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A/N: New chapter! Yayayay! Enjoy. Thank you to all my magpies for everything you've done to keep my inspiration and encouraging me to write. You're all brilliant and I love you all. There's some Joytricia in this chapter! (To SibunaMockingjay: Yes, Joy and Patricia are still best friends, don't you worry.) (P.S. Everything in brackets and italics (italics) are thoughts.)

*Rosalee's POV*

I play in the sand for a little while, digging a hole. I like holes. Mummy's chatting about something or other now, but when I left, the topic was babies. Apparently, Mummy's thinking of having another. What does she want another baby for at all? She has me! I don't want to have to share my Mummy and Daddy. I love them too much... I mentally slap myself. That was a very selfish thought. If there's one thing Mummy and Daddy always insist on, it's putting other people first. Unless they're going to hurt you, because then you have to think of yourself. "Rosalee, the tide's coming in, we have to go!" Mummy calls to me.

I obediently get up and go. I'm covered in sand so I don't bother to walk. I crawl, smiling. I try to hide being clever, because I don't like to seem smart. I want to be a baby. Auntie Willow smiles at me and asks "What have you done, little missy?"

I grin, making everyone coo. Mummy picks me up. "Oh, baby girl, you're a mess! Come here!"

To my utter humiliation, she strips me down and wipes me off. I squirm and whine "No..."

She shakes me a little and puts me in a new nappy and a clean dress, then picks me up. "Done. Okay, well, darlings, it was lovely seeing you and you're very welcome to come over on Sunday for supper. I have to get madam home and her dad's supper on."

Auntie Willow hugs Mummy and squeals "Thank you so much for coming, Trudy! And yes, that'd be lovely. We'll see you on Sunday!"

Uncle Alfie kisses Mummy's cheek while Auntie Willow kisses me. Uncle Alfie says "You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to seeing your beautiful face again."

Mummy giggles and says "You're looking forward to the food, love," but she kisses his cheek, too, and Auntie Willow. By the time we've said goodbye and had a lot of kisses, Mummy has to run for the train and I'm getting sleepy now. The sun's low in the sky now and Daddy gets home when it's dark. On the train, Mummy whispers to me "Are you tired, petal? Do you need to sleep?"

I nod, closing my eyes and resting my head on her shoulder.

By the time I wake up, we're home. There's a sweet, strong, spicy scent in the air and the sounds of bubbling. I hear the door open and Daddy call "Where are my two beautiful girls?"

I hear Mummy's footsteps and she whispers "I'm here, Rosalee's asleep. She's had a busy day, getting stingers out of her feet and digging holes in the sand, so if you could keep your voice down."

Daddy whispers back "If she's sleeping, do I get to kiss you?"

Mummy gives a small giggle and I look up in time to see them kiss. It's not like it usually is. This time, they kiss how fishies eat and they're clinging to each other. I close my eyes again. Mummy eventually speaks again and she says "I've made pakoras and bhajis with mango chutney for while we wait for our chicken jalfrezi."

"Oh, look at you go. Anyone'd think you'd been hanging around your sister," Daddy teases her, sounding impressed.

"She sent me Mum's recipes. I've got naan bread and basmati rice going, too. I hope you've got a large appetite," Mummy giggles.

"For the food you make, my love, appetite is the least of my worries," Daddy tells her. I open my eyes to see him smiling at her.

"Is my cooking that bad?" she asks, sounding concerned.

"Not at all, your cooking's the best ever. I just have to be concerned with how to prevent myself exploding," Daddy tells her, looking like he's sorry.

"Just stop when you're full," Mummy replies, raising her eyebrow perfectly. How is she so clever?

"Easier said than done, Trudykins."

I have to admit it, Mummy is the best cook ever. She's let me try the mango chutney and a bit of pakora before. Yummy beyond belief. No wonder everyone clears their plate here. I lie still and Daddy comes over. "Don't wake her, love. Let the poor thing sleep."

"I don't have to wake her, the pretty princess is already up," Daddy tells Mummy, then he picks me up and hugs me. "How's my little girl, then?"

I smile at him and kiss his cheek. Mummy laughs and says "I'm going to check the food. You darlings have fun."

Daddy kisses both of my cheeks and asks "Did my little angel have fun today?"

"Yes, Dada!" I grin, happily smiling.

"That's my girl."

*General POV*

*The Miller-Sweet residence*

"Tricia, why did you make me come over? I was just resting with Mick..." Joy whines.

"Because, Joy! I have huge news!" Patricia exclaims happily.

Her husband, Eddie, groans and sleepily mumbles "Quiet down, Yacker..."

Patricia sticks her tongue out at her husband and turns to her best friend, apology in her eyes. "Don't mind him, he's just grouchy because he hasn't slept since yesterday morning."

Joy nods sadly. She knows that Eddie works two jobs now and only has four or five hours of sleep. It's lucky for him that he has weekends and Friday nights off. "So what's this huge news?"

Patricia smiles happily, though nobody would expect it of her. She quietly announced, her happiness lighting her eyes, "I'm pregnant!"

Joy gasps, then gives a tiny shriek. "Oh, my God, Patty! That's fantastic news!"

The two women share a hug, excitement surrounding them. As they break apart, Patricia asks "Have you got any names for the baby yet?"

Joy glances down at her stomach and shrugs. "Not exactly. Mick and I were discussing it, but we can't agree."

"Are you having a boy or a girl?" Patricia asks, then adds "Do not say yes."

Joy laughs at that. "Okay, fine. It's a boy! And we can't settle on a name. What about you?"

"Well, when I went for a scan, they said it was too early to find out the genders."

"Genders? Plural?" Joy asks, hope sparking in her.

Patricia nods, a grin spreading across her face. "We're having twins."

And that was chapter ten. Hope this was good enough. Thanks to all for the reviews and favourites and follows and for keeping this story alive.

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