"It is a number two." He informed me while flapping two little fingers in my face.

I let out a small sigh and fought the urge to start crying "Why do you hate me? What have I ever done to you? Why do you not ask your favourite cousin Lan Lan to do it."

He jumped off my lap and whined "I want you to do it, Drizzy."

"Fine. Let’s get this over with." I groaned as I took his hand and lead him inside to the bathroom.

After five minutes, I was starting to feel claustrophobic. The Armstrong's downstairs bathroom was a converted closet under the stairs and the space was not enough for two people. Even two small people.

Charlie was not in a rush to finish the job at hand. He was swinging his legs and singing while sitting on the toilet.

I was about to tell him to hurry up, but I got distracted by the sounds of heavy footsteps out in the hall.

The voice was instantly recognisable. Deep and husky. An undeniable authority to it.

Stone seemed to be on the phone with someone. He answered and replied one-word answers as the other person on the phone seemed in a hurry to explain something to him.

I pressed my ear closer to the bathroom door, but I could not hear that much. Just some deep grumbling and curses from the giant.

A small voice called from the toilet "My mommy says it is rude to eavesdrop."

"Well, my mom used to say that I should know how to wipe my bottom by five years old but you do not see me complaining or telling you off." I replied to him while sticking my tongue out before I instructed "Concentrate on what you are doing."

From the other side of the door, I heard the gravelly voice curse "Fuck. Next Friday? We pushed it back to midnight."

Silence followed and I could only assume that Stone had hung up.

Then more footsteps approached the hall, and I heard Brennan ask, "Is everything alright?"

"That was Reed." Stone replied.

Brennan waited for a few seconds before asking "What did he want?"

"They are on to us."

The words spoken by Stone was the last I heard as the hallway went back to noiseless.

A horrible water noise filled the small space as Charlie sang "I am finished."

I distracted myself by wondering what the two males were talking about as I tackled the smelly situation.

My hands were thoroughly scrubbed with layers of soap when I left the toilet of terror with Charlie. He ran off ahead as I followed behind with my mind occupied with thoughts about what Stone's conversation on the phone meant.

Lana laughed while asking Charlie who was now sitting on her lap "Did you and Ella have fun?"