Waking up to soft cooing and Gaz speaking to your baby was slowly becoming commonplace, and you loved it.

Turning over onto your side, you smiled, blinking the sleep out of your eyes, watching as your lover sat up against the headboard, Beatrix in his lap, staring at her father with wide eyes as Gaz spoke to her.

"–and then I fell out of the helicopter! I was hanging upside down, cars driving on either side, bad men shooting at daddy!" Gaz said, voice hushed.

Beatrix looked entranced.