As Kyle woke up, he found Lillie's cot empty, a note from Denny saying they heard her start to cry and he slept through it, having been exhausted by the past few days. He didn't mind the lie in, feeling a lot more refreshed and ready for the day, surprised to see Casey changing Lillie's nappy as he walked out into the living room.

"Having fun?" He smirks.

"No!" Casey retches. "Why couldn't you have woken up five minutes ago!"

"I've had to do that loads, so has Brax and Heath with their kids. Get used to it." Kyle laughs, walking over to the table to sit next to Denny, enjoying the torture Casey was going through. "Where is everyone anyway?" He asks, it sounded a lot quieter than it normally does.

"Heath actually hasn't raided the fridge today, so is probably at work, Brax had to check on Angelo's and Ricky took Emilia for a walk accompanied by Kat as she wanted a 'girly catch up'." Casey replies as he fiddles with the clean nappy.

"That doesn't sound good." Kyle frowns, remembering what Brax thought about the cops watching the house.

"I've never been able to work Kat out, so who knows?" Casey says. "I did say we'd meet Brax and Ricky down on the beach once you woke up and had breakfast. They wanted to talk about something, didn't say what."

"Okay." Kyle nods, walking over to get himself some breakfast.

"Have I done this right?" Casey frowns as he looks at the nappy. "Something doesn't look right."

"I'll check it." Denny chuckles, walking over to them to look. "Is this a joke?" She asks.

"That took me ages!" Casey moans.

"How have you managed to put it on inside out and the wrong way round?" Denny laughs, looking over at Kyle who shakes his head, trying not to laugh.

"I've never had to change a nappy before! The pictures on the nappy bag look easy!" Casey defends himself.

"Move over, I'll fix it." Denny says, lightly shoving him towards the table before tickling Lillie. "I'm going to have to take uncle Casey to lots of pre-natal groups one day aren't I?" She smiles.

"Brax only went to the ones about the babies health, not the nappy changing ones or whatever, and he still knew how to do it." Kyle says, laughing as Casey whacks him.

"That's because Brax is a know it all, even with that sort of stuff." He says, not amused they were making jokes about it. Luckily for him, the door opened revealing their older brother, who looked quite concerned about something. "Aren't you meant to be at work?"

"Nah, I swapped my shift." Heath shrugs.

"Well we're about to go down to the beach to meet Brax and Ricky once Denny's fixed Lillie's nappy. You coming?" Kyle asks, shoving the last spoonful of cereal into his mouth before putting the bowl in the sink.

"Sure. Bianca took the kids into Yabbie Creek with Irene, so I've got nothing better to do." Heath says. "What was wrong with Lillie's nappy?" He asks, frowning as Denny and Kyle laugh.

"Casey changed his first nappy and completely messed it up." Denny smirks, putting Lillie's baby grow on and doing it up.

"Alright, enough of the jokes!" Casey moans. "Now let's go before Brax moans about us being late."


"Took your time." Brax says as Heath, Denny and Casey join them on the beach. "Where's Kyle?"

"He was getting a drink from the juice bar, said he'd been down in a minute." Casey says.

"Right. I'll go up and join him." Brax says as he stands up, Heath following him up the beach.

"Is this about our phone call earlier?" Heath asks.

"Yeah, thought it was better coming from us. The cops aren't exactly being sensitive about this and we know Kyle's limits. We tell him as little as possible, same as before." Brax says.

"Yeah but look how it ended last time."

"Kyle's a lot stronger now, he's got good ways to deal with his anxiety and we know the signs of a relapse." Brax says as they walk into the Surf Club, not seeing their brother in there. "Oi John, where did Kyle go?" He calls over to him.

"How would I know? I haven't seen him today." John replies before turning back to his customer.

"Where the hell is he?" Heath frowns as they walk back out, Brax pulling out his phone to call him.

They glance at each other as they hear a phone ringing nearby, so follow it to behind the Surf Club. They found Kyle holding Lillie close to his chest, but also another definitely unwanted visitor for them all. There was Jasmine with a large pocket knife in her hand, holding it up to their brother, which is the last thing they expected to see.

"What's going on?" Brax asks, Heath darting to the other side of Jasmine, stopping as she turns the knife to him.

"I've come to get my daughter back. I'm not leaving without her, now hand her over." Jasmine glares at Kyle, turning the knife back to him.

"She is not your daughter!" Kyle glares, his anxiety fiercely rising over the safety of his daughter.

"Yes she is, she's mine and Ryan's. We looked after her, were giving her a good life. That's something you can't do, I mean look at you, you're a nervous wreck!" She laughs.

"You did this to me!" Kyle shouts, relief washing through him as Brax slowly creeps his way in front of him.

"There's cops all over town looking for you." He says, sneakily taking his phone from his pocket, moving it behind his back for Kyle to get. "If you run now, you'll be long gone before they find you."

"I am not leaving without my Lillie." Jasmine hisses, gripping the pocket knife tighter.

"Holding a knife up to an innocent father and his baby, that's a sick move." Heath says.

"And what would you know?" Jasmine shouts, moving the knife back to him. "I looked you up after I took Lillie. I saw your criminal records, none of you are fit to be looking after your kids. I did you a favour taking Lillie, and I've come back for her. She is my daughter and nothing will change that."

"Nah, she is not your daughter, and she never will be." Heath says. "Lillie has one parent, and he is holding her right now. None of that crazy bullshit your saying will change that." He says, glancing over at Kyle, noticing him holding Brax's phone in one hand while keeping it, and Lillie, hidden from Jasmine.

"You really think this is worth it?" Brax asks her. "You're never going to hold Lillie again, not if we've got anything to do with it. So either you run before the police find you, or we'll personally make sure you're unable to hurt our brother and niece again."

"I'm not scared of you." Jasmine scoffs. "You wouldn't risk killing me when you've got a kid to protect. Don't think I didn't find out you've got a daughter as well. But don't worry, it's not her I want." She says, angering Brax, but he kept it hidden well.

"I've killed before, but do you see me in prison on murder charges?" Brax asks. "I'll never be caught for my crimes, and no one would believe you, the baby snatching psycho."

"Give me Lillie and I'll never tell a soul about the crimes you haven't been caught for." Jasmine says.

"Tell who you want, I won't be sent down for a thing." Brax shrugs, smirking as she freaks out at the sirens in the distance.

"Just give me Lillie!" She shouts, glancing off down the road to see if they were close yet.

Next thing Brax knew, Heath was lunging forward to pin her to the ground. She put up a fight until she was unable to hold him off. Then the Braxton yelled out in pain, letting her go as he rolled to the side, clutching his side. She didn't even look back before running off into the forest, leaving the pocket knife behind without a thought. The bloodied pocket knife at that.