A new story that isn't just going to be random one-shots. I might not be updating regularly, because school's going to be a bitch. Tip to anyone out there; do NOT take 2 languages, all 3 sciences and history. It's suicide.

Prologue

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." They sung the tune, which has been engraved into almost every living human's memory, to the little girl, who sat right in the middle of them all, in a high chair, staring at the enormous chocolate cake and the flickering candles on top of it. It was the first time she'd been serenaded with the song, but was most definitely not going to be the last. Once the song had finished her parents blew out the candles – 1 year olds can't blow out candles.

"Godparents," The two youngest adults in the room turned to look at Leo, who had had a camera basically glued to his hand all day, taking pictures of just about anything. "Picture with the baby,"

"Come on, slut," The younger man joked as he made his way to the high chair that Poppy occupied.

"After you," She said, bending down so she was the same height as the baby. "She's such a pretty baby. She's perfect for pervs like you. How old was the last one? 10?"

"Technically, that would make me a pedo not a perv," Harry laughed. "Just because you're jealous 20 year olds don't find you attractive anymore,"

"You know the shop I got the cake from?" Janet remarked as she and Nikki began washing up. All the guests, apart from Harry and Nikki, had just left and Harry and Leo sat in the living entertaining the little girl.

"Yes...?" Nikki wondered where the conversation was going to go.

"Well, there was a very dashing man who helped me carry it to the car." She continued. "He works there, cousin of the owner apparently, just moved from Edinburgh, he's got the most gorgeous accent. I noticed there wasn't any ring on his finger, so I asked and..."

"No," Nikki laughed, knowing what her friend was going to suggest. "No, no, no; you are not setting me up again!"

"Why not?"

"You're the worst setter-upper in the world!"

"I'm not,"

"You are! A shoplifter, a married guy and a schizophrenic! You've got an appalling track record!" Janet was about to object, but Nikki continued. "Do I really need to remind you of the spontaneous poet disaster of 07?" Both women burst into hysterics at the memory; Nikki had come back traumatised after spending 3 hours listening to an old school friend of Janet's making up poems about her feet.

"Look," Leo lifted up his little girl and pointed towards his friend. "What's silly Uncle Harry doing now?" Silly Uncle Harry was, in fact, dancing around the living room to the Wheels on the Bus, attempting to get Poppy to stop crying. They'd both already tried peek-a-boo, 'stealing' her nose and 'accidentally' banging heads with each other (this one had never failed before). "Come on, look how silly he is,"

It didn't work, so Leo drew out his mobile. 10 minutes later, a small teenage girl had arrived at the front door, greeting Janet at the door, before going into the lounge. She took Poppy from Leo and then went upstairs.

"Who's that?" Harry asked.

"Babysitter," Leo replied. "Do you think it's a bad sign she's better at getting her to sleep and shut up than we are?" Leo laughed.

"Most definitely,"