now. It was alright for the others, they all had their serious girlfriends or wives to look after them but he and Jamie were only casual, despite the fact he would love to take it to the next level. He'd wanted to ask her to move in but knew she didn't want to, she'd already hinted at that numerous times. He rubbed his hands over his face realising that, as he was only in his boxers, he might want to put on some more clothes to keep warm. He frowned as the pounding started up again and wondered if there were roadworks going on outside his place, he sincerely hoped there wasn't, that would really ruin his day. He got up and dragged himself back to the bedroom, throwing on an old t-shirt before deciding to get a drink of water as he was probably dehydrated from the alcohol. As he got towards the kitchen he paused and cocked his head. The thumping...it sounded like it was coming from his door. He frowned and walked over to it. Yes, it was definitely coming from his door. He glanced back towards his closet, considering getting his gun before deciding that was a bad idea. There was no way he could possibly shoot straight in his condition anyway...he'd probably just end up shooting himself in the foot or something. He took in a breath and then pulled open the door.

"Well it's about bloody time!"

Flack's mouth dropped open as he gazed stupidly at the woman at his door. She looked vaguely familiar.

"Umm..."

"It's Devon," she shouted angrily at him. "Oscar, go inside."

Flack stepped back in dumb stupidity as she pushed a small boy past him into his apartment.

"Devon, umm..." he muttered as he frowned down at the kid. He was tiny and wearing a small backpack. He had huge blue eyes and thick, curly black hair. He turned back around to face them and stared nervously at Devon, fidgeting with his hands.

"Happy birthday, Don. Say hello to your son. He's your problem now," Devon muttered spitefully and then turned on her heel and stormed away down the corridor.

Flack stared after her and then back at the little boy. "What the..."

He frowned and suddenly it was like someone switched a light on in his head.

"Devon, wait up," he shouted as he tried to catch her up. He ran down the corridor, forgetting he was only in his boxers.

"Devon!" he yelled, but she had already disappeared down the stairs and, before deciding to chase after her, he paused and looked back toward his apartment.

"Fuck!" he muttered and then decided to go back, he didn't want to leave some strange kid alone in his home.

He reached the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. In front of him stood the tiny little boy; wide blue eyes scared as he looked back at Flack.