Author's note: I don't own Nick and Jeff... however much I wish I did in my head...
So this is going to be multi chaptered, and follow Nick and Jeff throughout their lives and the problems they face growing up. At the moment its rated 'T', but I think I may need to up the rating a bit later on in this story for what I have planned...
Prologue
The two women laughed as they walked, each pushing a pram, side by side. Less than a year ago the two women had first crossed paths, both ballooned out to the size of a house, at an antenatal class. The two women had chatted throughout those once a week meetings, and had soon become inseparable. Now the two were out for coffee, their cherished children asleep in the prams in front of them. If anyone had stopped to look at the two women, they may have thought they looked a little peculiar together, for the two women were almost polar opposites. Clara was a rather short, ordinary looking woman, with brown wavy hair that fell to her slightly tanned shoulders. At thirty years old, she seemed to be the kind of woman who would dedicate her life to care for her children. Whereas the woman who was walking by her side, Melissa, with her blonde hair falling to her waist and her tall, thin figure suggested that she would do well on a catwalk. But there were a lot more than looks that these women cared about, and so the two entered the coffee shop as best friends. Aligning their prams, containing their sleeping babies together, the two sat at a table, freshly made mugs of coffee in hand, as they tried to warm them from the cold chill outside. Across the room, a woman drops her mug, the white china smashing on the floor, creating a loud noise. The blonde woman's baby flinches in his sleep, his own tufts of blonde hair ruffled by his thick layers of blankets. His eyes open suddenly, a panicked wail on his lips, as he thrusts a podgy fist out of the pram in the direction of the still sleeping baby, nudging him with his tiny hand and successfully waking him too.