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[Steve sadly is getting used to ending up with ladies mysteriously in bed with him so there's no awkward panicking this time. He simply pulls up the sheets higher so there's some decency going on here. He's happy this time it's his room too. It will make getting pants a whole lot easier. These small comforts quickly disappears when he notices the woman in bed with him is not one of his friends or even anyone he knows. Then there's the matter of a small girl next to her trying to wake her before noticing Steve. She jumps on him instead, wrapping her arms around his neck much to Steve's confusion.]

Daddy! [Yep... more confusing. Steve clears his throat. Please wake up Xena if you can possibly sleep through all this.] Ma'am? Is this your daughter?

[Much later on: Steve is in the kitchen cooking breakfast. This scene wouldn't be all that special if it weren't for the raven haired toddler sitting on the counter insisting she can help... and trying to sneak bacon. She's a growing girl.

Anyways, Steve will be dictating to the journal at some point during cooking time.]

So anyone want to explain to me how this works? [He's being purposely vague to spare Lysandra's feelings.] This isn't like waking up somewhere new. If you could write down your answers too that would swell.

[Lysandra is pouting at that for any observors. Steve gives her a winning smile and pats her head.] I've got company with me today.

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Everyone okay?

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Feed them when they're hungry, pick them up and set them the other way when they're about to run into something. Those are pretty much the basics.

[Swell. Oh Steve, never change.]

Once a year, the castle gives us kids to take care of for a week. Usually they're you and another resident, so the kid'll be similar to the both of you.

It's like playing "What if?" but adding in responsibility.

-- Jo

[There's a man walking in with a 6-month old baby boy in his arms. The child is slumbering rather peacefully. He's just going to go to one of the cupboards to get some formula.

He glances to the toddler, then Steve.]

You, too, aye?

[That's not at all what he meant Peter.] ... Thanks for the advice. I'm working on the first one.

[Xena can sleep through a lot, really, but pouncing toddlers is one of the things that's guaranteed to wake her up.

Thankfully, they are in Steve's room, which means she doesn't have a knife to immediately grab as she freaks out about not being where she went to sleep.]

Not this again. [She's getting tired of being moved around while she's asleep. What was that question? Oh, yeah.] I don't have a- [And...wow. That kid sure does look a lot like her. She trails off.]

What's going on here?

[Lysandra happens to think this is utterly hilarious and she feels the need to share this with Steve, giggling and tugging at his arm.] Daddy, mommy's silly.

[ He's the most helpful of all. ]

Then you're already off to a good start. Mazel tov!

[He used his one 'awesome' of the month on Clint.]

Explains why she has my eyes. Do you know where she comes from? I never met her mother before so I don't know how we could have a baby together.

[Plus there's this whole he's a virgin thing that he will never bring up.]

[Steve smiles.] Yeah. Mommy is being really silly. [The second Lysandra takes her eyes off him, Steve will start shaking his head and mouthing 'I don't know.'

Our hero everybody.]

Yep. [He'll just keep frying that bacon.] You doing okay?

Mazel tov?

Not so up and up on the yiddish, huh?

Aye. No problem at all. I've looked after bairns before.

[Scottish. You get used to it, Steve.]

He's not a pick of bother.

[You can practically hear him shrugging.] I only know English... Oh! And a little French from when we visited Paris. I studied it.

[He sounds stupidly proud of that.]

[Writing. Bucky could deal with writing right now. Hopefully his best friend knows what his writing looks like.]

Does being okay include having a kid now? Because I definitely now have one of those.

[He's trying, but he doesn't get it.] Bairns? That's like a baby, right?

[Lysandra is definitely peeking at the baby while trying not to be obvious about it. It's really not working since she's half off the counter trying to get a better look. Thankfully Steve shoots his arm to catch her before she can fall and gives a bashful smile.]

Do you mind letting Lysandra see the baby?

You have a kid, Bucky? Tell me about them.

Aye, it is. [He smiles.] I take it you're not used to speaking to Scottish people, aye?

[He starts as the kid's about to fall, before Steve has her and he relaxes slightly.]

Sure, of course. [He walks forward, showing the toddler the sleepy baby. He has brown-blond hair and Carson's blue eyes.]

His name's Rodney. [He looks to Steve.] And I'm Carson. Dr. Carson Beckett.

[dictated, loudly, by Max's favorite five year-old:]

Did your kid come too?

[she's smart. Unfortunately. Also, playing keepaway with her mom's journal. There's a noise of protest from Max, and she reaches over to pick up the journal and writes:]

Sorry. She's chatty with everyone today.

[never ever tell Jo.]

We've never figured out where they come from. They don't seem to be too freaked out and they remember being here before when they return. Plus, they know us. Even before we knew who they were to us.

Then you learned more than me from that trip. I got really good at saying pardon with an accent on it.

Her name's Rosalie. And no, I didn't name her. I tried arguing for Sarah but he didn't listen to me. [The perils of having Geoffrey Chaucer as your boyfriend/babydaddy.]

She brown hair and blue eyes and the sweetest face ever. [Does Bucky love this kid? Yes, yes he does.]

She sounds beautiful. [He is so touched be the lobbying for that name.]

Have you had breakfast yet? I'm making some for my girl. I'd really like you to meet her.

Uh... [Then Max chimes in and he just laughs.] I noticed. Smart girl you have there, Max.

[still written, as per his request]

Downside of being part transgenic. Genius IQ in a five year-old means getting into everything.

Nope, haven't had anything to eat yet. I'll be down there in a few minutes. [Because he definitely wants to see Steve's daughter. And true to his word, he is there in a few minutes with probably (considering her fathers) the cutest little girl you have ever seen clinging to his neck as he carries her.] Hey Steve.

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