A/N This comes from another set of prompts on Tumblr, all about parenthood. Don't know if you're having fun with these, but I am.

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Who dresses the baby up in funny outfits?

"John, are you coming? We're going to be late if we don't leave right now!"

"Can I go play with the dogs, I'm bored?" Lily whined as she tugged on her mummy's hand.

"Not now honey. We're off to Auntie Mary and Uncle Evelyn's in a minute."

"But daddy isn't even downstairs with Robbie yet."

"Yes, honey, I know" she crouched to fix the ribbon in Lily's hair. "John!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming," her husband bounded down the stairs with their 18 month old son in his arms. "It took me a minute to get his shoes on."

"Are we going now Mummy? I want to see George and Chelsie."

"Yes, dear, we're going," Anna raised to her full height and finally had a chance to look at her husband and her son, who was dressed from head to toe in a very official looking Manchester United kit. Her head tilted to the side as she said, "John, no. Just, no."

"Why not?" John asked innocently, "Evelyn's not a Leeds fan. And you know the men will probably end up in the lounge watching the match. Robbie needs to get a good start in life if he wants to be a true 'Reds' fan."

"How do you even know he will be a Man U fan? Shouldn't he be allowed to choose his own team?"

John looked affronted, "Sometimes I think I don't even know you, Anna Bates."

"Da," Lily tugged on his trouser leg, "Can we go now?"

"Yes, Little Love," John pressed the key fob to unlock the car, "you go hop in and Mummy and Da will be there as soon as we get your brother is his jacket." John handed a Manchester United warm up to his wife.

"Where did he even get all this?" Anna asked with a laugh.

"I bought them," John answered sheepishly.

"When?"

"When we found out he was a boy. They just didn't fit until now."

"Oh my god, John," Anna huffed, but she was smiling.

John helped her tug their son's arm into his jacket and then kissed her neck mumbling, "It's only fitting. ManU attire is probably the first thing he ever wore."

"What are you talking about you daft beggar? They don't wrap the babies in red when they're born."

"Not when he was born," John smiled devilishly, "when he was conceived. You know the effect you have on me when you wear my jersey to bed" and with waggling eyebrows he ushered his wife out the door and locked it behind her.