Every time you make a move

Doing all right, part 2

"I best be here, boss" Phoebe stayed glued to his seat, looking around anxiously even though the place wasn't too busy; there were only one or two other patients sitting and minding their own business but even they couldn't be trusted. "When one sees me, then everyone else will want a piece of me" was Freddie's warning when out in public.

"We will meet you back here." Monica propped the boy on her hip.

"We won't be a moment, it's over quickly" the nurse added as he followed mother and child close behind.

"God, okay..." Freddie anxiously adjusted Roshni in his arms as she fidgeted.  "Well thank god one of them is alright..."

"You know, maybe we should think about guarding that hole until we get the water and irrigation in it at least." Phoebe explained.

"What way, I wonder... it's not visible at night. One of my little cats could fall in, the poor dears!" He patted his daughter's back.

"They can just climb back out though... how about we line up the pond edge with solar lights?" Phoebe suggested.

"Solar lights? Ugly looking things," Freddie dismissed the idea. "They don't balance with the aesthetic of the garden."

"We can drop by a garden centre tomorrow and find some that'll balance then" Phoebe took out his shopping list.

"Maybe just order a bloody gardening catalogue," Freddie murmured as his daughter played with his hands. "but by the time those arrive, the fish from Japan and the filtering system will be here too."

"...Maybe people will know for the future." Phoebe responded, sensing that it'd be pointless talking any further.

"Maybe... Roshni now knows to keep away from the big bad hole, don't you darling?" He planted a kiss on his daughter's head.

"Yaaahh!" She stood up on his lap as he giggled, holding her hands to help keep her balanced.

Phoebe smiled and scribbled solar lights onto the shopping list before stuffing his notes back into his pocket.

"Oh... what's that pong?" Freddie wrinkled his nose.

"When did she last get changed?" Phoebe asked.

"Monica said they were both done this afternoon," He lifted his daughter up and got a whiff of her lower body, and this time his entire face scrunched up in disgust. "Eughhh! God... okay, okay she needs done."

"You know, you really need to think about training them," Phoebe said, getting up and looking around for a changing unit as he slung the nappy bag on his shoulder. "They're getting too old."

"I know what potty-training entails, Phoebe," Freddie huffed, handing his daughter over to him. "Or at least I can imagine."

"I think the idea is that they find the nearest potty when they feel the need to go, Freddie." Phoebe adjusted Roshni on his hip.

"Yes, but I don't care if the worst thing about doing anything is starting it. It's going to be a messy beginning," He shuddered, getting up after him. "Why is it when they're still the cutest little darlings they're also hard work as well... and smelly?"

"Because that's life," Phoebe pushed the door open. "Nothing's perfect."

Freddie grumbled, following his assistant and daughter along the corridor.

Meanwhile his lover and their son were in the dimly lit X Ray lab, trying to get Johnny to adjust to the right position as he restlessly lay on the examination table directly below the projector.