Months had passed and Tracy had now moved in with Rob much to his dissatisfaction. Amy had dominated his spare room that Tracy had very kindly suggested they decorate and it was now all shades of pink thanks to Rob's efforts. Tracy had practically taken over, made the place her own and certainly made her mark by turning what once was his swanky bachelor pad into a nice little family home. He hated it.

Toys littered everywhere he looked, Amy's paintings and school work plastered all over his fridge and kitchenette walls and womanly touches like flowers on the dining table and scatter cushions on the sofa were just some of the things that really had him annoyed. It had only been one sleepless night and it was beginning to take its toll on him and was definitely having a negative affect. He stood in the bookies, staring at the door, struggling to keep his eyes open as Peter breezed down from the office.

"Tough being a parent isn't it?" he commented. Please that Rob seemed to be having such a hard time of it with his sister. Tracy was a nightmare to live with and no one knew that better than her own brother. Peter revelled in the fact that Rob was clearly living in misery for his sins. Carla had even warned her baby brother about the cons in getting involved with Tracy.

Rob was oblivious to Peter chuckling away when he saw Tracy approaching. He didn't want to see her right now. Darting into the office he hoped Peter would cover his back but as Tracy entered, struggling to get the pram through the door Peter called out to Rob making his presence known. It was all so entertaining to watch Rob suffer. In the pram little Jamie Donovan wailed away.

"Rob you need to take him, he is doing my head in" screamed Tracy over the counter.

The baby's cries made such a racket that only after a few seconds Peter found himself getting a headache. No way could Rob take the baby and stay at work.

"I'm working Tracy" said Rob annoyed that she had dared to ask him to care for his son whilst he was at work. "Take him home" He demanded sticking his fingers in his ears and Peter followed suit.

Huffing loudly Tracy turned the pram round and left, screaming down at the baby to 'shut up' repeatedly as she grew ever irritable. Little Jamie's screams were driving her to distraction and she couldn't block it out or ignore the sound. As she made her way back down the street she couldn't help thinking the child was doing this just to wind her up. Heading straight for number one she decided that maybe her doting mother would relieve her of the headache for just an hour or two.

"Hello Love" said Deirdre as she opened the front door and Tracy marched in.

"Take him please mum because he is driving me mad!" screamed Tracy as she abandoned the buggy in the hall and went through to the kitchen, anything just to put some distance between herself and her screaming brat.

Confused Deirdre lifted her upset grandson from the pram and cradled him gently. He stopped instantly and giggled as Deirdre spoke to him and cooed over him as she usually did. Tracy was horrified, when she had tried that earlier he had only screamed, her mother must have some sort of magic touch. Wandering into the dining room Deirdre bounced the infant in her arms and approached Tracy.

"He's such a good boy, I don't know what all that fuss was for love" she stated, not once breaking eye contact with the little boy. She really didn't know why Tracy was having such trouble.

The baby was exactly six months that day and had been as good as gold until the clock had struck midnight. Tracy began explaining to her mum that she hadn't slept a wink after that and how he had screamed right up until the second when she had lifted him from the pram just now. It was like he had been possessed and had driven Tracy to the point that she just needed some time away from him.

"Well can you just look after him, just for a bit" Tracy pleaded as she dashed out the back door, panicked and in a hurry as she rushed away. The peace and quiet outside was like music to her ears and Tracy was just grateful to not have to endure a second more of that howling. Heading away she decided to head off into town and treat herself to a relaxing massage. After the day she had had she felt she deserved the luxury.

Hours passed and the baby had slept the whole time he had been in Deirdre's care. She decided to text Tracy to invite her and Rob for their tea. A nice family meal was just what this day needed to make it complete. She smiled down at the baby as she placed the phone back on the side; bless the poor little mite must have been exhausted after causing himself such distress she thought. It was still unexplainable though as to what had set him off for Tracy.

In the kitchen she pottered, preparing dinner and waiting for Ken to return from walking Eccles. She started chopping the carrots. She had most of it all chopped up and in the pot when she nipped her finger accidentally with the knife. Blood poured from the wound as Deirdre moaned and ran the cold tap to wash the little cut. As soon as she had the bleeding under control she filled the veg pot with cold water and placed it on the stove to boil.

In his pram Jamie had woken, he was silent staring up at the ceiling above him but was content. He was smiling away to himself listening as his granny rushed and dashed about. He was very clever for his age but anyone would think that his thoughts as a baby were pure and innocent but little Jamie's were far from that.

Deirdre heard the water in the pot boil as she bent down to check the meat roasting in the oven. Jumping up she took the oven gloves and went to grab the pot. When she lifted it to take it to the sink to drain it slipped from her hands. The boiled water poured out and all over her, scalding every bit of exposed skin and burning her to the point she screamed out in agony. Puddles of the water collected on the floor and as Deirdre acted out in shock she slipped and hit her head. Then as if by magic as she opened her eyes the knife she had been using seemed to jump from the side and like an illusion dived down and landed deep in the flesh on her side.

Blood instantly rose to the surface as Deirdre grabbed the knife and stupidly pulled it out of the wound. She gasped in shock unable to comprehend the strangeness of what had just happened to her. She held the knife up and high above her. Blood glistening on the blade as her eyes widened in fright. Then out of her control a force made her hand come down and she plunged the knife into her body once again before pulling it out and dropping it by her side.

Blood pulsated from the stab wounds in her torso, soaking into the material of her top and spilling to the floor. She felt herself unable to breathe. No one was there to help her and she couldn't bring herself to scream. As her body fell lifeless, Jamie giggled and gurgled away in the pram all sweet and innocent.