Charlie prances up, and Dylan bends to pick him up, crooning nonsense to him and laughing as a tiny pink tongue washes his face. He shoots a look at me. “Are we taking him, because I don’t think he’ll stay on his own? Oh shit, has this thrown a spanner in the works?” I pull them both into my arms. “Of course we’re taking Charlie Hunnam. He’s part of our family.” He laughs. “Jesus, I really wish that sentence was real.”
