Okay, for all those who are enjoying the story of Lucas Rory-Snart in 'Follow the Advice, Not the Example', these are going to be one-shots tying into the main story that people can prompt and ask of me ?

Prompts are always welcome!

Please read, review and enjoy ?

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"I hate this bloody thing…." Growled Mick, as he struggled to push the pram onto the raised kerb, "… why can't we carry him?"

"It's too cold for him outside of the pram." Answered Len as he entered the rented house "He needs the blankets, and carrying him isn't going to keep him warm enough!"

Mick rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah…. You could at least help me get this pram onto the- "

"- Here." Interrupted an unfamiliar voice, as the pram became a little lighter and Mick could lift the pram onto the pavement.

Glancing up, Mick nodded his thanks to the strange male.

"You guys the new neighbours?" asked the stranger, gesturing at the house Len had just entered.

Mick nodded, "Yeah, we're just renting it for a time though."

After escaping from Iron Heights back in November, the small family had avoided Central City, hopping from town to town until they were yesterday's news.

"Temporary neighbours are still neighbours!" exclaimed the stranger, who held out his hand, "Nathan Enis."

Cautiously, Mick returned the handshake. "Purcell. Dominic Purcell."

"A pleasure. Was that man your….?"

"Husband? Yes."

Mick tensed slightly, preparing for a negative response, however he was surprised.

"It's so nice to have a range of families in this area." Nathan chuckled, "Makes everything more interesting, than just having a street full of white picket fence families."

Before Mick could answer, Lucas began to cry in his pram, realising that he wasn't the sole focus of everyone's attention. Milliseconds later, Len came rushing out of the property, instantly spotting Mr Enis and shifting into his 'false identity'.

As he ran over to lift Lucas out of the pram, Len turned to Nathan and smiled at him, easily looking far more innocent. "Hi…" he greeted Nathan, "…. Wentworth Miller. I see you've met my husband?"

Nathan bought the innocent act easily (which always made Mick chuckle slightly) and beamed at the younger man. "I have indeed. He tells me you're only a temporary renter?"

Len nodded sheepishly, "I have a temporary work placement here, so it was easier to move here for a little while rather than travelling back and forth."

"Of course, of course." Nathan then turned his attention to the sniffling baby in Len's arms, "And who is this cutie?"

"This is Lucas…" Len gently patted his son on the back, "…. He's a little moody at the moment."

Before Nathan could reply, a middle-aged lady came rushing out the neighbouring house. "Nathan!" she called out, "What on earth are you- Oh, hello!"

She beamed at Mick and Len, rushing over and holding her hand out. "Wonderful to meet you! I'm Amber Enis, and you are?"

Taken slightly aback by the enthusiastic greeting, Len and Mick introduced themselves, resisting the urge to take a step back when Amber cooed at Lucas.

"Well aren't you just the cutest, wittle boy!" she crooned, missing how Len grimaced slightly at the over-the-top baby talk.

As Amber continued to coo, chatting to her husband about their own children back in the day, Mick leaned over to whisper in his partner's ear, "I always thought you were the cutest…" he muttered, smirking as Len gave a small, pleased smile.

"Even I can't compete with a baby." He whispered back.

When Amber finished, she straightened up. "You just have to have dinner with us, I insist!"

Len and Mick tried to protest, explaining that they still had to move in, but Amber shook her head. "No, no, no. I insist!"

Sensing that they were fighting a losing battle, they both agreed, with Mick going to move the pram inside and lock their house before following the Enis's into their house.

It was clean…. Too clean.

Briefly, Len was concerned that if he sat down on the leather sofa, he would slide right off.

"Sit down! Sit down!" Amber giggled, "I'll get you something to drink! Would you like me to heat up some milk for the baby? I babysit for my granddaughter, so we still have some formula."

"T-that would be nice thank you."

As the small family seated themselves on the sofa, Lucas began to fuss again. "Here…" grunted Mick, holding out his arms, "… I'll take him for a little bit."

Gratefully, Lucas was handed over, settling down as Mick gently rocked him. Less than a minute later, Amber came rushing back into the living room and placed a tray (which had two glasses of coke and a bottle of milk on it).

"I hope the milk's alright… "she fussed, "… my grand- oh."

Before she could finish, Mick grabbed the bottle from off the table and began to feed Lucas, grinning as the baby eagerly sucked on the teat of the bottle.

"Yeah…" chuckled Len, "… I think it's fine. Thank you very much for the coke Mrs Enis."

"Please! Call me Amber!" she exclaimed rushing into the kitchen, probably to start dinner.

The group fell in silence for a couple of minutes, the sounds of Lucas drinking were the only thing that could be heard. Clearing his throat, Nathan grabbed a remote. "Shall we see what's on TV?" he asked, realising that with his wife out of the room, the conversation had come to a complete stop.

As he flicked through the channels, 'Hercules' (the Disney version) came on the screen, just as the muses were beginning to sing.

"Turn it up honey!" shouted Amber from the kitchen.

Nathan shrugged and smiled sheepishly at Len and Mick, "After five children and several grandchildren, Disney films are her favourite."

As the muses burst into 'Zero to Hero', Mick grunted in surprise when Lucas twisted away from the bottle to try and look at whatever was making the music. Seeing that Lucas had drunk almost the entire bottle, he shifted the 3-month-old around so that he was resting, with his back against Mick's chest.

Upon seeing the colourful animation and the catchy music, Lucas beamed a toothless smile and began to wave his arms around, making small, squeaky noises in happiness.

"Hey!" exclaimed Len in barely contained glee, "Do you like this?"

Mick couldn't help but smile at his husband and kid, "Your sister will be pleased. She loves Hercules, and now she has a good excuse to watch it every time she come over."

"…. Every time? We're not telling her."

The pair were interrupted when they heard Nathan chuckle from his arm-chair. "You two remind me of me and Amber with our first kid…" he sighed happily, "… experiencing new things, smiling at things you didn't think you could even smile at. Enjoy it while it lasts, because soon he'll start answering back and they're not as cute then."

Mick grinned, "If he turns out like Wentworth, then yeah, he'll be answering back."

"Rude."

Smiling at their familiar banter, Mick simply leaned over to give his husband a kiss on the cheek, smirking as a small flush appeared on Len's cheek.

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As the adults ate dinner (salmon and salad), Lucas was placed in a high chair and angled towards the TV so that he could continue to watch Hercules.

Len kept a careful eye on his son, but was pleased to see that Lucas wasn't fussed about not being the centre of attention.

Once everything had been eaten, Mick and Len thanked the other couple, made their excuses and left.

"They were nice…." Stated Len, "… I think we'll leave that house alone when we leave."

"Even with all that bling she was wearing?"

Gesturing at Lucas (who had fallen asleep in Len's arms), Len grinned. "We have a full, happily entertained baby who will probably sleep at least six hours tonight. Trust me, we're not robbing those two."

"Spoilsport."