Happy Birthday, Baby – Chapter 2
"What!"
Charlie rolled her eyes and grinned as she bent over the small table, lining her cue up, before yelping as she took her shot, raising an eyebrow at Smithy who just smirked and held his hand up, waving it a little.
"I'll remember that." Charlie smirked, straightening up as her ball missed. "When it's your turn…"
"I didn't do anything." Smithy took the cue and smirked, circling Rebecca's mini snooker table, before leaning over to take the shot, almost falling forward as Charlie slapped his backside. "Easy, girl!"
"Didn't do anything!" Charlie mocked, feigning innocence, scowling as the ball still rolled into a pocket, "Bastard."
"Pure skill." He grinned, smugly taking another shot.
"Dan."
Dan swallowed the mouthful of burger he had, looking down at the little girl sat on his lap. "Rebecca?"
Rebecca giggled and simpered a little, holding out the handful of Smarties she'd been holding for the past few minute.
"…Thanks." Dan frowned at the handful of melted chocolate mess in his palm, looking for somewhere to wipe it.
"You!" Rebecca insisted, leaning back against his chest, watching her parents get competitive over their game.
"Yeah." Dan smiled a little, "Thanks…."
"What on earth-"
Mickey looked up, his expression one of complete innocence, grinning at Gina. "Ma'am?"
"Michael…" Gina fingered the apron he was wearing, reading the 'Kiss the Chef' caption emblazoned across the front. "Who on earth let you buy that?"
"You don't like it?" Mickey mock pouted, checking the barbecue.
"Has anyone done it?"
"Nick tried to." Mickey grimaced. "Had to threaten him with the tongs."
"Oooh, I don't know." Gina almost smirked. "I'd have thought Nick would enjoy that…"
"Come on Smithy." Nick heckled from behind the makeshift music table – comprising of the CD player and Nick's professional speakers. "You're not going to get beaten by a girl…"
"Ahem…"
"Sorry Charlie." Nick grinned, holding his hands up before swigging from his bottle.
Smithy smirked and stood back up as he took his shot, pressing a kiss against Charlie's hair as his arm snaked around her waist. "Winner stays on?"
"Alright." Nick nodded, "You think Smithy'll mind me playing his missus?"
"Oi!" Smithy scoffed, despite both men knowing that there was no way Charlie could actually win, even if she potted all the balls in one turn.
Charlie grinned and swigged from her bottle, turning her head to look at Smithy. "Will you let me win?" she pouted, batting her eyes up at him.
"If I do that, you won't learn any lessons."
"Lesson's of what?" she scoffed.
"That I'm always-"
"Daddy!"
Smithy trailed off and flashed Charlie a smirk, looking down at the dark haired limpet attached to his thigh. "Bec…"
"You on mummy's team, sweetie?" Charlie smiled down at her, rolling her eyes as Rebecca tugged on Smithy's cue, almost sending the table flying as she was lifted up, kicking her feet. "Clever Becca…"
Rebecca giggled and pointed the cue at the table, pushing it forward, knocking it against one of the balls.
Charlie watched as the ball hit against another, sending it flying into the pocket. "…I don't believe it!"