Standing amongst the singing toys, Kerry sighed heavily, throwing a look at her giggling son and girlfriend. "Hilarious." An elderly couple walked past the woman leaning heavily on the crutch, studying her with a curious gaze. "I didn't start these toys off." Kerry remarked and they quickly averted their eyes, continuing on their way.

"Come on lighten up Ker, it's a toy shop." Kim smirked, rocking the trolley back and forth that held Henry.

"Fun, I get that but come on Kim they were giving me strange looks!"

"But Isn't that the highlight of any toy shop trip, set the toys off around someone and watch the looks."

"You spend way too much time in toy shops Kim," Kerry smiled at the blonde who was now happily ignoring her and laughing with Henry. She joined the two, placing her crutch into the trolley and leaning on the handle bar, "So which aisle next?"

Henry pondered for a moment, raising a chubby finger up to his chin thoughtfully. "Bubbles!"

"The bubble machine? Henry we already passed that twice!" Kerry smiled, knowing that no amount of arguing would allow them to leave the shop without another pass at the giant bubble machine that had been at the entrance.

"Ok champ, you got it," Kim took the lead, guiding the trolley through the crowds of adults and children. "One bubble machine coming right up!"

Kerry laughed at Kim's enthusiasm. Ever since she had arrived that night after she left the Congo, Kim had tried her hardest to integrate into the Weaver family and Kerry knew it hadn't been easy for her. Henry had given her a hard time from morning one and to be truthful, Kerry couldn't quite understand how Kim had lasted this long with the two of them.

As they neared the machine, Kerry helped Henry climb out of the child's seat, placing him on the ground. Reaching up quickly he grasped Kim's hand, now leading her to the machine and staring up in awe at the bubbles falling around them. Kerry stepped back a little, watching the scene in front of her and she couldn't help but feel her chest swell with pride. But the moment didn't last long.

Kim reached down to take Henry's hand but the child pulled away roughly and Kerry watched the two exchange words, not quite able to make out what was being said. Henry's face began to screw up and Kim knelt down in front of the now sulking child, her eyes fixed on Henrys and her hands expressing her words.

After several moments Henry nodded his agreement to what was being said and reached forwards, wrapping his arms around Kim's neck in a very lack lustre hug. The tall woman picked him up in her arms and carried him over to the trolley and a curious Kerry.

"Dare I ask?" She broached, watching as Kim placed the child back onto the floor beside her, keeping hold of his hand as Henry kept his eyes on the ground, not looking up at either of the women

"Let's just say another tantrum diffused. I told you child psychology isn't easy," Kim sighed, her eyes revealing the strain inside.

Reaching out gently, Kerry touched Kim's arms, a small smile on her face. "He has his moments, they're not all happy ones. That's the joys of being a parent."

Kim nodded with some reluctance before the trio carried on, Kerry pushing the trolley once more and Henry now perking up beside Kim.

"Can we go look at the army toys?" He smiled up, this time at his mother.

"Hmm well seen as you and Kim are in charge today, it's really up to the both of you, why don't you ask Kim?"

Pausing for a moment, Kim knew Kerry was trying to do her best to heal the rift from the past six months but she knew it would take more of an agreement from her to do so. Henry looked up at her now, a small smile on his face as his eyes pleaded her to say 'yes'.

"Okay let's go look at the army toys," Kim announced her decision, ushering the small child towards the army trucks and men they had passed earlier. Henry let go of Kim's hand and approached the toys slowly, leaving the two women to keep watch behind him.

Glancing to her side, Kerry's eyes settled on a fire engine, her eyes taking in the small figurines that stood beside it, one holding a hose, another halfway up a ladder. Both smiling.

"I'm not having him playing with any army men Kerry, mummy's a fire fighter and that's what he will play with," Sandy laughed, pushing the trolley ahead of her, the sleeping baby curled up in the car seat in the basket.

"Honey he's not even able to hold his own head up at the moment let alone a toy!" Kerry shot back, an arm slung loosely around Sandy's hips, using the woman to help her walk straight. "And that's not why we came here."

"I know, I know… soft cuddly bears and musical mats. Thrilling." Sandy's eyes wandered over everything in the store, finally settling on the redhead beside her. "What?"

"We've got plenty of time for fire engines and squirting the neighbourhood cats with hoses," Kerry laughed, watching the shock on her wife's face. "Okay so I was kidding about the cats… I hope. For now let's just enjoy the rhythmic tunes of 'Old MacDonald' sending us stir crazy huh? We don't want to miss any of this." Kerry reached into the seat, stroking the child's cheek gently her mind lost watching her sleeping son.

"Okay," Sandy agreed, breaking the moment, "but if he's not got a baseball in one hand and a glove in the other by his first birthday, we're gonna have to rethink stuff babe. There's only so much 'Old MacDonald I can take you know." She punched Kerry's arm playfully before taking the woman's hand in her own.

"Earth to Kerry," Kim stepped up behind the small woman, wrapping her arms round her waist. Kerry stirred for a moment, guilt beginning to sink in for thinking about Sandy on a day like this but she could tell Kim sensed this. She had been staring at the fire engine for some time. Henry now moved in front of it, studying the bright red vehicle and it's occupants.

"It's okay Kerry, I don't mind." Kim spoke into Kerry's ear, leaving a kiss on her neck before she slowly unwrapped her arms and moved towards the child, who now looked slightly confused.

"Was this my mummy?" He pointed at a fire woman who held the hose. "It looks like her."

"Yeah Henry, that's what your mummy used to do." Kim knelt beside the boy, picking up the figurine and passing it to Henry who turned it over curiously in his palms. "She was a great fire woman."

"Really?" He asked curiously, an eyebrow raised at the blonde woman who nodded in response, her eyes studying the boy's, gauging his next question. Instead he stood silently for a moment, smiling at the toy in his hands. Kim didn't need to hear the next words out of his mouth, she just picked up the boxed fire engine and placed it into the trolley, turning back to grab up the fire crew around it and place them in there also. Henry reached up to pass her the one he held in his hand but Kim picked him up instead, holding him close. He cradled the toy to his chest a broad smile on his face.

"Look mummy, it's mummy!" He showed it off to Kerry proudly who smiled at her son, not quite sure what to say next

"Do you think we're finished in here Henry, or is there anything else we should look at?" Kim asked the boy who thought for another moment.

"Cars!" He exclaimed, making Kim chuckle. She hoisted him up higher on her hip and began to push the trolley in the direction of the machines she had seen earlier. When she noticed that Kerry hadn't followed them, she turned, studying the woman who seemed in a daze.

"Honey are you coming?" Kim asked curiously, beginning to worry that perhaps her show with the fire engine had upset her. She just wanted to make them both happy-

"Sure," Kerry replied, turning to face them both, "It's not a true shopping trip with you until we have to cut up our credit cards." She smiled, throwing her sarcastic remark at Kim who looked offended, placing Henry back into the child's seat, the toy still in his hands.

Kerry stepped forwards and wrapped an arm around Kim's waist, leaning her weight on the taller woman. Turning quickly, Kerry returned the gentle kiss on Kim's neck before addressing her son who watched the two of them with a raised eyebrow. Kim was certainly rubbing off on the child. "How about a baseball glove too?"