Just a short one whilst school is kinda quiet :D Hope you enjoy and reviews are welcomed!

-Sophie x

(P.S- What did you all think of the series premiere?)

"When I said find a hobby," Elsie said slowly, watching the little girl play with the layers of fabric on her skirt, "I meant a theatre group or a council. I was not thinking about getting a child Charles."

"I know I know." He sighed, sitting down in the chair by the fire, "But what could I do? Leave the poor thing at the police station?"

"No I suppose not." The woman's gaze met the girls and she smiled, immediately noticing how her small face broke into a beam.

"Anyway, what are we to call her?" Mrs Hughes frowned. "Call out some names and we'll see what she likes."

"What?!"

"Oh just do it!"

"I feel ridiculous." Carson muttered before thinking up some names.

"Hazel?"

"Molly?"

"Lucy?"

"Alice! That's a nice one- no? Okay."

"Try nicknames." Elsie interrupted.

"If I must." Charles grumbled.

"Hattie?"

"Oh Lord, um… Maggie?"

"Connie?"

"Elsie!"

"Lottie?"

Upon hearing the last name, the girl tuned around and looked at Carson expectantly.

"Lottie!" He said triumphantly, looking up at his wife. "She's called Charlotte."

"Well I'm glad we got that cleared up. Lottie she is."

Elsie sat in the big armchair the other side of the fire, watching the small child toddle over and pull at her dress.

"Do you want to be picked up Lottie?" She asked, her voice gentle. Charlotte nodded earnestly, and just as the woman went to lift her up, Carson shouted out.

"Wait, no!"

Frozen with the girl in mid-air, Mrs Hughes looked at her husband with furrowed brows.

"Excuse me?"

"Make sure she's wearing a cloth first." He said pointedly. "You won't want her ruining your new dress with her… bodily fluids."

Elsie burst out laughing, causing the other two to jump.

"Oh Charlie you are funny. "Bodily fluids"."

"Just looking out for you my dear." He shrugged, picking up a book and trying to read it. However, he felt his gaze wander above the hardback to his wife opposite him. Lottie was curled up in the crook of her arm, head resting on the woman's soft chest. She told a story as the girl's eyelids drooped, and Elsie's weren't far behind.