Chapter Four

"How's Holly doing?" Harry asked, strolling into the room.

"Good, as usual," Eggsy replied happily.

"Can I help with anything?"

"Actually, if you could take her out for a walk in the pram…"

"Done," declared Harry, scooping the baby into his arms. The two met each other's gaze, before Eggsy looked away, cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. Harry hid a smirk.

"Just thought that Holly should spend some more time with both her parents," Eggsy managed.

"She's spent too much time with her mummy, I think," Harry added.

"Hey! Since when have I been the mummy?"

"Since always," Harry answered before wheeling the pram with Holly bundled inside out the door.

"Hey, Merlin… I think I know why the baby's always crying at night," Roxy announced just as he was tucking the baby into the crib in his room.

"Hm, why then?"

"Well, I was spying on Eggsy, and well, their baby sleeps with them during the night. It's very cute, actually. Him snuggling up with it at night. Sometimes Harry sleeps beside him as well." She grinned at that. "He's quite smug about it."

"I wonder how many times their baby has cried," Merlin said offhandedly.

"Well, I expect that Harry's rubbish at the parenting thing," Roxy replied. "So at least a few times."

"Our baby's only cried six times so far, mostly at night, right?" Roxy nodded. She blushed slightly at how easily Merlin used 'our baby'. She scolded herself for being so silly. It was a challenge, nothing more.

"It's cuter than Eggsy's baby," she remarked, gazing fondly at the little plastic head.

"It is, isn't it?" Merlin agreed.

"It, it, it. I think it's a he, actually."

"I think so too," Merlin said, nodding seriously.

"What should we name him?"

"Wilbur." Roxy gaped at Merlin.

"You must be joking. Wilbur! Ridiculous."

"Fine," Merlin harrumphed, crossing his arms over his chest. "What do you think we should name him?"

"Colin. I love that name," she sighed dreamily. "Or maybe Oxford? Ah, no, Cambridge. What about one of those American uni's? Harvard, maybe. Oh, I like that. Or Yale, perhaps? I know, Stanford!"

"Erm…" Merlin trailed off, momentarily at loss for words at her inner scholar obsession. "I think we should stick with Colin."

Colin. for colin firth. obviously. that man isn't just sex on legs, he is sex on legs. not that that's creepy or anything. actually on that note i had a dream the other night where eggsy goes "oh my god roxy look how hairy my legs are" and then she looks and his legs are two harrys and then i woke up...

thank you for all your squishy feelings and comments. i love them. very much. xoxoxoxo