I do not own Numb3rs or any of its characters.

This is my first fanfiction, so any and all comments/suggestions/cristisisms are wanted and welcome.

Whispers bounced off the walls of the well-loved craftsman home. Lights from the early morning danced across the faces of two curly-headed little boys.

"Can we now Daddy, can we now?" Begged the elder, little feet tapping out a rhythm of anticipation.

"Pwease, pwease," lisped the younger.

Their father's laughing face appeared from beneath the covers;

"Charlie, Don, its only half an hour since you last asked!" He exclaimed, but another glance at their dejected faces and he relented, "oh well, but I suppose since we're all up anyway. Margret?"

Margret's sleepy face lifted from among the pillows, and at her nod both the boys erupted into cheers.

"You go sit in the birthday chair Charlie and we'll bring your presents," 9 year old Donnie commanded.

Charlie solemnly nodded, allowing another squeal to escape his newly 4 year-old mouth as he tramped down the stairs.

A few minutes later had the whole family gathered round the "birthday chair" and its curly headed occupant, several nicely wrapped gifts surrounding. Donnie held his gift carefully behind his back, not wanting Charlie to get even a glimpse at its shape before he received it.

After a flashlight, some cars, and a new watch Margret held out Charlie's special gift. It was certainly not a gift most 4 year old would receive or even want, but than Charlie was far from normal. His squeal of joy at the new calculator brought smiles to both his parents faces.

Several minutes later after testing out the new prize Charlie turned to Donnie and declared: "Youw turn Donnie, youw turn!"

To be honest Donnie had become a bit worried in the last few minutes, apprehension grabbing him about his own gift. After all the calculator was so new and shiny, perhaps Charlie wouldn't even like his offering.

Swallowing his worry he brushed back a curl from his face and almost shyly handed his long thin package to his brother; "Here you go Charlie, I hope you like it."

His face alight with interest, Charlie grasped the gift and carefully removed the wrapping.

The cry of pure delight that tore from his throat as the gift was revealed restored the grin the Donnie's face. "So you like it?"

"Oh I wove it, I wove it! I'm gonna use it wight now!"

Grasping his new gift carefully he turned away. A moment later, his face beaming, he turned and lifting his new chalkboard high he displayed his message;

"I lov Donne"

Scooting next to his brother Donnie leaned over and gave him a strong hug and replied "I love you too Buddy!"

Sitting behind them Margret smiled up at Alan and whispered "No matter what happens they'll always be alright, they've got each other."

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