It was a bit later(you having fell asleep in François' arms during the fight) and you were in your dad's arms, the both of you asleep. "Aww, look at them~ They fell asleep together that's so cute~ I think she's going to be all right here, don't you Franky? Not to mention she looks well taken care of!" (Oh yeah...! They're still here...! Um....shoot, I forgot uh... *Spastically typing* uh yeah! There you go poppets~) They were in the background,watching the two of you, Oliver was grinning(when is he not?) And looking at you both with sparkling eyes. François was next to him, rolling his eyes and taking another puff off his fag, and blowing smoke out his nose. Oliver quickly plucked the fag out of his mouth and threw it out. "No smoking around the small poppet!" He scolded, narrowing his eyes with a grin still on his face. He muttered something in French that sounded suspiciously like cursing and Oliver's grin became dangerous. He had lived with the Frenchman long enough to know what cursing on his language sounded like. "What was that?" He asked sweetly and the Frenchman grunted. " Waaaah" they suddenly heard crying and looked up to see Allen holding you awkwardly. somehow he had taken you from the Canadian without waking him up, but not you. Matt immediately woke up, grabbing a hockey stick and looking around for the danger. Soon enough he spotted the American, and zeroed in on you in his arms. "You son of a bitch!" He cursed and snatched you from his arms and kissed your forehead as he handed you to the pinkette, who was on his way to Allen to take you himself when this all happened. You immediately calmed in his arms, as he rocked you gently. He coed at you and tickled your tummy softly, making you gurgle happily. Your giggles made the two brothers snap their heads towards the two of you. The Canadian smiled softly and the American smirked. "I told you you were like a mother hen Oliver." Allen chuckled. The pink haired Baker only smiled wider and chucked you under the chin, making another wave of giggles come from you. Matt took that as a good sign, and proceeded with his plan from earlier." Oliver." He said. He looked up at him, you looking up from Ollie's arms at him. "Would you mind looking after Ottawa for me?" He asked. The Brit immediately lit up."Of course!" He said happily. " What do you think? Do you want to stay with me?" He coed at you and you giggled, clapping. "I guess that is a yes..."
