Reviews were awesome! Thank you to everyone who took the time! In fact they put me in such a good mood that here I am with yet another update! Comedy note: The name Edge (see the opening line) is actually a name in a baby book. My sister in law is expecting and she had a book so I was flicking through it and seriously, Edge is apparently a name. As is 'Walk'. Go figure... ;) anyway, enjoy!

"Edge?" Pete frowned, wondering if he was reading it right. "Who the fuck would call their kid 'Edge'?"

"Edge Dunham sounds pretty cool though," Allie teased him, snuggling deeper into his chest and kissing the skin there, trying to remember the last time she had felt this content.

"Why don't we just call him 'Shelf'?" Pete laughed. "Or how about 'Drawer'?"

Smiling, Allie pushed herself up and looked down at him as he flicked through the book.

"What?" he asked her, catching the look she was wearing.

"You said 'he'," she poked his chest. "You think it's a boy,"

"It'd make sense," he told her.

"How?" she laughed. "Unless you have all male making sperm…"

"Nah," he chuckled. "But think about it, I was one of two boys. You're parents belted out two boys,"

"What about me?" she protested. "Or are you ignoring my severe lack of manhood?"

"No," Pete smirked mischievously at her. "I'm thanking God for it, otherwise what we just did would be pretty fucked up," reaching down, he tucked her hair behind her ears and then ran his hands down her naked back before glancing back at the book. "Allie can be a blokes name,"

"So, Pete can be a girl's name," she told him.

"No, it can't," he laughed. "How many birds do you know called Pete?"

"I knew a girl called Petra and everyone called her Pete," she wrinkled her nose. "Of course she did turn out to be a lesbian which explained a lot…" turning so that she was lying on her side, she rested her hand on his stomach, her fingers drumming rhythmically against the muscle underneath.

"So what do you want?" she asked him.

"What, right now?" he raised an eyebrow and flung the book off of the bed, determined to pull her down to him.

"I meant a boy or a girl," she laughed, playfully fighting with him.

Smiling, Pete pushed her onto her back and shifted down as gently as he could without moving his knee too much to rest against her stomach.

"I just want you," he told her, then looked at her tummy. "And I want whoever this is," he kissed it softly. "To just be happy and healthy and maybe end up playing as Captain of the Hammers,"

Allie laughed and shook her head, drawing invisible patterns on his shoulder blades with her finger tips.

"So you do want a boy," she giggled as his tongue gently traced circles around her belly button.

"Not necessarily," he told her with a grin. "She could be the first female captain to ever play for 'em,"

"Right," she smiled, biting her lip when his hands moved down her legs to stroke her thighs. His kisses were getting firmer and she could tell from the way he was shifting uncomfortably that he was getting worked up again.

"So what'd you make of Joshua?" he mumbled against her chest as he kissed his way slowly back to her mouth.

"Joshua Dunham," she nodded thoughtfully. "Its nice, but I thought…" she trailed off.

"What?" Pete looked up at her, resting his head on her chest and pressing his lips against her throat.

"I thought maybe you'd want to give it your dad's name…y'know if it was a boy obviously," she laughed quietly.

"Nah," Pete whispered, his eyes darkening. He'd thought about it a few times, about carrying on the family tradition but his dad had been far from qualifying as a decent bloke and he didn't want his family associated with that. "We can name if after yours if you like, carry on the whole Richard thing…"

She looked at him sympathetically and shook her head, her thumb brushing over his cheek bone.

"Three Richard's in one family?" she smiled lightly, hoping to make him laugh. "I'd rather call the kid Edge,"

Pete laughed and buried his face in her neck, gently kissing the skin and then pushing himself up so he could look into her eyes.

"I love you, you know that?" he brushed a damp strand of hair off of her face and smiled.

"I love you, too," she told him honestly. "Even when you are minutely crippled and horny,"

"Damnit woman, that's when I'm at my best," he smirked as she giggled loudly and shook her head.

His lips were hovering above hers again when the loud knock on her bedroom door made them both freeze, for a moment feeling like two teenagers caught doing something they shouldn't be.

"Uh, Allie?" Lara's voice drifted through. "Pete?"

"Yeah?" Allie called back.

"Sorry to raid the love shack but um, Dave is here," she bit her lip.

"Oh," Allie frowned, shrugging at Pete who was looking at her equally confused. "We'll be out in a sec, ok?"

"Ok," Lara called back. "Sorry again!" she shouted after a short pause, her footsteps fading out into the hallway as she ran back downstairs.

"No rest for the crippled, huh, Dunham?" Allie teased, gently easing out from under him and reaching for her underwear.

"I thought Dave was in Italy," he shook his head. "What's so fucking urgent that he had to come straight 'ere from the airport?"

Shaking her head, Allie pulled Pete's hoodie on over her jeans and turned to face him as he sat on the edge of the bed managing to have successfully tugged his boxers back on.

"You ok?" she asked, picking up his t-shirt and walking over to him. "Let me help,"

"Nah, babe, you're alright" he shook his head, pulling her down to his level and kissing her deeply. "You go and see what's 'appening down there, I'll be out in a sec."

"Ok," she nodded, letting go of his hand and stepping out into the hallway, jogging down the large curving staircase into the foyer where she could hear voices drifting out of the kitchen.

"This is the last thing they fucking need right now," Lara snapped. "They're both just getting back on track and-…"

"Allie," Benjamin spoke loudly, interrupting Lara and drawing her attention to the petite girl stood nervously in the doorway. "You alright, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," she smiled, turning her attention back to Dave. "Hey,"

"Oi, oi, gorgeous," he smiled, stepping in and wrapping her up in a huge hug. "You look beautiful,"

She smiled, tightening her grip on his shoulders as he pulled away. "Dave, what's going on?"

"Listen, why don't we just wait for Pete to get down 'ere and-…"

"Dave," she interrupted him, looking him in the eye. "Come on, please."

"It's Bovver," he sighed. "The ol' bill nicked him last night when he was coming out of work,"

"What?" she hissed.

"They're doin' 'im for Tommy's murder." He watched as the blonde's eyes widened and she shook her head slowly.

"He didn't kill him," she protested. "He saved me, he saved Matt, how can they…"

"Oi," Dave cupped her face with his hands and shushed her. "It's alright darlin' we'll get this sorted, I promise you,"

"Get what sorted?" Pete frowned, his eyes seeking out Allie who was still standing close to Dave, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Pete, we was trying to call you, mate," Dave sighed. "Believe me if we could 'ave told you earlier…"

"Told me what?" he snapped. "What's 'appened now?"

"Bovver's been arrested," he replied sadly. "The ol' bill are convinced he murdered Tommy,"

"It was self defence!" Pete shouted.

"Try explaining that to them," Dave shrugged.

"What if me and Matt went to see them?" Allie looked at Pete. "We were there, we saw what happened, if they knew what Tommy was like…"

"If we mention Tommy, the whole lot of us are right fucking in it," Dave shook his head. "If they knew we were GSE, they'd bury 'im faster than you can say 'not guilty'."

"So we don't mention the firm," Pete decided. "We just tell them what happened at the flat,"

"What about you?" Allie asked him. "If we tell them what happened to you…"

"No fucking way," he laughed. "They find out I'm the Major of the GSE and I'll be Bov's fucking cellmate."

"I thought the yank went to the police about that anyway?" Benjamin piped up.

"He did," Pete shook his head, recalling Matt's utter stupidity. "But he didn't mention nothing to do with what the fight was over, they know Tommy tried to kill us, but they don't know why."

"Right sod this," Allie snapped, shoving her feet into Lara's Sketchers which were sat by the counter. "We're going to that station now,"

"What?" Pete frowned. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Pete," she levelled her gaze with his. "Bovver saved my life, he saved Matt's life, he saved our baby," she shook her head. "This is the least we owe him,"

With that, she didn't wait for any of them, instead pulling open the front door and storming across the gravelled courtyard to her car.

"Fuck me," Dave let out a deep breath. "That's one 'ell of a girl you've got there, eh, Dunham?"

"Yeah," Pete smiled. He never thought the day would come when Allie would be so protective of Bov of all people, but then like she'd said, they owed him this. "She's fuckin' amazing."

"Well I must say that this is a little unexpected," the policeman raised his eyebrows as he slid into the booth across from Allie and met her eyes. "You do realise that as a key witness you would have been called in within the next few days?"

"I'm here now," she shrugged. "So I guess I saved you a phone call,"

The police man chuckled, apparently aware that he was up against a very determined girl.

"So you're here in regards to a Mr. Stuart Bovverington, am I right?" he looked at her patiently.

"He didn't kill anyone," she snapped.

"Straight to the point, aren't you?" he laughed, slightly taken aback.

"Tommy Hatcher wasn't a nice bloke," she informed them.

"We're aware of Mr. Hatcher's criminal record," he nodded. "But are you aware of your good friend Stuarts?" flipping open a folder, he scanned the pages and shook his head. "Six accounts of ABH over four years," he whistled. "That's a big number,"

"I don't care about what he did in the past," Allie sighed. "I'm here to talk about the fact that he's not a murderer."

Raising his eyebrows, the officer opened another folder and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Smashed eye sockets, collapsed oesophagus, punctured lung, multiple rib fractures and a cranial injury…" he looked up at the blonde. "This is just the basic injuries reported by the coroner who worked on Mr Hatcher, would you like me to continue?"

"I'm pregnant," she slammed her hand down on the desk. "I'm two months pregnant and I had a man standing over me with a knife pressed against my stomach, threatening to kill my child. Matt was lying in the corner of the room with a whole in his knee drifting in and out of consciousness, if Bov…" she caught herself. "If Stuart hadn't been there I don't doubt for a second that both of us would be dead,"

"Mr. Hatcher threatened you?" he narrowed his eyes.

"No, he didn't threaten me," she spat. "He went through with it. Call the London, ask them, I was admitted with multiple wounds to my stomach, and yes, before you ask, I very nearly lost my baby, so you explain to me once more why you're prosecuting a man who did nothing other than protect his friends,"

"Miss Harding…"

"I'm not condoning that level of violence," she shook her head vehemently. "I wish that Bovver hadn't killed him because that man didn't deserve to die, he deserved to rot in prison for what he'd done. But if you want me to sit here and tell me that Bovver shouldn't have done what he did then you're wasting your time because he did the right thing."

The officer looked at her in shock for a moment and Allie panicked trying to gauge whether or not she had gone too far. And if she had…was it possible to blame it on the hormones?

"Miss Harding, I'm going to ask D.I Gardner here to take a formal statement from you and then I'll be back to talk to you,"

"Fine," she nodded, glancing at the other man across from her, who looked much less severe than his partner. "I've never been that scared before," she told the other man, halting him as he reached for the door handle. "I honestly thought I was going to die…I'm not saying that Bovver is saint," she snorted. "Far from it, but he's not a killer."

"Thank you, Miss Harding," he nodded, smiling slightly and pointing at Gardner. "Now just make sure you tell him that as well."

"So what'd you say to 'em exactly?" Pete looked at Matt as he handed the yank a bottle of beer from the fridge and followed him across the large hallway back into the living room where he'd left Allie in the safe hands of the GSE.

"Nothing that useful," he scoffed. "I was unconscious through most of it. All I remember is talking to Allie and then the pain in my leg and then it all kinda goes…hazy,"

"I know I was a bit of a cunt to you," Pete stopped him with a hand on his shoulder as they neared the living room doors. "After I came out of hospital,"

"Pete, I get it, ok?" Matt shook his head. "It was a tense couple of weeks and…"

"I almost lost Allie," the blonde man gulped and Matt swore he saw tears in the corners of his eyes. "I almost lost my kid, I thought I was gonna die," he laughed. "Everything was beyond fucked up mate and I'm sorry if I took it out on you, yeah?"

"You didn't," Matt pressed.

"Fuck me, was it with you yanks, eh?" Pete sighed. "Just take the fuckin apology, trust me I don't dish 'em out very often."

"Yeah, I can tell," Matt joked.

"You cheeky fuck," he laughed. "You're lucky I'm on crutches sunshine,"

Rolling his eyes, Matt pushed through the door, the two of them still laughing only to be shushed by the members of the GSE, who looked at them with angry eyes.

"What?" Pete frowned.

"Allie's asleep," Dave told him in a whisper. "We thought it'd be good for her,"

"I read in some book," Swill chimed in. "That pregnant birds need an extra hours sleep every night." He stared at the sleeping blonde and then quirked an eyebrow. "D'you know her feet will get bigger n' all?"

"Not to mention her ti-…"

"Ned," Ike stared at him in horror. "Are you that fucking thick or do you actually want to die?" he jerked his head over to where Pete was stood glaring at him.

"Sorry mate," Ned shrugged and pushed his beer away. "No more cheeky mid afternoon Fosters for me,"

"Come on," Pete nodded towards the door off of the living room which led to the study. "Let's go in 'ere, I don't wanna wake her up."

Limping past her, he bent down and smoothed some hair off of her face, gently brushing his lips over her temple and whispering something none of the other boys could make out before following them into the large room next door.

"What're we gonna do about Bov, Pete?" Ike shook his head. "What if he goes down for this?"

"He won't," Pete shook his head. "He can't…"

"He did kill Tommy though," Keith winced at the looks he got. "Mate, they're not gonna give 'im a tap on the fucking wrist for beating someone to death, are they?"

"'Ave I ever told you how reassuring it is to 'ave you around, Keith?" Swill snapped. "You know you should look into some kinda career in counselling, mate,"

"Don't fucking start with me, son," the older man snarled. "I am not in the fucking mood to deal with your bollocks today,"

"Oh really, 'cos the rest of us feeling living 'aving a proper fucking party," Swill laughed. "Y'know what better reason to whip out the ol' party 'ats that seeing one of your oldest mates getting thrown into the nick for GBH?"

"Right," Keith hissed, shoving himself away from the desk he was leaning against and starting towards him.

"Enough," Pete stood up and shoved him backwards as hard as he could without falling off balance. "No one wants to 'ear you two avin' some petty little bitch fight right now, so how's about you sit down and shut up otherwise you can fuck off," he looked at Swill. "And I mean both of ya,"

Knowing better than to mess with the Major even if he was injured, both men backed off, throwing each other what Pete assumed was meant to be an apologetic glance.

"Lads," he shook his head. "Come off it, yeah? We've got enough on our plates without 'aving crack at each other at every chance,"

Nodding, Keith leant back against the large oak desk in the centre of the room as Swill settled back against the door.

"What'd they say to you?" Dave cast a glance at Matt. "Did they give you any idea of what they're doing?"

"Nope," Matt shrugged and shook his head. "Every time I tried to ask about Bovver they just shot me down,"

"Allie said it was the same with her," Pete sighed. "Fuckin' pigs will do anything to keep us sweatin',"

His phone suddenly began to ring and rolling his eyes, he pulled it out of his pocket, frowning at the unknown number.

"'Ello?" he mumbled.

"Ah, hi there," an unfamiliar female voice drifted shrilly down the line. "Am I speaking to Peter Dunham?"

"Pete," he answered. "But yeah, who's this?"

"My name is Philippa Hill, I'm Stuart's landlady, he has you down as his first reference,"

Pete winced realising that the old bill had more than likely got onto her and told her what was happening; Pete didn't pretend to understand the housing market but he had to guess that having a supposed attempted murderer living in your building could be good for business.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Uh, what can I do for you?"

"Well I was just wondering if there was any way you could pick up the rest of Stuart's belongings today?" she paused. "It's just I'll want to show people around as quickly as possible and-.."

"'Old on," Pete snapped. "You're kicking 'im outta his flat when he's not even there?"

"I'm sorry?" the woman asked.

"Look, I know this ain't exactly an ideal situation but what's he supposed to do when he gets out and-…"

"Mr. Dunham, I have no idea what you're on about," the woman told him curtly. "Stuart was here about an hour ago, he packed up most of his stuff and then left. As his referee I thought you wouldn't mind coming by and collecting what he has obviously chosen to leave as a parting gift,"

Pete's heart starting thumping in his chest; this bird sounded old, but not old enough to imagine one of her tenants moving out and signing off their contract.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked her urgently. "He was there this afternoon?"

"An hour, maybe an hour and a half ago, yes," she seemed confused. "Why?"

"I'll be right there." He told her hanging up the phone and looking at the boys.

"You alright, Pete?" Ike asked.

"Mate, something very fucking weird is goin' on," he shook his head. "That was Bov's landlady saying that Bov moved out this afternoon and would I mind going by and picking up the rest of 'is shit,"

"There's no way," Matt shook his head. "We've only been back for what…2 hours, maybe three?"

"How the fuck would she have seen Bov?" Swill laughed. "He's still in the nick for Gods sake!"

"Unless…" Dave trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Unless what?" Pete snapped.

"They might 'ave released him," he shrugged. "If they didn't press charges then they would 'ave let him go straight away,"

"Right," Pete shoved himself up right and pointed at Swill, Dave, Ned, Ike and Keith. "You lot stay 'ere and look after Allie for me, if she wakes up when I'm gone, you do not even fucking think of telling 'er where I am, 'cos she'll 'ave a fucking fit," they nodded and he turned to Matt. "You," he tossed him his car keys. "Are driving me,"

"To Bovver's place?" Matt frowned. "I don't know how to get there,"

"We're not going to Bov's place, he's not there." Pete shook his head as he limped out into the hallway. "I've gotta make a stop at Steve's first so you can drop me there,"

"So how do you know where Bovver is?" the Yank frowned.

"He's my best mate, Matt," Pete shook his head. "I can read the bastard like the back of my hand. And I know where he is,"

Steve Dunham woke up with a start, his eyes adjusting to the lightness of his bedroom. What time was it? Picking up his watch which lay on the nightstand, he groaned seeing that it was 4pm.

4 in the bloody afternoon and he was still in bed. Throwing the watch back down, he turned and smiled at the blonde laying next to him as she slept. It had been strange at first, having another woman in his bed; this was the house that he and Shannon had bought not long after they'd gotten married, the house that Ben had taken his first steps in, the same house that he had thrown Pete out of more times than he could count for being too loud.

The amount of times Shannon would insist that Pete had to leave and Steve would always been trying his best to hide his grin as he dragged his younger brother to the door, shoving him out of it and then laughing as he continued to stare through the glass with that same cocky grin on his face.

This was his family home and now…now it meant nothing because all of that had gone. But that wasn't to say he wasn't happy. Reaching out, he gently ran his hand down Gemma's back and winced guiltily when she yawned and turned to face him.

"I'm awake," she grinned, her hair falling into her eyes.

"Yeah, I noticed that," Steve laughed, pulling her closer and kissing her hair. "How's the head?"

"Ugh," she moaned. "Last time I drank red wine I was about 16 and I vowed never again…"

"Well, I can be persuasive," Steve grinned, pushing her onto her back.

"Apparently so," she smiled.

"So maybe I could persuade you to let me tell my brother that…"

"That what?" Gemma finished. "You're shagging his physiotherapist."

"That's not what this is," Steve told her, shaking his head. "And you're not his Physio anymore,"

"God, we are such an appalling cliché," she giggled. "The Physio who dates her patient's brother," she wrinkled her nose. "I will never live this down,"

"D'you want me to make you feel better?" Steve offered.

"And just how would you do that?" Gemma raised an eyebrow.

"I'll think of something," he replied, silencing her laugh with a long kiss. Rolling on top of her, he pushed the blankets to the floor and leant his head down to kiss her again, stopping only when the doorbell rang.

"You're joking," he shook his head as it rang again and again. Pete, it had to be, no one else was that annoying. "I think that's Pete,"

"Ah," Gemma ran a hand through her hair and laughed. "You better get it then," she reached up and kissed him quickly. "Don't worry I'll still be here,"

Grinning down at her, Steve jumped out of bed, quickly pulling on his sweats and a t-shirt before jogging downstairs, making a note to bring some food up with him when he went back. Gemma liked good old scrambled eggs as opposed to Shannon who had lived religiously off some cereal shit which looked more like goat food than it did anything else. Scrambled eggs, toast and coffee…then back to bed with Gemma. Steve grinned to himself, now that he could do.

The doorbell sounded again and he rolled his eyes.

"Pete, hold on a bloody minute, will you?" he shouted, making his way down the hallway and pulling open the door.

He froze immediately, his body suddenly doubling in weight, anchoring him to the spot as he glanced back and forth between the two sets of eyes he had dreamed off every night for the past month. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't, his brain was unable to function right now.

"Hi," Shannon asked, her blue eyes meeting his nervously as she held onto Ben's hand. "Can I come in?"

Ding Dong, the witch isn't quite dead! The next part of this chapter won't be up till thursday night but I hope you like this one...was that a hint to review, I hear you ask. The answer is yes. Yes it was.