Lord Robin of Locksley laid on his stomach, his chin resting on the palms of his hands, his brown eyes watching his younger sister curiously. The 15 month old sat on her pillows, rocking slightly in her place, her small hands grasping her feet, her green eyes staring back at her older brother with a child like curiosity and innocence.

"Hey Much?" the future Lord of the Manor spoke, calling out to his manservant.

The six year old boy straightened out as his name was called, his eyes that were once on his feet raised to glance at the five year old boy. "Yes Master?"

"You're older so you understand more than I do, right?" Robin tilted his head, "What do babies do all day?"

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, Master." Much stated, his eyebrows coming together in confusion.

Robin rolled onto his back, his hands coming together and resting on his stomach, his eyes showing his deep turmoil. "What do babies do all day?" he repeated, "I mean, they must do something, right? I've been watching Annabelle for over an hour now and she hasn't done anything!"

"Well, Master, Lady Annabelle is at an age where she can't do much by herself." the manservant paused thoughtfully, "Why don't you try teaching her to talk? It gives you – and her – something to do together."

The future Lord sat up abruptly, a huge smile covering his face. "That's a great idea Much! Thank you!"

He pushed himself to his feet and approached the baby. Annabelle squealed as her older brother neared her side, her hands waving desperate with happiness, demanding her brother pay more attention to her. Robin pulled the 15 month old baby girl and locked his arms around her, stopping her from toppling forward onto her face.

"Annabelle, can you say 'Rob-in'?" he asked happily.

The girl looked up, her green eyes wide, her mouth open slightly but she remained silent.

"'Rob-in'?" he prompted in a slow way.

The girl's mouth moved but no words came out.

"'Rob-in'."

Annabelle's eyebrows fused together in frustration, confusion and determination. Her mouth continued to work as she seemed to force sounds from her throat. "...in..."

The Lord's smile widened encouragingly. "That it Belle! Rob-in!"

"... win ... Wobwin … Wobin!" the baby grinned happily, giggling, clapping her small chubby hands clumsily, "Wobin! Wobin! Wobin!"

Robin laughed and glanced back at his manservant with pride. "Look Much, I'm her first word!"

The six year old smiled at his Master. "That you are, Master."

"... Uch … Uch! Uch! Uch!" Annabelle chanted, not being able to pronoun the 'M', "Wobin! Uch! Wobin! Uch! Wobin! Uch!"

Much blinked twice in amusement and shock before smiling gently at the child's glowing face and stroked her hair. She reached out for his hand, grasping it and placed his finger in her mouth, chewing on it contently. She yawned widely, her eyes dropping in her tiredness, her head lolling to the right against her brother's chest before she fell into a slumber, letting go of Much's finger.

"You know what Much ..." Robin stared down at his sleeping baby sister with pride in his eyes, "... I think I'm going to enjoy being a big brother ..."