Three Men And A Little Lady.
"You be a good girl for daddy…" Charlie cuddled Rebecca tightly, chuckling at the mischievous twinkle in the little girl's eye, "Won't you?"
Rebecca beamed at her mother, nodding. "Dada." She giggled, waving at Smithy.
Smithy smiled, watching the two of them together. "She'll be fine." He said, leaning forward in his chair, wrapping an arm around Charlie so it rested on her hip, running his hand down slightly.
"Smithy." Charlie smirked, not looking round. "Move your hand please." She said mock-frowning as Rebecca giggled, chewing her fist.
"It's fine where it is." Smithy smirked, slapping her bum gently as Rebecca shrieked, kicking her legs.
"Either daddy moves his hand," Charlie paused and tickled Rebecca's chin. "Or mummy stays here and crashes his night with the boys."
"You're not staying." Smithy scoffed slightly, sliding his hand further around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. "It's West Ham!"
"…Yes?" Charlie tilted her head slightly. "And?"
"And, no girls allowed." Smithy shrugged, leaning back against the settee as Charlie turned to face him, straddling his lap with Rebecca between them.
"Becca's a girl." Charlie pouted, poking his stomach gently.
"So?" Smithy kissed Rebecca's forehead. "She's my girl." He smirked, "Besides, she'll be asleep."
"She will?" Charlie smirked, exchanging grins with Rebecca.
"Yes," Smithy gently pulled on the ends of Charlie's hair, pulling her closer to kiss her softly. "And she won't ask me to explain the offside rule 5 times." He murmured into the kiss.
"Oi!" Rebecca screeched, trying to pull herself up from being squashed between her parents.
"Sorry baby." Charlie chuckled, lifting her up, laying her in Smithy's arms, sliding back off his lap to go finish getting ready.
"Hey!" Mickey whined, glaring at Nick as he elbowed him out the way.
"Either move, or get squashed." Nick rolled his eyes, holding a crate of lager. "Have you even knocked yet, Webbo?"
Mickey rolled his eyes, "I rang the bell." He said, shrugging. "They're probably all over each other again." He wrinkled his nose.
Nick sighed, putting the crate on the floor, knocking loudly on the door.
"Whadda' you do that for?" Mickey scowled at him, before flushing as Nick pointed out the sign on the door. "Well I didn't know." He scowled, glaring at the 'Bell not working – please knock' sign. "Charlie's handwriting's scary."
"…It's Smithy's." Charlie opened the window, pulling her dressing gown tighter around her as she leant out, throwing her keys down to them. "He's in the shower." She said. "Ignore Becca, she's hungry. Smithy'll be down in a minute."
"Cheers." Nick caught the keys, opening the door to let them both in, rolling his eyes as Mickey pushed off ahead, carrying the lighter bags, leaving Nick to balance the lager. "Take it you won't want to drink any." He muttered, going inside, dropping it carefully onto the settee.
"Hiya!" Rebecca peered over her playpen at the two men, chewing on the plastic pole near the door.
"Hiya." Nick smiled down at her, crouching to her level, tickling the end of her nose with a soft toy.
Rebecca giggled, grinning at him as she tried to reach out and grab the toy, her giggles getting louder as Nick pulled it away. "Din din." She said, blinking pathetically up at him.
"Daddy'll be down soon." He smiled at her, picking up another toy.
"TEDDY!" Rebecca shrieked, diving for to the small soft toy, wrestling against Nick as she clung to it, pulling it tight against her chest. "Mine." She told him in warning, narrowing her eyes.
"Oi, Klein." Smithy called down the stairs as he passed, hearing the exchange. "Off the teddy."
Rebecca smirked smugly up at Nick, crawling off to another part of the playpen, cuddling her teddy closely.
Nick rolled his eyes, drawing himself back up to his full height. "Sarge." He muttered, going through to Mickey.
"Aren't you finished yet?" Smithy rolled his eyes, pulling his football shirt on that he'd already lovingly laid out on the bed.
"No." Charlie frowned in concentration, teasing a piece of hair into place, securing it with hairspray.
"Are you trying to create your own little hole in the o-zone?" Smithy rolled his eyes, pulling his tracksuit bottoms on, standing behind Charlie as she fussed and preened.
"Piss off." Charlie gently batted his hand on her shoulder, giggling as he leant forward, leading a trail of butterfly kisses over her shoulder. "I'll hairspray you in a minute if you don't let me get ready." She said softly, brushing his hair, raising the can threateningly.
"No!" Smithy's head shot up and he backed off, holding his hands up in defence as Charlie sprayed a little in his direction. "Charlie, I mean it! Charlie!" Smithy ran towards the door, slamming it after him, almost sprinting downstairs as Charlie sat on the bed, giggling.
Half an hour later, Charlie made an appearance, clearing her throat as she stepped through the doorway, doing quick turn as she smirked at the boys, resting her hands on her hips. "Will I do?" she asked.
"Can that top get any lower?" Mickey chirruped, looking up from his can.
"Oi!" Smithy nudged him, glaring.
"…Sorry." Mickey blushed as Charlie chuckled, smoothing her top as she stepped past them, enveloping them all in a cloud of perfume, pulling her jacket on, crouching beside Smithy's lap as he sat feeding Rebecca.
"Night night sweetheart." Charlie kissed her cheek. "Be good for daddy."
"Baba mama." Rebecca giggled as Charlie kissed her, pouting as she leant over, kissing Smithy, causing Smithy to stop feeding her for a few seconds. She took a breath and scowled, grumbling, patting Smithy's arm, almost causing him to drop the small plastic bowl. Smithy chuckled and pulled back slightly, looking down at Rebecca.
"Sorry baby." Charlie smiled slightly, straightening up, stepping over Mickey's legs on her way to the door. "Behave." She warned softly. "No mess, make sure Rebecca gets to bed at a decent time, try not to let Mickey break anything." She checked her handbag, pulling her phone over. "If you need me, you know where I am."
"Yes mum." Smithy rolled his eyes, wiping Rebecca's mouth as she finished. "I'm sure we can manage."
Charlie raised an eyebrow, glancing in turn at the three men, before sighing. "Just don't break my house." She frowned, waving at Rebecca, before leaving.
Rebecca looked at Smithy, then Mickey and finally Nick, clapping her hands, an innocent grin plastered over her face as she wriggled in Smithy's lap, slipping and sliding across to Mickey's, grabbing his shirt in one hand as she slumped against his lap, looking curiously up at him.
Mickey glanced down, eyeballing Rebecca. "What?"
Rebecca looked suspiciously at Mickey, tilting her head. "'Icky." She said quietly as Smithy smirked, nodding at her.
"'Icky." Nick laughed, "She's got you to a tee."
"Oi!" Mickey pouted, frowning at Rebecca. "Mickey."
"Icky." Rebecca repeated, glaring at him. "Icky, Icky, Icky!"
"You've taught her that." Mickey looked accusingly at Smithy.
"How could I!" Smithy held his hands up, a large smirk flicking over his lips. "She's a baby; she picks up what she hears."
"…Mickey." Mickey blinked as Rebecca pulled herself to a standing position, still clutching his shirt in her hands. "Icky." She repeated, her face inches from his, before giggling loudly as Smithy picked her up, carrying her off into the kitchen in search of more lager.