It was the next day, and Dad and Father had done almost nothing but talk to each other. I just read up in my room, cooped up in my little corner where I read most of my books. It consisted of about 10 pillows, a sleeping bag, a sheet to cover it up, and a small lamp. I was serious about my comfort whilst I read. I thought about nothing but the last chapter of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd because I was right about my theory. Sheppard had done it, and I knew that was the only possible solution. I had started to read a new book, Looking For Alaska by John Green, but I wasn't very far into it.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on my door, 'Come in,' I said loud enough for whoever was outside the door to hear me from the opposite side of the room.

It was Dad, and he walked into the room and sat on my bed, 'Come here,' he gestured over next to where he was sitting. I got up out of my reading corner and sat next to him, looking at him. I was, not surprisingly, taller than my Dad. He is 5'6". 'I need you to be honest with me when I ask you this,' he said, and I nodded in agreement. 'Do you want to have a younger sibling?'

I sighed, knowing the answer as I had been thinking about it since the second Father told me. 'Yes, I think so,' I said, 'As long as I don't have to change diapers.'

Dad chuckled and smiled at me, 'Okay. Good to know,' he said. 'Your opinion matters in this too, you know.'

'I know, I'm not an idiot,' I teased, nudging Dad in the side lightly.

He laughed and put one arm around my shoulder. 'Just to humour me, would you rather have a younger brother or sister?' he asked.

I hadn't thought about that much, but I knew an answer, 'There are many more variations in gender than that, Dad. Their gender is something they will find out for themselves. I just want them to be happy.'

Dad smiled at me, 'You are going to be the best big brother ever, I swear.' I smiled back.

'I try my best,' I remarked snarkily, but he knew that I was saying 'Thank you.'

Father came and knocked on the slightly open door of my bedroom, and Dad and I both looked up and smiled at him. Father smiled back and sat next to me, reaching his arm across my shoulder and quite obviously pecking Dad's hand. There was a few moments of not-so-awkward silence, before Father said, 'The Holmes-Watson's, becoming a family of four.' Dad and I didn't have to say anything for Father to know that we were happy.

We sat there for a while, just as a family. No yelling, no anger, no upset of any kind, just a family of three people who love each other. That's what it came down to. Having another kid wasn't stressful, they chose it because they love each other and because they love me.

To break the silence, Father said, 'Either of you want food?'

'God, yes,' Dad and I said at the same time. I may not use religious references, but I hadn't eaten in over 24 hours, and I needed some food, so my use of fictional characters was not on my mind at that moment.

'Dim Sum?' Father asked, quite enthusiastically. I loved seeing him so happy about something, since it was something rare to see.

'Sure,' I said, since I had acquired Father's taste for Chinese.

'That was where we had our second date,' Dad said, mainly towards Father.

'Angelo's being the first,' Father replied. Angelo's was a restaurant that closed when I was about five. The owner passed away.

'Alright stop flirting, let's go get some dinner,' I said, looking at both of them.

We were sitting down at Dim Sum, eating and Dad and Father were talking about the baby. I loved hearing them both so happy, no matter how cliche that may sound. Father only expressed emotions towards a very small range of people, his child, or soon to be children, and his husband being the main people. So, when I got to see him be so happy about something, it was quite the experience. I smiled to myself whilst eating my fried rice, just listening to them talk endlessly. The current topic being the name possibilities. Father liked Thomas or Emily, Dad liked George or Abigail. I wasn't listening very closely until the idea hit me.

'Dad, Father, I know what to name the baby if they are a boy,' I said, making my parents turn their attention straight to me, instantly making silence from both of them. They raised their eyebrows in curiousity.

'Let's name him Hamish,' I said.

Tell me what you guys think of this chapter! I'm writing as frequently as I can, and I hope you are enjoying it. How do you feel about this cliffhanger? Also, sorry this chapter was shorter than the rest, I just had to torture you guys with the cliffhanger.