AN: I'm really hoping the writers go with some version of this in the show…

Casey was trying to answer the door but Heath refused to let him. They'd been cooking breakfast when they were interrupted, something they didn't get a chance to do together too often with the early and varying shifts they worked. Heath had him in a firm hold, perfectly at ease with letting whoever was knocking wait forever. Casey wasn't opposed to the idea, happy to enjoy any alone time he and Heath got, but he struggled to free himself anyway, more set on winning this battle now for victory's sake as much as anything. They fought against each other, their strength close to an equal match. Somehow he managed to free an arm from Heath's strong embrace, and seize a weapon in the process.

"No, don't you dare..." Heath laughed, it made Casey try harder. He succeeded in evading Heath's grip and swiped a cream laden fingertip across Heath's nose. He used Heath's moment of outrage to escape. Making it to the door Casey pulled it open, a happy smile still on his face until he saw who it was that stood there.

"Linda?" London and Linda felt like a lifetime ago. A lifetime in which he was a different person.

"Not quite the reaction I was looking for." Casey didn't know what to say. Heath was in the other room, she couldn't have what he suspected she'd come here for. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah sure," he nodded, stepping aside and letting her in. What other option did he have? As she walked past him her loose fitting top and the way she rested her hand on her tummy gave Casey a decidedly sinking feeling.

He followed her in, not sure what to tell her, or Heath, these were two worlds he'd never thought would collide. He decided there was no point in pretending, Linda didn't know Heath, he'd never even told her his brother's names.

"Linda this is my... this is Heath." Casey still wasn't exactly sure what to call him, no word seemed enough. "Heath, Linda. I met her in London a few months ago." Casey hoped Heath would pick up on all that that implied by his tone.

"Linda, good to meet ya." He stuck out his hand to shake hers. She took the offered hand and grinned at him.

"This looks like fun." Heath still had cream on his nose, obviously she'd noticed. Casey covertly pointed to his own nose, hoping Heath would get the hint.

"Umm, yeah," Heath said, taking a swipe at the stray cream, before turning back to the frypan where the pancakes were cooking, "want some?"

"That would be lovely, thank-you."

"Take a seat," Casey offered, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table for her. She sat down, seemingly taking all this in her stride. He'd figured she'd be a little more upset about rocking up here in her condition to discover he was living with a dude. She was a good chick though, he knew she hadn't come here to make life difficult for him.

Heath had moved onto dishing up the pancakes.

"Strawberries? Cream?"

"Both please," Linda accepted and Casey had to admire that she was doing her best to make the situation comfortable for them all. It was at that moment that Harley started to cry.

"Can you check him please?" Heath asked, his hands already full. Casey barely had time to register the surprise on Linda's face before he left to check the baby.

As was often the case with babies, Harley needed to be changed. Casey had the wet nappy off and Harley cleaned up before he realised the fresh liners were out of reach, but hearing Heath approach he asked for help.

"Can you pass me a new packet of liners?"

"Where are they?" That accent definitely didn't belong to Heath.

"Linda, I thought you were Heath."

"It's alright, I can get them for you."

"Thanks, they're in that second drawer." She retrieved them and gave them to him, waiting close by till he was done.

"There you go little man, nice and dry," Casey told Harley as he lifted him from the change table. Linda was watching him wonderingly when he finally looked up at her face. "Not quite what you expected when you tracked me down huh?"

"No, not quite. Is he yours?"

"Not in the way that you mean, but yes, he's mine." Casey looked back down at Harley's chubby face. There was no doubt he belonged to Casey too, there was nothing he wouldn't do for this kid.

"Do you think you'd have room for another?" Linda's hand was back resting on her belly.

"I..." he wasn't sure what to say. Of course he would love his child, but he didn't want to say anything until he knew what she wanted. Leaving Heath and Harley wasn't an option.

"I was hoping for a little more than that..."

"Sorry." He held Harley closer. "I'm just not sure what you expect from me."

"To know if this baby being part of your life was possible, and I can see that it is." She gave him a smile, a genuine one, and one that held no resentment.

"Pancakes are getting cold!" Heath called from the kitchen.

"It's alright," Linda assured, "we can discuss the details later. Let's have breakfast first." He agreed, because from the moment he'd met her Linda had only ever been interested in what was best for him. And for now all he could do was trust that that was still her intention.