"Can I come see him now?"

Alan Eppes looked down at his five-year-old son, "As soon as we get back to the hospital," he replied, ruffling Don's hair, "Your new little brother was asleep when I left but your mother was still awake. Just give a minute to say goodbye to Mrs. Mackenzie."

Don wasn't even listening to him as he raced for the front door of their neighbour's house.

Alan sighed and turned to their red-haired neighbour. Emma Mackenzie smirked at him, an unholy twinkle in her eye.

"Shannon was exactly the same when Liz was born, bouncing with excitement. Well…at least at first, it became old news pretty quickly. You know five-year-olds."

"Yeah. Thanks for watching him, and for such a long time, we weren't expecting Margaret's labour to be quite so long."

Emma waved a hand, "Don't worry about it, it was great to have him. Just out of curiosity, how long was the labour in the end?"

Alan rubbed his forehead, "Twenty-two hours. We thought twelve for Donnie was a long time."

Emma laughed, "I know how you feel, Shannon was almost twenty-one. By the end I just wanted to have the kid and pass out."

Alan smiled, "I know Margaret-"

"Dad, Let's go!" Don was back and demanding attention.

Alan looked at him sternly, "Donnie, that was very rude. You apologise to Mrs. Mackenzie, right now."

Don looked at his shoes as he mumbled, "Sorry."

"That's ok, really, you should get going anyway. After all, it's not everyday you get a new brother. I don't blame you for being impatient."

Don looked up at his father imploringly. A master of the puppy-dog eyes, as most five-year-olds are, he could usually get his way with that look.

Alan smiled, "Alright, alright. Let's go."

Don raced ahead for the door again while Alan and Emma followed behind at a more sedate pace.

As they stepped out the door Alan turned to Emma, "Just one more time, thank you looking after him."

"It was my pleasure. Now go, before Donnie bursts from impatience."

Alan nodded, "Come over soon to see the baby."

"I will," Emma said, "I'll bring the girls too. They'll be so excited to see him."


Don looked down at his new, sleeping little brother.

He looked up at his mother's face. Then his father's.

"Well, what do you think of him?" his mother asked.

He looked down at his brother again. What was he supposed to say?

"He's squishy. And pink." That would do, wouldn't it?

"New babies always look like that." His mother replied.

"You have the same ears, Donnie." His father observed.

Don looked at his little brother's ears. What was his Dad talking about? His little brother's ears were all squishy, they looked nothing like his. He scrunched up his nose and stared down at his brother. Now that he'd seen him, what was he supposed to do next? His friend Sarah had a little brother and she wouldn't stop talking about him. He didn't see what was so great about having a little brother.

"What's his name?" Don asked looking up at his parent's again.

His parent's looked at each for a moment before turning back to him. His mother answered, "Charlie."

Don looked down at his brother again, "Charlie." He said.

Charlie opened his eyes and the two brothers looked at each other for the first time.

Now he understood why Sarah liked having a little brother so much.

A/N: My first fic. At least, the first one I put up. Just a little When Don met Charlie moment. I don't mind if you review or not, it's your choice.