Hey guys!

This is a story I've been working on. It'll be about Ian and Natalie, 26 chapters all together, each chapter a letter. Like this chapter, letter A for AMAZING.

A

An amazing day, the day you were born. I was four, and I rushed into the hospital room, eager to see what you looked like. Would you look like an angel? With twinkling eyes and pretty, curly dark hair? Or would you look ugly, with no hair at all, eyes full with dullness? I shuddered. I hope not.

Then, there you were, wrapped up in this little, yellow blanket, big amber eyes staring at me, your baby skin a bit pink, but smooth. You looked at me, and turned away. At least, tried to.

'That's Ian, sweetie,' Isabel cooed.

You stared at me curiously, mumbling some random syllables.

'Ian's your big brother!'

I nodded. Pointing to myself, I whispered, 'Ian. My name is Ian, Ian Kabra. I'm your big brother!'

You continued to stare at me.

'What's her name?' I turned to Isabel.

Isabel wrinkled her eyebrows. 'We haven't come up with one yet.'

I looked at you. You looked back, lips pursed. It was obvious you don't like the idea of not having a name.

Your lips pursed tightly, staring at Isabel furiously. You were only a day old, and already you want to get things done, your way. Your expression was strong, determined to have what you want.

I laughed. As far as I knew, babies usually cry, not stares, or demand names from their older brothers.

You squirmed a little, your face flushed. The same determined look etched across your tiny, newborn face. You glared at me. If you were older, I would think you'd mutter a few swear words.

That's when I knew you would be a strong person. Determined to get, to win, and not to be stopped, no matter what.

'Natalie,' I whispered.

'Speak louder, Ian!' Isabel barked.

'Natalie. Natalie Kabra,' I said, louder.

'Natalie Kabra,' Isabel considered for a while. 'I like the sound of that. Natalie, what a strong name!' Isabel smiled. 'Natalie Kabra it is.'

At that exact time, your expression soothed. Your eyebrows weren't arched together, your lips weren't pursed. Your face relaxed, amber eyes glittered. I hoped that was a sign that you like your new name.

Then, you yawned. Just a little one, and slowly fell asleep.

I stifled a laugh. What an interesting baby. First, demanding a name, then, immediately fell asleep. Amazing.

Well, how do you guys like this? The idea's brilliant, I think. But the story... CC appreciated! :D