Chapter Twelve.

Toms house was rather small compared to the other guys. It was more cosy, and had a very homely smell. Danny had organised a welcome home party and had to be told that strippers probably wouldn't be appropriate for such an occasion. Instead, the house had been decorated with banners such as "It's a boy."

It was a shame that Danny couldn't even get the sex of the baby correct, resulting in his defence of, "They had no girlie ones left." But hey, it was the thought that counted.

I was doing quite well at this little gathering. Dad was introducing me to like everyone. My heart did a small leap every time he said, "This is my daughter, Brenna." The highlight of the evening had to be my own grandparents showing up. Dads side of course. They hadn't even been told about me yet. Mum and dad wanted them to be surprised. They achieved that.

"Mum," Dad greeted gran at the door. She smiled and looked behind him, to me in the doorway. I moved slightly behind dad, shy of what they might think of me. Harry pulled me round to face my grandparents and held my hand tightly.

"This is Beth's daughter." He said. "My daughter."

"From when-" My Granddad began to question.

Dad nodded with a grin and put an arm around my shoulder.

"She looks just like Beth." Gran remarked, "But she's definitely got something about her that reminds me of you."

I smiled shyly and looked to the floor, still unable to say anything.

"What's your name sweetheart?" I looked up as Gran spoke to me, kindly and gently, rather how Harry had first acknowledged me in his living room.

"Bre. I er.. mean.. Brenna" I replied stumbling over my wording.

"Brenna.." Tink whispered from the corner of her mouth. I'd just sat down next to her. She looked too busy cradling her new born to be bothered about anything else around her so I hadn't yet said anything. I looked up cautiously and she smiled. "Would you mind taking Riley off me while I nip to the loo?" She asked.

"I urm.. Well.." I stammered as Tink placed the small bundle of blankets into my arms. She moved away and walked out of the room quickly.

Great.

I'm left Holding the baby.

Literally.

So, it's not all bad.

This lil thing is cute.

Very little.

Very, very little.

Definitely a moment to Awh in my head.

Awh-ing out loud may cause little tears of Awhness to appear.

And we wouldn't be wanting that.

Also must remember that Awhness or Awh-ing is not a word.

"Where's Tink?" Tom asked. I looked up to see him standing infront of me, with Dougie with him.

Shoot.

So much for avoiding him.

"She went to the toilet." I answered. "Would you like Riley back now?"

"No, you're a natural." Tom grinned, then turned seeing his eldest daughter at the grand old age of two, trying to push her small fingers into a plug socket. "Morgan-Alexis Fletcher! Get away from there!"