"Can't believe she's one already." Joe sighed, looking across at Rachel, who was propped up on cushions, sucking on a chew toy.
"I know. She's beautiful, aren't you, gorgeous girl?" Rebecca replied, sitting down next to Joe.
"Like her mother." He kissed her. "Of course she's also got a very good looking dad, so... equal effort, I'd say."
Rebecca rolled her eyes, her laughter fading.
"Are you... um... going to the cemetery later?" she asked.
"I hadn't really thought about it," Joe confessed, "not like he's there, is it?"
"If you want me to come with you, I'm happy to."
"No. It's okay. You just concentrate on Rachel," Joe insisted, bouncing to his feet.
"Joe? You promised you were going to face it," Rebecca reminded him.
"And I am." Joe crouched beside his daughter, who turned her head from Mummy to Daddy, looking bemused. "I just want to spend as much time with her as possible. My dad never did that with me. Mum I can't even remember."
"Aw, baby." Rebecca draped her arm around him. "You're an amazing dad. To Rachel and Sebby. He loves you." She kissed his hair.
"I just want us to be a proper family."
"We are," Rebecca chortled, "look at us."
"You are the most important things in my life. You, the kids..."
"Graham," Rebecca added.
"He's alright. He takes care of himself."
"You're a good influence," she told him.
"Hardly," Joe scoffed, "he's always been the one to keep me in check."
"Well, I love you, Joseph Tate." He turned his head and they kissed, sweetly and sincerely.