"Merlin knows what sort of people you manage to bring up here, Rosie." Miles remembered a day - a very long time ago now when he was just a boy. Well, the day he became a man, actually. It had been in this very room, and to be perfectly honest, Rosie didn't look a day older than she had then. He held his smirk. "How do I not know that you might want to entertain an eager young man or two?"
But as he said it, he realised she probably wouldn't be doing that with his son around. "At least not whilst Liam is around, I hope."
He ran his hand over his hair in frustration. He'd hoped perhaps that he could have dodged the responsibility of bathing Liam, but it seemed fate was against him again. "Fine," he grumbled as he headed towards her bathroom. "So what have you two been up to today?" he asked Rosie, trying to ignore the boy who was (at the moment) trying to smother and drown himself at the same time with his flannel. Bath time with Liam was never easy, as all the boy wanted to do was play. Never wash, just play. Anything to avoid cleaning behind his ears. Miles kept warning him that if he didn't, he'd end up with ears like Lucas Weasley. It was the only threat that ever got him to wash behind them.