Those five reviews took you forever. That's ok, because I didn't have anytime to post anyways. Between Wimbledon, The World Cup, and work, I had no time anyways!

Also, I have no idea if the imprinting theory that Toby came up with is even partially right, though I am positive it is probably not.

This is a shorter chapter.

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I smiled happily as I realized that Happy had just called me at 12 at night. Ahh, this was nice.

Apparently Consuela hadn't stopped crying, and Happy needed sleep for the big case tomorrow. So she had grudgingly called me. I was too happy to help her out.

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As I pulled up outside her apartment, I smiled to see that she was waiting on her terrace for me. I waved and walked through the rest of the apartment. She already stood against the doorframe with a wailing baby tucked under her arm. She look exhausted.

I immediately swooped in for Consuela. She nestled into my arms with a cry, and I bopped her up and down. Happy's face fell with relief.

"I feel terrible for calling you over here. I have been trying for four hours, and I guess I am lucky that no one else lives on this floor, but I was worried about complaints." She mumbled while staring at her bare feet.

"Happy, it's fine. You can always depend on me." I tell her. She continues to stare at her feet as she walks into the house, opening the door, welcoming me in. I strode through the door, surveying the familiar apartment.

I quickly walked Consuela to bed. Then, I made my way back to the front door. I had put the baby to bed, and I hated Happy kicking me out, even if she was hot when she got persistent.

As I slipped on my shoes, Happy stopped me.

"It's 12. Stay. She'll probably wake up anyways." She says as my back is turned to her.

"What kind of invitation is that?" I ask as I turn around. Happy scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"I'll grab some blankets for the couch." She tells me, her eyebrows raised purposefully. I roll my eyes and nod, flopping on the couch. A minute later she returns with a comforter and a pillow. She throws the pillow at me violently and I prop it behind my head. I kick my shoes off and cross them or lay on the end of the couch. Happy rolls her eyes again before laying the blanket carefully on top of me. I inwardly smile at this simple, but revealing gesture.

"Good night." She tells me with a delicate smile.

"Good night." I echo. She turns away before I am done with the simple adieu. I shake my head at her, mentally telling myself that she would come around.

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"Toby, please tell me that this is temporary." Happy whines. I want to laugh, but I don't.

"Babies cry. She will grow out of it eventually, but right now we just have to wait." I tell her with a reprimanding face.

"We?" Happy asks immediatly.

"Unfortuneately, I think that this baby has bonded to me. She distinctly remembers me feeding her what was probably her first bottle. I coddled her and have stepped into the role of a parent. Trust me Happy, this baby is pretty stuck on me."

Now, I guess I felt kind of bad for making the whole thing up. Children don't imprint on things after their parent(s). If you found a dog in the woods that was feral, took it to the Humane Society where you worked, the dog would probably not react any better to you than another employee, because animals don't imprint more than once.

So I had lied to Happy. But it was in the name of love.

And we all know what they say,

All is Fair in Love and War.

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Five reviews peeps!