DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

I am also now taking suggestions.

"Say Mommy!"

"Come on sweetie, say Mommy!"

"What about Daddy?"

"Samantha, say Daddy!"

Eames rolled his eyes to the heavens and groaned loudly. "Oh my bloody god, she's not going to speak!"

Arthur frowned at Eames. "Why are you here?"

"Because Cobb insisted that I came along. I had no idea that I would be spending the evening with you."

Arthur turned back to his daughter, who was playing with her food happily, taking no notice of the array of grown ups around her.

Ariadne sighed. "I really want to hear her first words!"

Arthur grabbed her hand. "Me too." He turned to the man next to him. "Cobb, when did your kids start speaking?"

"Not sure, I think it may have been around this age, but a little later for James." He patted Arthur on the shoulder. "Don't rush it. She'll talk at some point."

Eames stood up and approached the small child. "Look kid, I plan to go home eventually. And if you don't talk, that doesn't seem likely to happen."

Samantha opened her mouth and spoke a few random noises and sounds.

"You know, she's very enthusiastic," Eames grinned. "She might make a good forger."

"First of all, my child will have nothing to do with dream-sharking, and second, she will have nothing to do with forgers," Arthur snapped.

"Geez, just a suggestion."

"Samantha, please say something," Ariadne pleaded.

The small girl simply looked up at her mother and smiled.

Arthur grinned. "She's so beautiful." He reached forward and picked up Samantha, holding her on his chest. "Samantha, please say Daddy. "

"It's not going to happen," Eames said, standing up. "Here, let me hold her-"

"No."

Eames blinked. "What? Why the hell not?"

"I don't trust you with my life, let alone my daughter's."

"I won't drop her ,I promise."

Ariadne rolled her eyes. "Just let him hold her for a moment, Arthur."

Arthur looked at Samantha, then sighed. He handed her reluctantly over to Eames, making sure to stand near him.

"Don't you dare drop her," he warned.

"Or what, you'll shove me in an elevator and set off explosives? Oh wait, you already did that."

Eames balanced that baby on his chest and smiled. "They are rather cute, aren't they?"

Cobb raised his eyebrows. "Eames, you appear to have a soft side."

"Shut up." Eames continued to stare. "She's just so tiny."

"Yeah she is," Arthur smiled. "…Now give her back."

Eames sighed and handed Samantha back to Arthur, who cradled her instantly.

"Well, we'd better go." Cobb looked at Eames. "It's getting late."

"Right, se you soon. Bye Sexy…bye Arthur."

Arthur's eyes narrowed. "Go away."

Ariadne waited until Cobb and Eames had left before she kissed Arthur lightly. "I love you."

"I love you too," Arthur smiled. "I'll put Samantha to bed."

He carried his daughter on his chest whilst walking up the stairs, allowing her to pull on his tie.

"You're a very strange child," he smiled. "Just like your Mommy, but don't tell her I told you that." He pushed open the bedroom door and placed on her the bed, watching her little feet kick in the air.

"If I'm going to give you some proper advice, here it is," he said sternly. "Do not become a forger. I mean it kiddo, that's the one profession you do not want to go into." He picket her up again and placed her down in her crib. He leaned over and planted a small kiss on the end of her nose.

"Daddy loves you. Remember that, and don't ever forget it."