Note: Rebecca is about 10 months old in this fic – aaaand, there's a few swearwords in this bit.

"Awww." Nick chuckled as he looked down. "Can we keep her?"

"Da bad!" Rebecca screwed up her hands as she held onto Nick's t shirt, ignoring Smithy's attempts to get her to look round.

"I'll buy you a pony." Smithy settled beside Nick's lap, holding Rebecca's arm. "All girls want ponies..."

"Nama!" Rebecca pulled her arm away, folding them in front of her.

"Come on Bec…" Smithy sighed. "Your mam'll kill me if you're still sulking when she gets here."

"Da!" Rebecca scowled, fixing one eye on Smithy, still glaring at him.

Smithy glanced at the tv, watching the match for a few seconds, before noticing Rebecca was watching him. "Cuddle?"

"No."

"Teddy?"

"Mine." Rebecca reached for her teddy, pulling it out of Smithy's grasp, cuddling it to her before he had anymore thoughts of kidnapping it.

"Toy?"

"No."

"Football."

"No."

"Becca…" Smithy sighed, rubbing his forehead, pulling himself up to beside Nick. "Daddy'll buy you a new dress…"

"NO!" Rebecca snapped, settling against Nick.

"Worth a shot." Smithy shrugged. "Works with your mum…."

"Do you mind!" Mickey momentarily tuned in, frowning at the noise from the others. "I'm trying to watch this."

"Then piss off!" Smithy jabbed his thumb at the door. "S'my house, sod off home."

"Piss." Rebecca said innocently, looking at Smithy from under her eyelashes. "Piss."

"Oh for fuc…god's sake!" Smithy glared at Mickey, "Now look what you've done."

Charlie hugged herself against the cold as she waited for the taxi, blinking as she saw Amber appear beside her.

"Alright?" Amber smiled, looking like the cat with the cream.

"What are you up to?" Charlie said suspiciously, smiling as she watched Amber.

"Going back to Dan's." Amber grinned, "Going to finish what we started in there." She nodded back at the club.

"I can see how the dance floor isn't the place for porn." Charlie chuckled, remembering the drunken groping. She turned her head to look at Amber, turning as something caught her eye, before giggling. "Er, Amber?"

"Yeah?" Amber turned, following Charlie's eye line to where Dan was leant by the side of the club, vomiting in a dustbin. "I'll leave this one to you." She grinned, squeezing Amber's arm, before escaping into the safety of her cab.

"Piss!" Rebecca waved her teddy, giggling at the reactions she was getting, her bad mood already forgotten.

"Becca." Smithy tried for the eleventh time. "Wee…"

"Piss."

"If you stop mentioning it, she'll shut up." Mickey grumbled, turning the volume up.

"Don't talk about my daughter like that!" Smithy glared, snatching the remote back. "If she wants to swear…"

"I don't think Charlie'd quite see it like that." Nick interjected calmly.

"Shut it Klein!" Smithy snapped, in unison with Mickey.

"Klein!" Rebecca beamed innocently, wriggling free of Nick's hold on her, toddling unsteadily in the direction of her playpen.

Smithy listened as Rebecca repeated Nick's surname a couple more times, smiling with relief as he sat back, turning the tv back up slightly, turning his attention to the match.

Rebecca yawned as she pulled out her police car, pushing it along so the lights flashed and the siren wailed.

"Oh for fucks sake!" Mickey groaned, hiding his head in his hands. "Does she ever stop?"

"Mickey!" Smithy snapped.

"Fuck." Rebecca beamed.

"MICKEY!"