Soap somehow managed to tie the knot and barely a year later, had a little babe of his own. As his dearest friends, you and Simon dedicated loads of time to help the new father, also serving as practice for when you two would have your own little set of young ones.

The baby girl giggled on the floor as you played with her, Simon alongside you, adoring your parenting skills.

The babe babbled cutely, then with the joy of a happy kitten, looked up at you, giggling.

"Fuck!" she giggled proudly, then fell over laughing, having learnt the new word.

"Oof, looks like she's takin' to yer speakin', luv." Simon remarked, as Soap's wife walked in.

"How's my li'l bairn doing, aye?" she asked, and to her horror, the girl laughed, and giggled proudly:

"Fuck!" she chirped, giggling.