Right, so this chapter set FOUR YEARS LATER, taking place at the same time as the last chapter of WCHB. Ready to say hello to another Dunham? ….

"You stupid little Hammer bastard!"

Tommy Hatcher's voice echoed through Pete's head as he watched helpless as the older man raised his fist, bringing it back down again hard against his jaw. Although he felt no pain, he felt the warm unpleasant oozing sensation of blood pouring from his mouth and coughed, sucking more of the coppery liquid down into his lungs.

His foot came down next, slamming against Pete's chest and knocking the air out of him. He gurgled and spluttered as yet more blood ran down his throat and into his lungs, his eyes widening in terror as he watched Tommy reach for the brick next to them.

Pete knew what came next.

His eyes stayed on the crumbling stone as Tommy raised it above his head, a sick smile on his face as he brought it back down as hard as he could…

"Pete!"

At the sound of someone calling his name, Pete snapped his eyes open, breathing hard as he stared up at the trees.

Wait a minute…trees? Where the fuck was he?

"Uncle Pete!" Ben Dunham smacked the older man on the chest, shaking the sun lounge he was lying on and smirking. "Get up lazy bones, me and Dad need someone else on our team."

"Shit," he whispered, reaching up and feeling sweat on his forehead.

It was all a dream, though not an unfamiliar one. The memory of Tommy's attack that day at Trinity wharf had never left him and he knew that they never would. He would carry the mental scars just like he carried the physical ones.

"You swore," Ben grinned, revealing a row of brand new teeth having just lost the last of his baby ones to the tooth fairy, who as Pete had noted, paid out a lot more than she did back in his day.

Blinking a few times, Pete squinted at the seven year old standing over him, his dirty blonde hair falling into his icy coloured eyes which he had inherited from his mother as he stared down at Pete expectantly before giving the chair another shake just for good measure.

"Uncle Pete!" he whined.

"Alright," Pete laughed. "I'm up, you little bugger,"

He smirked, pulling Ben under his arm and playfully ruffling his hair, pretending not to hear when the youngster complained and tried hopelessly to escape.

Shoving him forward, Pete stretched his arms about his head and looked out over the garden trying to figure out how long he'd been asleep. The sun wasn't nearly as high in the sky or indeed as warm as it had been when he was last awake and the swimming pool was now devoid of activity unlike a few hours ago when Allie had been in there with Poppy, holding the tiny blonde as she paddled and kicked her way furiously from side to side, determined to lose the armbands just as she was every time she went in there.

"Oh, Petey-Pie," Benjamin called in a sing song voice as he tossed the football back and forth between his hands. "Its all well and good you enjoying the scenery but how about you put that embroidery set you're saving up for to the back of your pretty little head and come get some?"

Pete burst out laughing, shaking his head in mild disgust at the Scotsman who was now spinning the ball on his finger.

"Cut it out, you tart," Bovver muttered, grabbing the ball off of him and pointing down the end of the patio section of the colossal garden.

"You girls," he gestured to Steve, Pete, Ben and Swill. "Are shooting that way,"

"We," he gestured to himself, Matt, Dave and Benjamin. "Will be kicking your arses in this general direction,"

"Shut up," Ben grinned, squaring up to the man who had a good two foot of height on him. "Can we just get this over with so Team Dunham can win?"

"Oi, oi," Pete smirked. "See that Bov? You should know better than to mess with a Dunham,"

"I'm a Wilkins," Swill raised his hand.

"No one cares," Steve laughed, shoving the younger man forward and whistling. "Come on then!"

Ben kicked the ball towards Pete who caught it skilfully, dodging Benjamin who yelled something along the lines of 'you filthy whore' after him as he ran down and tapped it down into the goal.

"Howzat?" Pete shouted, raising his arms in the air and high fiving Ben who ran up to him with his shirt pulled half way over his head. "Where were you girls?" he pointed to his brother and Swill. "Are we running this team by ourselves or what?"

Before Steve could snap something back at him, a loud crash sounded from the house as the familiar blur of blonde rushed out into the garden, still wrapped in her towel from swimming, an ice lolly glued to her hand.

"Daddy!"

Poppy ran full pelt at him just as Swill kicked the football hard and it flew over her head so low that it grazed the top of her hair.

"Swill!" Pete snapped, glaring at his mate dangerously.

"Sorry, mate!" he called back, giggling as Bovver slapped him round the head.

"Daddy!" Poppy shouted again, grinning semi-toothlessly as Pete bent down and caught her, scooping her up in his arms with a growl.

"Alright, monster?" he winked at her, holding her up and brushing some still wet hair behind her ear. She smelt of baby shampoo and strawberries, the faint scent of chlorine still lingering on her skin as she beamed down at him.

"Guess what?" she asked, her blue eyes wide.

"What?" Pete shook his head.

"I went…" she got too excited and dropped some of her lolly onto the grass, watching it fall and muttering something under her breath. "I went swimming with mummy and I took off my armbands and went in the deep end,"

Ben stopped playing and squinted at her. "You're lying,"

"I am not!" she shot back, her eyes flaring and making her look strikingly like her mother. "I swimmed around the shallow end…" she stared counting nonsense numbers under her breath and Pete fought the urge to laugh. Sometimes the kid was too cute for her own good.

"Seven times," she told him finally with a proud grin.

"Seven?" Pete raised his eyebrows. "Wow, we might 'ave to put you in the Olympics,"

"Do you want some ice lolly?" she held the half melted lolly out to him and he bent down, taking a huge bite and wincing as it stung his teeth.

"You're silly," Poppy giggled, shoving the rest of it into her own mouth and then grasping her jaw with her hands. "Ouch!"

"See," Pete laughed. "I told ya,"

Instantly, the pain disappeared from her face and she smiled at him again, her hair which had begun to curl as it dried falling into her ocean coloured eyes as she looked up at him.

It was hard to believe that five years ago she'd just been a little pink bundle that did nothing except gurgle, eat and crap in that order. Pete had loved watching her grow up, from the moment when he and Allie had almost had a heart attack when she's said 'mummy' for the first time to the incident in which Pete had damn near killed himself falling down the stairs whilst rushing to get the camera to film her first steps.

"I'm helping mummy make dinner," she told him, tapping his nose with the lolly stick. "Are you…are you going to help?"

"Uh…" Pete laughed. "I'll be in soon, alright gorgeous?"

"Promise?" she squinted at him.

"Promise," he told her, lightly kissing her nose as he dropped her back down to the floor and pulled the towel tighter around her shoulders.

She looked up at the rest of the men playing football and cocked her head thoughtfully.

"Can I play with you?" Poppy asked him, rocking on the balls of her feet.

"Football?" Pete laughed.

His and Poppy's track record with the sport wasn't exactly outstanding. In fact last time they'd played, they'd broken one of the vases in the hallway.

"Please?" she begged, jumping up and down. "You let Ben play,"

"I'm a boy," Ben shouted back.

"So?" Poppy pouted, frowning when he stuck his tongue out at her.

"Tell you what?" Pete raised an eyebrow. "How about we go get you some proper clothes to wear and then you can be on…"

"Benjamin's team!" Poppy shouted, grinning when the Scotsman winked at her. "You're choosing 'im, over me?" Pete laughed.

"All the ladies do," Benjamin blew Poppy a kiss. "Come on, darlin'. Me and you, we'll tag team the lot of 'em and walk away with the cup!"

Poppy grinned and nodded before turning back to her father and kissing his cheek quickly.

"Love you, daddy," she shouted before running back towards the house.

"Yeah, not enough though, apparently," he flipped Benjamin the finger.

"Ooooh, I bet it hurts, doesn't it, Dunham?" he slung his arm around his friends shoulders. "Speaking of pain," he pursed his lips. "I hear you're heading down to Upton Park this weekend," Benjamin smirked. "Anything interesting happening that I should know about?"

"Piss off," Pete laughed.

This weekend was Chelsea Vs West Ham and being fans of the respective teams, Pete and Benjamin had been ripping the hell out of each other about it all week.

"Now, now Petey," he shook his head. "Don't get upset just because you know that you're going to get your arse handed to you on a plate."

"You what?" he laughed. "Ellis, 'ave you actually seen the squad we've got?"

"Yeah and it's not bad," Benjamin nodded. "But I've got two words for you: Claude Makelele,"

"He's a fuckin' filthy player," Pete shot back. "I watched the United game last week and he proper fucking went for Rooney in the second 'alf,"

"Bollocks," Benjamin frowned. "The fat little git wouldn't move out the way, what other choice did he have?"

"He 'ad fuckin' plenty of room to go around 'im, he didn't 'ave to slip his leg under and knock the poor twat to the ground!" Pete shook his head.

"They got a penalty out of it, what more did they want?" he scoffed.

"Chelsea are dirty," Pete smirked. "I blame it on the Russian,"

"At least he's bigger than 3ft," Benjamin laughed. "You've got Curbishley running your team and the man looks like he should be handing out fuckin' candy canes in the North Pole!"

"Don't be bad mouthing Curbishley," Swill warned. "At least he ain't no filthy cheating Russian,"

"Well, I'll be sure to congratulate him on being such a great manager next time I see him shopping for his clothes in Baby Gap," Benjamin shot, running forward and smacking the ball into the goal, shouting out in victory when Bovver half jumped on his back.

"And they didn't believe me about the swimming so you have to tell them especially Ben, I swam seven times, remember mummy?"

Poppy's voice travelled through the garden again and Pete turned, grinning when he saw that she was dragging Allie along behind her.

Fuck, she looked gorgeous. Her honey coloured hair was pulled into a loose pony tail, the jean shorts and flowing white top she was wearing revealing only the tiniest hint of a bump on her otherwise slim frame.

"Seven?" she frowned. "I thought it was more like ten,"

Poppy's eyes lit up and she hugged her mother's side.

"Ten?" she gasped.

"Yeah," Allie laughed. "You were like a mermaid in there,"

"Daddy! Did you hear that, mummy said I swam ten times!" Poppy tugged on the hem of his t-shirt.

"Told you we'd have to think about entering you in the Olympics," Pete looked at her with a smirk.

Poppy wrinkled her nose but nodded anyway before charging at Benjamin who picked her up and pulled her into the piggyback position.

"Hey sleeping beauty," Allie grinned at Pete. "Welcome back to the world of the living,"

She handed him a glass of orange juice and he more or less downed it in one, the memory of the dream still haunting him and making him sweat.

"Oi!" Benjamin called. "Where's our drinks, woman?"

Allie sent him a smile that he knew meant had it not been for Ben and Poppy being there, he'd probably be eating his meal through a straw tonight.

"Don't you know?" Bovver smirked. "You 'ave to knock 'er up before you get that kind of treatment,"

"I know," Benjamin smirked. "So once again, where's my drink?"

The lads laughed whilst Poppy and Ben looked on clueless, focused more on how to get their game back on track that anything else.

"How're you feeling?" Allie asked, rubbing Pete's back.

"Me?" he snorted. "Fine and dandy as usual," he lied. "What about you?"

He looked down at the small bump and smiled; they had a scan tomorrow to double check that everything was ok. Pete had to admit it had been a shock when they'd discovered that she was pregnant again. Remebering the day they'd spent in the bathroom, staring down at pregnancy test after pregnancy test not quite convinced that she could be. With Poppy about to start school things were just starting to settle down but after screaming at each other for about five solid minutes, they'd both started laughing, realising that this wasn't something to argue about. They were having another baby. And they were just as excited as they'd been with Poppy.

Maybe even more excited because this time Pete wasn't in a leg cast or in constant agony, having to lie in bed listening to Allie hurling her guts up every morning.

"You're crap at lying," she smirked. "But I'm fine," she patted her belly and then glanced warily behind her. "Although seeing Shannon, I'm starting to rethink the whole 'sex policy' that I let slip after Poppy," she glared at him. "I knew that first bloody night I met you that you were going to be trouble."

"Bollocks," Pete grinned at her cheekily. "I'm a nice boy,"

"Oh yeah," Allie raised an eyebrow. "I think that might be our problem," she giggled. "Last time you were nice to me, this happened," she pointed to her stomach and he laughed, pulling her to him and kissing the top of her head.

"Shannon ain't scaring you, is she?" he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her from behind as they watched Poppy running around like a lunatic after the rest of the lads, screeching loudly when Matt picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"After everything I just heard, I'm starting to wonder how the hell I did it with Poppy," she shook her head.

At the end of last month, Shannon and Steve had welcomed the newest member of their family, Oliver Dunham. Pete had been happy for them, after all it had taken them almost two years to sort themselves out again after the whole Gemma fiasco. For a while they'd fallen back into the routine of just casual sex but Pete along with the rest of the world had simply been waiting for them to get things back on track.

Which they had…just much slower than anyone else would have guessed, but then last year when Shannon had found out she was pregnant again, everything had changed.

As though on queue, Pete winced as he listened to his new nephew testing out his lung capacity, his shrill scream echoing through the garden.

"Ours won't be that loud," Pete shook his head. "Poppy wasn't,"

"Yeah but even the doctors told us that she was some kind of miracle baby," Allie snorted. "I used to actually have to wake her up at night to feed her,"

"Yeah, well you know what they say about crap like that running in the family," Pete shrugged.

"That doesn't make sense either though because your mum told me that you were a right little shit," she laughed.

"My mum said that?" Pete raised his eyebrows.

"That's a direct quote right there," Allie told him with a smirk.

"Guess I made up for it with my good looks and charm, eh?" he nudged her, brushing some hair aside and kissing her neck.

"The same good looks and charm you'll be planning on using to explain to me why I had to sign for the special delivery of seven West Ham tickets that arrived this morning?" Allie felt him tense behind her and laughed.

"I was gonna tell you…" he began.

"Oh shut up, you prat," she laughed. "I was kidding…go have fun. Besides, I'm helping Lara pack up all her stuff that night, remember?"

Pete nodded and tried not to pick up on the sadness in Allie's eyes. After almost ten years of living together, Lara and Allie were finally parting ways. As of last month when Harry had finally pulled his finger out of his arse and asked Lara to move into a house of their own, Lara had spent every second she had trying to cram ten years worth of junk into boxes. And was failing miserably at it.

"Do you think this means we're actually growing up?" Allie whispered into his chest.

"What?" Pete smirked down at her.

"We're married and on baby number two," she told him, her eyes wide as though saying the words out loud was shocking her. "Harry and Lara are moving in together, Dave's moving in with his girlfriend," she wrinkled her nose. "We're getting old, aren't we?"

"Fuck off," Pete laughed. "29 ain't old. It's not like we're Steve and Shannon…now they're fuckin' old,"

Allie laughed against his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist as he pulled her over to a shaded area under the tree and lay down with her, resting his hand on her tiny bump. According to the GP, she was three months gone which meant they were looking at a winter baby; which suited Allie just fine as dragging her colossal arse around during the summer she had been pregnant with Poppy had been far from fun.

Turning on her side to face him, Allie reached up and rubbed some sweat off of his forehead, grimacing a little.

"You had the dream again, didn't you?" she asked quietly. She knew because she had the same thing sometimes. Nights when she would wake up panting, her heart thumping its way through her rib cage as she stared down at her hands which she seriously expected to be stained with Pete's blood, her eyes darting over to watch the rise and fall of his chest.

"Its stupid," Pete snorted. "Five fuckin' years ago, you think it would ave gone by now,"

"I still dream about the time when Lara pushed me into the garden pond when it was iced over," Allie told him. "And I was six when that happened, so trust me, you're allowed to remember this,"

Pete laughed at her.

"Lara shoved you into a pond?" he smirked.

"In the middle of bloody December as well," she nodded. "Bitch almost killed me,"

Pete laughed harder, resting his head against hers as they watched Poppy running around the garden with the lads all of whom would fall back whenever she had the ball and then pretend to be devastated when she kicked it into the goal.

"It'll go soon though," Pete hugged her tighter, knowing it was bullshit but needing her to lie to him, to make him feel better. "The dream, I mean, it won't always be there, will it?"

"No," Allie swallowed hard. "No, of course it won't,"

The Giles clinic in Belgravia was possibly the ponciest place Pete Dunham could ever remember being. Even the fucking kids here were staring at him in mild disgust.

Frowning at a freakishly well spoken toddler who was sat by his feet playing with some Lego blocks, he held onto Allie's hand tighter, flinching when a baby started crying next to them.

"Fuck, this place is enough to do my 'ead in," he whispered in her ear.

Allie nodded in agreement, staring at the kids and wondering how the hell they would react if Poppy was here, running around like a lunatic ploughing through everything and asking people she didn't know to play with her.

That's what kids were supposed to be like, she thought, not like these zombified freaks.

Pete glanced about, feeling himself start to sweat. He wasn't good with kids. Not kids this young anyway, the boys at school were different, they weren't his for one. He just got to have a laugh with them on a daily basis, and as for Poppy…she was his little girl. The only other person in the universe aside from Allie who had the ability to make him walk through traffic on command. Plus, she was cool, she liked football, she knew all the words to the Bert and Ernie song. He could deal with that.

But sitting amongst these screeching babies and dribbling toddlers, Pete Dunham knew his patience was on a very thin thread.

"Mr and Mrs Dunham?" a nurse called.

"Oh thank fuck," Pete breathed a little too loudly, earning himself some withering looks from the people around them.

Ignoring them, he grabbed Allie's hand and tugged her up, walking over to the nurse.

"Cheers for calling us," he smirked at her. "Any longer and my brain would 'ave caved in on itself with all those little buggers running around,"

The nurse stared at him in horror and he realised a little too late that perhaps she didn't share that same sense of humour.

"I'm only 'aving a bubble," Pete grinned nervously. "I love kids," he lied. "I wouldn't be 'ere if I didn't." he smirked at Allie. "Actually, that's a lie, the main reason we're ere is because she's got a mouth on 'er that could-…"

"Pete!" Allie hit him hard enough to shock him. "Jesus!"

"Uh," he looked at the nurse and turned quickly on his heel, almost running into the room and slamming the door behind Allie.

"Have you lost your mind?" she laughed.

"What?" he collapsed down on a chair. "No, I just…" he rubbed the back of his head. "You were out there; it was like being on fuckin' acid. All those midgets walking around,"

"You mean the kids?" she asked.

"They ain't kids," Pete scoffed. "And if Poppy or this one ever turns out like any of them, then you've got permission to shoot me in the bollocks so I we won't risk it 'appening again,"

"Even so," Allie snorted. "I can't believe what you said to that nurse,"

"Why?" he smirked at her arrogantly. "You should be flattered, I've never even heard of anyone being able to do that same tongue thing you can do…"

"Pete," she warned him.

"Especially when you start doing that thing with your hand at the same time," he winked at her and she blushed, muttering 'bastard' under her breath.

"Now what are you doing?" She asked as he walked over to a scary looking machine and peered into it.

"Seeing what this thing does," he shrugged. "I could fit my whole fuckin' head up here!"

"Pete, that's a pelvic examination machine," she laughed as he swore and pulled his head out, a look of complete disgust on his face.

"Fuck," he pointed at it and then looked at her. "And where exactly does this thing go?"

He picked up the long instrument on the end but quickly dropped it when the door opened and a young man, no older than 35 walked in.

"Hi there," he greeted them warmly.

"Hi," Allie smiled back.

"You're a bloke," Pete stated, staring at the man warily.

"Well, that's not the usual greeting I get when I walk into a room but I suppose its always nice to get gender confirmation," he smirked. "Is this a problem,"

"No," Allie answered at the exact moment Pete folded his arms and snorted out a 'yes'.

The doctor looked at Allie knowingly and she winced at Pete's overly defensive body language.

"Dr Kane is running late," he told them. "She actually had a delivery to do this morning,"

"A delivery of what?" Pete frowned.

"A baby," the doctor spoke slowly, frowning slightly at the taller man.

"Oh," Pete blinked.

"So I'm her attending. My name is Dr Lawrence but feel free to call me Tom," he smiled. "And I'm just here to do the external scan," he looked at Pete as he spoke. "Dr Kane will be conducting the internal examination when she arrives,"

"So you won't be…" he gestured to Allie, waving his hand in the general direction of her hips and making her roll her eyes.

"No," Dr Lawrence laughed. "You're safe…I think the question is: am I?"

Allie giggled and shook her head, walking over to Pete and rubbing his arm.

"Its fine," she smiled. "Right, Pete?"

He looked down at her and nodded.

"Uh, yeah, sure…"

"Right then," Dr Lawrence reached into the drawer and pulled out a light blue gown. "I just need you to slip this on and we can get started," he smiled at Allie. "As this is baby number two I'm guessing you know the drill,"

"It's hard to forget," she laughed, nodding her thanks as he left the room.

"I can't believe they let blokes do this shit," Pete muttered as Allie kicked off her trainers and wiggled out of her jeans.

"What?" she frowned at him.

"I don't want some bloke poking around my wife's…"

"External exam, Pete," Allie laughed, reaching up and yanking her tank top over her head. "The most he'll see is my stomach,"

Pete focused his eyes on the slight swell of her stomach and felt at ease. It felt strange to say but being pregnant suited her; her slim frame adapting to the new swell of her hips, her skin glowing.

"Turn around," she told him.

"What?" Pete laughed.

"I have to take my pants off," she looked down, wiggling the elastic of the light green french knickers at him.

"You reckon I 'aven't seen that before?" he smirked.

"Piss off," Allie laughed, slapping his hand away when he reached for her. "I mean it, its embarrassing like this…"

"Allie, I've seen you naked a fucking million and one times," he shook his head and smirked. "I've eaten whip cream of you naked and you're telling me that after all that, I'm not allowed to-…"

"Look, we're in a medical room, the lighting is horrendous, there's no whip cream anywhere and I'm blushing like a bloody teenager, so just turn around," she demanded.

"Fine," he sighed, lifting his hands in defeat and turning to face the wall. Probably a good thing, he figured, the last thing they needed was to get kicked out of the OB/GYN office for indecent conduct. "Drama queen,"

"I heard that," she called.

He turned around and saw her straightening the gown.

"Just for that, you're not allowed to see me naked tonight," he told her, smirking when she laughed. "Nah, I mean it," he licked his lips. "You're days of getting free tickets to the show are over,"

"You're such a git," she giggled, poking his chest and gasping when he caught her hand and pulled her against him, lowering his head down to hers.

"A git you'll never again get to see naked," he whispered, brushing his lips over hers.

"Fine," she whispered back. "I'll just cop a feel when you're asleep,"

He laughed against her mouth and shook his head.

"There's my girl," he mumbled, kissing her a little harder and then growling with frustration when there was a knock at the door.

"Mrs Dunham?" Dr Lawrence called. "Are you ready?"

"Sure," Allie called, kissing Pete one last time and rubbing his hand gently before quickly climbing under the covers and hiking her hospital gown up and baring her tummy.

"Hi," Dr Lawrence smiled, walking into the room and placing a file down next to the bed. "So this is your first scan, right?"

"Yeah," she nodded, taking Pete's hand as he came to sit next to her.

"Right then," he started the machine up and poured some gel onto Allie's stomach making her hiss at the cold. "Sorry," he laughed.

"No worries," she told him, easing her fingers out of Pete's grasp which had tightened considerably when she had hissed.

"Ok," Dr Lawrence pressed the ultra sound stick against her belly and moved it around. "Whoa, hey there," he laughed, turning to face Allie and Pete. "You see it?"

He pointed to the weird looking blob which at first appeared to take on the shape of a kidney bean before he started pointing out parts.

"There's the head," he stated. "That right there is an arm…looks like someone's a little annoyed at being disturbed," he smiled at Allie.

"Wow," she whispered. "Pete, look,"

He didn't answer her and she glanced at him, her heart skipping when she saw that he was grinning like an idiot, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Your measuring at just under 11cm, that's a little small," he told them.

"What does that mean?" Pete frowned, his voice slightly panicked. "Is the baby ok?"

"Oh no, don't worry," Dr Lawrence looked at him with comforting smile. "Some babies aren't always dead on the weight expectation. 11.2cm is perfectly fine for 3 months along," he patted Allie's hand and looked back at the screen. "I mean, from what I can see here, you have a very healthy little boy on your hands,"

Both Allie and Pete froze, for a second unsure if they had heard him right.

"Did you just…" Allie stuttered. "It's a boy?"

Instantly, Dr Lawrence's face fell and he swallowed hard.

"Oh God," he whispered. "You didn't want to know the sex,"

"But it's a boy?" Pete pressed.

"Mr and Mrs Dunham, I'm so, so sorry," he shook his head.

"Doc, is there a wang on the screen or not?" Pete burst out, his hands tightening on Allie's as the doctor laughed and rubbed his head.

"You're having a boy," he confirmed.

Pete promptly burst out laughing and bent forward, pressing his lips gently against the bump.

"Come on!" he looked up at Allie with a grin on his face so wide she worried his skin might tear. "Did you 'ear that? We're 'aving a boy!"

"You're not going to sue me, are you?" Dr Lawrence only half joked.

"Only if he has a heart attack," Allie laughed, looking up at where Pete was now standing, his hands grasping his head as he stared in wonder at the screen.

"Are you sure?" he pointed at Dr Lawrence who nodded his head.

"Positive," he nodded. "The penis is a dead give away,"

Pete grinned again and looked down at Allie who was still staring at the screen.

"Everything else is fine," Dr Lawrence assure them. "I'll schedule you in for an appointment next week to see how things are progressing," he stood up and held out his hand to Pete. "Congratulations,"

Unable to stop himself, Pete ran around the side of the bed and hugged the older man tightly, clapping him on the back and yelling 'you beauty' as he laughed.

"I'll leave you two to get sorted," he told them, shaking his head and laughing to himself as he strolled out through the door.

"We're 'aving a boy," Pete rubbed his face with his hands and flopping down on the bed next to Allie.

"Are you alright?" she asked him, the humour evident in her voice as she reached up to brush his cheek.

"I have a son," Pete whispered, looking at her.

"I know, baby," she told him with a laugh.

"Fuck," he shook his head. "I have a son…"

Sitting up, Allie pulled the over starched gown down to cover her lower body and climbed into Pete's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling at him.

"We have a son," she beamed, pressing a light kiss against his nose.

He shook his head again and leant in, pressing his forehead against her shoulder and holding her tighter.

"This is fuckin' crazy," his voice came out muffled.

"I know," she laughed. She had a son…a miniature Pete who would run around the garden covered in mud, who would beg to be taken to football games and watch Poppy like a hawk despite the fact she was five years older than him. Holy crap, this was going to be fun.

Pete pulled back from her, his hands holding her around the small of her back as she smiled at him.

"I love you, you know that don't you?" he smirked at her.

"I had my suspicions," Allie laughed, kissing him deeply. "I love you, too." She told him. "So much,"

"Enough to let me call the kid after a Hammer?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Ok, if you promise never to bring that up again, I'll let you see me naked any time you want," she nodded. "On demand…even in public,"

"Nice," Pete laughed. "Alright, it's a deal,"

"Shit," she hissed. "I thought I might be able to bargain with you more."

"Not with me you don't," he smirked. "Now how about you put some clothes back on and get me out of this posh shit hole so we can get back to the house and make good on that deal of yours?"

She kissed him one last time and hopped off of his lap, pulling the gown up over her head and laughing when he wolf whistled and leant back on the bed, happily admiring the view.

"So we get to fight over boys names now," Allie grinned, pulling on her underwear. "How about Georgio?" she pursed her lips. "Y'know…like Armani?"

"Georgio Dunham?" Pete looked at her in mild disgust. "Do you fuckin' want this kid to live past the age of 12 or what?"

"Freddie?" Pete narrowed his eyes.

"As in Ljungberg?" Allie scoffed, pulling her jeans on. "Sod off,"

"Oi, oi," Pete playfully slapped her arse. "I'm too impressed you knew who I was talking about to be pissed off,"

"Ethan?" she asked.

"Too poncy…" He shook his head. "Jack?"

"Too common…" Allie wrinkled her nose. "Ryan?"

"Ryan Air Dunham," Pete pretended to think it over. "In your dreams love,"

"Matthew?" he offered.

"Buckner?" she smirked and he frowned.

"Fuckin' yank 'ad to go and ruin that n' all," Pete sat up on the bed and helped her pull her tank top over her head, smoothing it over the bump where his son was sleeping.

His son. Oh yeah, Pete thought with a grin, he liked the sound of that.

They continued arguing as they walked out through to the reception where the same nurse from earlier avoided eye contact with them at all costs, not that either of them was bothered.

They had a son on the way, another little person coming into their family who if he was anything like his father, Allie knew would be more than a handful.

But she wouldn't miss a second of it for the world; Pete was happy, she was happy.

It was one of the few moments in her life other than the birth of her daughter and of course marrying Pete that she could ever remember being this happy.

Things were perfect now, that was all that mattered; she was Allie Dunham and at the age of 29, she had everything she had ever wanted. And nothing could take it away.

That last line was a bit ominous wasn't it? Hmmmm, I wonder why that could be? :D There was so much in there…how could you possibly refuse little old me one teeny tiny review?! Go on, all the cool kids are doing it!