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Author's Note: But wait, there's more!
As he held the days out baby just home from hospital in his arms, Howard Wolowitz thought that having a baby with Bernadette didn't look like such a frightening prospect.
Maybe that should be his New Year's resolution.
"After all," he said in a decidedly gooey tone. "You're so cute aren't you? And imagine all the phone numbers I'll be able to get."
Mackinley Cooper threw up.
Unable to hide his disgust, Howard looked up frantically.
Sheldon reached for his son. "It is always nice to know that one's offspring has good taste." His face split with his smile.
"Bazinga!"
Too depressed to think of a resolution for himself as midnight beckoned, Leonard Hofstadter looked to where his best friend and ex-girlfriend were standing in the kitchen.
Sheldon was holding the wriggling Harmony as Penny placed a Batman bandaid over the toddler's scratched knee.
She then expressively declared the pain gone and kissed her daughter on the forehead. His heart clenched as she then clasped the elbows Sheldon – her husband! – and reached up to kiss him too.
Harmony pulled her parents apart in order to hug them both and Leonard turned away in pain.
That was his resolution: Move on.
Rajesh Koothrappali stood at the table set up by the window in the Cooper family apartment. At an appropriate height, with no possible way for little fingers to reach and obtain something not permitted, was the alcohol.
Staring at the punch, Raj's brow creased as he battled with the liquid. "You will not get the better of me," he ordered. "I will not need you to speak with the ladies."
"Hey Raj," said Penny, the pretty blonde stepping up beside him. "Everything okay?"
He promptly scooped alcohol into his cup and sculled it.
Next year, he told himself. Next year.
When asked about his New Year resolutions, Sheldon Cooper scoffed at the prospect. "I fail to see how promises made during an occasion of much alcohol-imbibing can influence your behaviour for a year."
He eased forward in his seat. "In fact, research shows that..."
Leonard interrupted hastily. "We were just wondering if you had any resolutions. You know like do better at work et cetera."
Sheldon scoffed. "I am already working at my optimal levels in the workplace Leonard."
"What about your family?"
"What about them?" queried Sheldon. "I don't need a resolution. I am already producing my best efforts."
Penny sat, legs folded under her body comfortably, Mac nursing at her breast. He was covered by a blanket so that the various males in the room could actually look at her.
"You know what my New Year's resolution is?" she declared loudly. "I want to try and get back into acting."
"But what about your b... e... a... u-tiful family?" asked a tipsy Raj.
Sheldon answered first. "I fail to see how having two children to care for directly correlates to loss of opportunities to show one's talent."
The genius winked to all present. "I'm doing my husbandly duty."
Standing back against the couch, Harmony bounced on and off the leather and identified the people she could hear talking. There was Mummy who now had a lap for her to sit in again, staring Uncle Raj, funny Uncle Howard who couldn't hold her properly and strong hugging Uncle Leonard. Her brother was there too, but he was kind of boring.
Her eyes looked up at the toy she could see high up on the shelves. Brow furrowed, she calculated the distance, her body's capabilities and declared it possible.
Moving, she stopped when she heard a voice. "Daughter," admonished Sheldon.
As the clock struck twelve and the ball dropped there was much celebration, hugging and kissing in the lounge room: Raj and Howard knocked heads together as they attempted a hug and Penny threw her arms around Leonard happily whilst Sheldon stood ramrod straight, one hand outright, the other holding a sanitising gel as he prepared to shake the hand of one and all and welcome in the new year in a dignified manner. Harmony was sprawled across the couch, her small body under a blanket, sound asleep.
And baby boy Cooper? He pooped, shifted slightly and slept on blissfully.
Finito.