The five-year-old came racing through from the other room. As soon as he seen us standing at the door, a grin appeared on his small face, and it showed off his two missing front teeth.

I bent down automatically and got ready to embrace him. I was mortified when I realised that he had grown and was about half the size of me.

His little arms coddled me as he shouted excitedly "I have missed you, Drizzy."

Drizzy was his nickname for me. I absolutely hated the shortened name of Drizella that he decided to start calling me at the age of two. I never corrected him or tried enforcing a different name because his little face lit up when he said the nickname. He was too cute for his own good.

"I have missed you too, Cutie." I said back and matched his grin.

Charlie moved his hand from my back to my cheek and scolded "You need to babysit me again. We have not played together since forever."

"Later." I promised him.

Lana interrupted by pretending to cry "How about some love for your actual cousin?"

"Sorry, Lan Lan." Charlie pouted while moving over to her and giving her a hug "I did see you yesterday. I have not seen Drizzy in a million years."

Brennan laughed and waved at the boy "Hey little dude, I am Brennan. Lana's boyfriend."

Just noticing the two new faces, Charlie rushed back to my side and hid his face in my stomach. I patted the top of his head and encouraged him not to be shy.

"Hi." Charlie waved at Brennan.

The small boy then turned and tilted his head upward to see the other guy in the room.

Stone towered me so it was understandable for Charlie to see him as a beanstalk.

"Wow. He is a giant." The infant said as he laughed in my arms.

Everyone started laughing and even Stone let out a chuckle.

The boy attached to my side broke away and pointed towards Stone "Big Giant Man, you can’t be Drizzy's boyfriend."

Brennan laughed and asked him "Why not?"

"Because I am her boyfriend." Charlie pouted "She likes me better."

I watched as the young troublemaker skipped out of the room and into the kitchen. I kept my head in that direction, so I did not meet the eye of Stone.

His response however I could not help but tune in to.

It was a deep grumble that sounded a lot like "Lucky bastard."

"He is five." Brennan lowly said as if he was trying to contain his laughter.

Mrs Armstrong ushered us through the house and into the garden. The sun set was clear from the low levelled fence and turned the grass a golden colour. Mr Armstrong was flipping burgers on the barbecue and putting the ready food on the table as we stepped outside.

We all hovered at the back door when Stone turns to me with a taunting expression.