"It's a boy… Surprised?" Reid examined the plastic page in front of him.

"Are you sure it's not a dachshund?"

"Not really, no, but if it is I'm thinking Mongo's a good name. Bartholomew, maybe."

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"He's beautiful."

"I know. He must get it from my side of the family."

"I'm so sure, Reid."

"What's his name?"

"Walker Lake Parry." Pogue glanced away from the writhing infant with black eyes and blond hair at the sound of Joey's voice.

"I thought we vetoed Lake?"

"Yeah, well. Too late. The certificate's in ink."

"WHAT?"

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"How do I make it stop crying? Doesn't he have a fucking off switch?" Reid's voice was nearly a hiss as he held Walker away from him.

"Why'd you tell them we knew what we were doing? WHY WOULD YOU EVER OFFER TO BABYSIT?" Tyler looked frazzled, slightly hysterical. "The sound is killing me. It's almost too pathetic."

"Like torturing a kitten."

"And you would know that sounds because?"

"Yech- dammit, Walker!" Tyler dissolved into laughter at the sight before him, and the disgust in Reid's voice.

"I think I just peed a little bit," Tyler wheezed between gasps, giggles escaping still though his stomach hurt.

"Yeah, well, that makes two of you," Reid didn't look up from his now wet shirt to reply, although the naked baby had stopped crying to coo at the blond, and curl his fingers around tattooed hands. Reid smiled.

"Dude, you're whipped by a baby." Reid kicked swiftly at Tyler's passing shins, not looking away from those tiny sloe eyes, the impish dimpled face so like another favorite impish dimpled person of his. And how could I not be, little man?

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"Joey, I have to ask you something. Maybe I'm just being paranoid." Tyler bit an already scabbed lip. Gently, two female fingers pried the tormented lower half of Tyler's mouth from the clutches of those anxious pearly whites, a smile on her face- trying to hide the concern in her eyes.

"Is it Lena?"

"Wh- no, it's not Lena. It's just… this is gonna sound really bad, but… Why does Walker look so much like Reid? I mean, that's impossible, right? Right? I mean, you look kinda like Reid. But… It's just me. They spend too much time together, like people and their dogs. Yeah." Tyler tried for a weak smile, but it went unreturned. Jordan turned away from him. She was rigid with anger, her mouth a tight line. Walker shifted in her arms, and she smoothed the white-blond fuzz of baby hair from his face, kissing his forehead but her eyes were dead.

"Right?"

"Right, Tyler."