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Something stirred against Miles chest as he began to awaken. Slowly opening his eye, a small child came into view as all of last night's event came crashing down on him.

Large dark eyes were starring intently up at him. Then she blinked and sneezed. It was the most adorable sight ever.

But it worried him.

Was she ill? He couldn't let her get ill or hurt in any way. Not the last thing he had of Nora so he jumped up and looked around something to wrap her up in. He quickly found Bass' coat and placed her gently within it.

He held her in such a way to hide her in the coat but not to harm.

As he drew back the door flap of tent, the bitterly cold wind hit him. Trudging a long the path the path to Charlie's tent. He pulled back the door and went in.

"Charlie?" He called out

"Hey Miles" replied a muffled voice from the bed

"Morning Charlie; where's Bass?"

"I'm here" Bass voice came from the inside of Charlie's wardrobe "can I come out?"

"Yes" Charlie told him "Where is the baby?" She asked. Miles removed the coat from the child as Bass came out.

"Did Nora name her?" She directed the question to Bass.

"Yeah, Mila" Bass said

"When did she give birth?"

"Just after we captured her. She had Mila and then we separated them and used Mila as a threat against Nora. We never actually hurt the young child through" he added quickly "we let Nora see Mila every so often until Nora told us where you were and when she was sneaked out Mila remained with the Miltia" Bass explained.

"Then what?" Miles gruff voice demanded

"What do you mean?"

"Then what would have happened to Mila? How did she come to be with you?"

"Well I suppose then she would have been trained to be a soldier but I managed to inflate the Miltia before Neville changed the guards"

Miles nodded silently not sure of what to say.

"So, what now?" Charlie asked

"What do you mean?" Miles replied

"Well, where is the kid going to go? You can't raise her here, it's a war zone and what are we going to do about him?" She pointed at Bass

"I don't know" Miles admitted. The thought actually terrified him. He couldn't be a father. He was a general. A fighter. How could he be a father? He was an uncle and Charlie did treat him like one. But he only had become costumed to that. Being uncle he could handle but father?

Mila started to whimper and sob. "What's wrong? Why is she crying?" He asked slightly panicky voice.

"She is probably just hungry, here" Bass told Miles as he passed him a canteen of milk.

"Thanks, how did you know?"

"I've traveled with her for a couple of months now I have come to understand what some of the cries mean"

When Mila saw and recognised the canteen sobs began to stop and Bass gently poured into the mouth of the small baby. Show how to Miles before handing the bottle to Miles so that he could. Miles first tried was reluctant in case over, under fed or choked her but Bass was relentless so Miles took it.

Mila gulped down the milk and to show she was finished, she shut mouth and turned her head so Miles put away the canteen.

"Can I hold her?" Charlie asked kind of timidly. Miles nodded as Charlie slowly picked up the child and held her up to her face. "Hello Mila, I'm your Auntie Charlie" she said softly to the babe.

"Actually you are her cousin" Bass stated and Charlie just stuck her tongue out at him.

Mila started to giggle as Charlie began to pull faces at her. "Who is a cutie? You are, yes you are" Miles smiled as he thought to himself, 'looks like Charlie isn't the only one who could charm and wrap every one Around her little finger as a child.'

The scene created feeling within Miles: hope. He may not be ready for this but he had the support of his niece and past best friend. Maybe, just maybe, he could do this.

A/N:Right first thing, I am very sorry if Miles coming off as less badassed than he normally is but don't worry badass Miles will return. Thank you for read for reading and please review