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Epilogue

"What on earth-"

"Mickey." Nick and Smithy chorused, Smithy pointing at Mickey for good measure.

"…Why is my daughter swearing?" Charlie turned her head, looking directly at Mickey as he stammered.

"…Her nappies dirty?" Mickey shrugged helplessly.

Charlie glared forcefully at him and stood up, slapping the back of Mickey's head as she stood up, heading upstairs.

"OW!" Mickey scowled, "What the hell was that for?"

Smithy smirked, folding his arms as he tuned back into the TV. "She can get away with it…if it was up to me, it'd be worse."

Mickey pouted, glaring at Smithy, before soon forgetting everything other than the football match.

Rebecca's arm flinched gently as she slept, her leg twitching.

Charlie smiled softly, watching her as she sat by the cot, the light from the hallway illuminating Rebecca's hair, giving her the effect of a soft gold halo.

"Da…" Rebecca murmured softly, turning her head to one side.

Charlie chuckled and pressed her index finger against Rebecca's hand, lightly brushing the backs of her fingers with her thumb.

"…Fuck."

Nick looked up, almost spitting the mouthful of beer out as he heard from the baby monitor.

Smithy glanced up, having to bite his lip to stop a smirk as Charlie attempted to battle with Rebecca to get her to say anything else, as Rebecca carried on sleeping.

"She's a clever kid…" Nick smirked, looking at Smithy as he raised both eyebrows.

"Too clever for her own good." Mickey muttered, scowling.

Smithy smirked and rolled his eyes, opening another can of lager.

Charlie eventually gave up the battle of wills against the sleeping baby, and stood up, softly kissing Rebecca's forehead. "Night sweetheart." She whispered, leaving the room and quietly closing the door behind her.

All three boys glanced up as Charlie stalked back through to them, each the picture of innocence as they smiled.

"Don't look at me like that." Charlie scowled, reaching for the remote as three arms reached out to stop her. "Off. Now."

Mickey was the first to pull his hand away, unnerved by the glare boring into the side of his head.

Nick followed suit, nursing his hand as Charlie slapped it.

"Football!" Smithy insisted, narrowing his gaze.

"Should have thought about that," Charlie took the remote, shifting across to the armchair, turning over to the movie channels."Preferably before you started teaching my baby swearwords."

Mickey's expression turned from annoyed to disgusted as he was faced by Bridget Jones, looking terrified as he watched Smithy putting up no resistance.

Smithy frowned slightly, getting to his feet as he moved to pick his jacket up. "Pub?"

Mickey jumped to his feet with Nick, nodding quickly, hurrying to the door.

Charlie smirked, looking over at the boys. "Play nice…"

Smithy rolled his eyes, leaning down to quickly kiss Charlie, before hurrying out the house, the three of them making a beeline to the nearest football-screening-pub.

"Good boys..." Charlie chuckled, watching them go.