Author Note

Hiya! I thought that I'd better get a move on with my stories before Lost Boys 2 is released here. There's been a complete mix of reviews about it and I don't know who to believe; so, I will get the DVD and watch it, and then I will make my mind up.

Thanks to NeverletRocknRollDie for the review on my oneshot!

I've loosely based some of this on a lot of youtube videos - some of you might recognise what goes on. I don't own any of these videos and will gladly edit the story on request.

Let me tell you in advance that Edgar and Blanche's kid is not born yet in this chapter. I'll let you debate if it's a girl or a boy - you'll find out soon.

Story Start

Edgar was busy in his shaping shed. The room was quiet. Yesterday's heat had subsided.

Blanche stared into the mirror. She gasped as she felt the baby kick. Bringing a hand to her tummy, she smiled.

'I still can't believe it.' She thought.

Looking around the room, she sighed. Thinking about the kid and sitting doing nothing all day was all fine and well, but it got old pretty fast. She really felt like running around or doing something, but she couldn't run around in case she fell. Plus, what was there to do?

She curled one ankle over the other and tucked them under the bed. Her eyebrows knotted together as her feet hit something.

'What?'

Carefully she shifted off the bed and onto the floor. She pulled a small cardboard box from under the bed. She pulled the flaps open and smiled curiously.

'What is this?'

There was a bunch of old video tapes in front of her, tightly packed together, labels facing up. Reading them, she saw two familiar names;

Edgar and Alan.

Next to the names were different ages from 6 weeks to 6 years.

'Aww, Edgar keeps his old baby tapes!'

A thought flashed into Blanche's head; she'd never been around young kids - Laddie didn't really count because he wasn't that little and she hadn't seen him in years - so she had no clue what to expect. These tapes could give her a small idea.

'Right.' She said, slowly standing. 'Preparation time.'

She wandered towards their living room, carrying the whole cardboard box. Grinning wickedly, she pulled one from it at random.

'Edgar and Alan: 6 months/18 months'.

She switched on the TV, pushed the video carefully into the player and hit play.

Instantly, Cousin It's twin brother flashed onto the screen.

After jumping back and screaming a little, Blanche saw it was actually Edgar's father. It was probably his mother filming, and she'd zoomed in on his head far more than she needed to.

Finally the camera zoomed out. Mr Frog was holding a small baby in his arms.

'Aww.'

The little boy was tugging at his long beard, oblivious to his dad's reaction.

'Edgar.' Mrs Frog called him from behind the camera.

The little boy looked up in surprise before giving the camera a large, gummy smile. Blanche couldn't help but laugh. This had been roughly twenty years ago; well, that and the look on his face was priceless. Not that she didn't think he was cute then, but looking at this and then thinking of him now was unreal.

Then the camera swerved to the door.

There stood a small boy with black, scruffy hair. He was in his PJ's and sucking his thumb.

'Hey, Alan.' His mom said.

He looked up to the camera for a second before racing to hide behind his dad.

'He's always hated that thing.' He laughed as Alan tugged his pants leg.

The scene cut to their mom lying on the sofa next to them. Now dad must've had the camera. Alan was lying between the crook of her arm and the sofa while Edgar sat on her lap. Her head kept dropping slightly before jerking back up again.

'I think someone needs their sleep.'

She smiled drowsily.

'Go to bed. I'll watch them.'

She nodded and handed Edgar to his brother.

'Gentle now.' She said before turning around and leaving.

Alan wrapped his arms around him and hugged him. Edgar simply stared at the hands in front of him.

The camera zoomed in on Alan, who looked at it as if it would kill him. He hugged Edgar tighter.

'My.' He said.

'Yep, that's your little brother.'

Edgar leaned forward slightly and nipped Alan's fingers. Alan laughed a little.

'Silly! Dad, bit me!'

Their dad laughed from behind the camera. Alan poked Edgar's lip. Edgar bit his finger and wouldn't let go despite Alan's crying. Eventually he did actually let go. He turned around and Alan was right in his face.

'Eggar! Hurt!'

Apparently 'Edgar' was difficult for him to say at that point.

Edgar laughed as he turned around. He kept staring at the camera and smiling, looking incredibly cute. Alan seemed to forget his pain almost immediately. He smiled.

'Eggar bit me.' He poked one of his brother's arms. 'Hurt!'

Meanwhile, their father was in stitches. As was Blanche. She was constantly rewinding the moment throughout the day. Nothing in the tapes was that funny and cute; well, apart from them sleeping. One of their parents had managed to get almost an hours worth of them sleeping together onto video.

'They were such cute kids!' She thought.

There were only tapes up to 4 years. That was probably where their parents got into the drugs. And then after that...

No, she shouldn't dwell on that. Getting upset wasn't good for her or the baby. Right now she should concentrate on the tapes.

...

The time seemed to fly past. Edgar came back inside soon. With a small peck on the lips, he sat next to her on the couch.

'What're you watching?'

'Oh, nothing much. By the way, do you remember biting Alan?'