Daryl had Ollies bed turned on its side, he was trying to put it together. Ollie had a screw driver and was trying to help. Daryl was getting frustrated because he was undoing the screws while Daryl was doing them up at the other end.

'Ollie you need to stop or we never going to get your room done and you will have to sleep on the floor,'

'I'll sleep with Mum,' Ollie told him.

'Nope you're a big boy you sleep in your own bed,'

'But you sleep in Mum's bed,' Ollie told him.

'Just sometimes,'

'Well sometimes I sleep in there and you can sleep on the floor,' Ollie told him.

Daryl bit his lip to try not to laugh at him. He looked at his little boy as he was blabbling away about all the reasons why he should get to nap beside his Mum and Daryl should have to sleep in his own bed.

'Ollie you know I'm going to be staying in the other part of the house for a bit,' he told Ollie, 'but you can come over whenever you wanna if I'm not working,'

'I know, is it cos you have cooties?'

'No I don't have them, just we going to sleep in different areas,' Daryl knew he was getting backed into the corner by his 4 year old, through the door burst Harley with Merle right on his tail, he had a pink baby strapped to his chest, Daryl gave him a nod. Merle laughed seeing the mess and the bed Daryl was trying to put together.

'He keeps taking it apart all the time, every time I screw one bit up he unscrews it again,' Daryl told him.

'Ollie you got to twist to the right, your right is this way,' Merle got down on the floor behind Ollie to show him which way was right, Daryl sat back watching his brother seemingly effortlessly show Ollie how to screw the right way. To help not hinder, Merle soon had the two little boys working together threading screws and putting the bed together all at the same time of having his tiny daughter strapped to his chest. Daryl felt jealous, Merle could do it but he couldn't, he felt like he was crap at it. Ollie was giggling and hugged Merle easily. Daryl moved about setting out his dresser and opened up some suitcases taking out some clothes hanging it up.

'Well is that ok?' Merle asked Daryl, he clearly hadn't been listening to him.

'What?'

'Can you watch Phoebe for a few and I'll take the boys?'

'What do you mean?'

'Maggie just fed her, she will be asleep for at least another hour, Maggies just taking a shower then she will walk over,'

'You want me to watch Phoebe?'

'Maggies coming, come on you gotta at some stage,'

'Carol's not here,' Daryl looked panic'd, he looked worse as Merle unstrapped the baby and moved towards his brother who was stepping back like he was going to knife him.

'Come on, she doesn't bite, just wear her for a bit, you will be fine, I trust you,' Merle told him, Daryl stood frozen holding the baby to his chest as Merle strapped the baby to his front, she was so tiny and smelt like baby powder, the smell was enough to make him want to freak out. 'You will be fine, if you can't cope walk over to my house with her, I'll be back in half an hour,'

Merle left taking the two boys to the park down the road where he had originally been heading, leaving Daryl in charge of Phoebe was a chance idea to push him a little. He left before Daryl had a chance to gather his thoughts, he just hoped he was doing a good thing and not sending him over the edge. Daryl looked down at his chest, they used to wear Sophia like this, fighting to see who's turn it was to wear their baby with pride and now with the baby strapped to his chest he felt like he might cry. He thought he finished crying, the baby was sucking a thumb, a wack of dark hair like her mother over her head, she was different from her cousin.

He walked carefully down the stairs, walking outside talking to her even though she was asleep. He knew Merle took a chance leaving her with him. He could of easily taken her and the boys to the park. He wanted to give Daryl a chance to bond with her without anyone being there. He sat on the porch swing leaning back, stroking her back as she slept on his chest, he shut his eyes listening to her breathing. Rocking the swing with one foot.

That's where Carol found him asleep with Phoebe strapped to his chest both arms holding her. She walked past him putting the groceries just inside the house, she grabbed their camera to take a photo that they could display of Uncle Daryl with Phoebe, in her mind you could never ever take enough photos. She also had a secret to tell him. She'd stopped by the doctors on her way to the store and had a nurse run a test for her. She had news, she had big news, news that made her giddy to even think about.