"Regan! Stop it!" Becki squealed. Regan was floating a large ball of water above her hands and looked at her little cousin mischievously. "No!!! Mommy!"

"Oh, come on" she replied, "It's only a bit of water!"

"Mom!!!!"

Pippa came running into the living room where Becki was cowering behind the sofa. "Regan, stop it" she said firmly, her hands on hips. "Stop tormenting my daughter."

The 10 year old pouted. "Tell her to leave me alone then! She's so annoying!"

Pippa rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you're both as bad as each other. Anyway, I thought you were sick?"

Regan shrugged. "Umm. I am!"

"Well you don't look it" Pippa said, lifting up a still squealing Becki. She started to walk back into the kitchen.

"I really am sick!" Regan shouted to her aunt in protest.

"Really. You can still go back to school tomorrow. And put that water away."

Regan grunted. She could be really stubborn when she wanted to be. There was no way she was going back to school.

"Hi!" Polly unlocked the back door and walked in, Robyn in tow. She put her bag down on the kitchen table and greeted her cousin.

Pippa smiled and put Becki down. "How was school Robyn?"

The 7 year old shrugged. "I dunno, it was school."

Polly shook her head. "Listen, I've got to go out in about an hour, I'm meeting Greg."

Pippa smirked. "Really?"

Polly picked up the dishcloth when she got over to the sink. She picked it up and a well-aimed throw made it hit Pippa in the side of the head.

"Oi!"

"Shut it then!"

The adults were so preoccupied in their own little argument that they didn't even notice Regan enter the room. Robyn did though and gave her a knowing wink. Regan mouthed for her to be quiet and crept further into the room.

"What's really going on with you and Greg then?" Pippa continued to tease, oblivious to her niece.

"Nothing" Polly replied defensively, "it's only our third date."

"Third? Wow! I'm surprised you didn't scare him away already!"

Polly didn't bother replying, she just glared.

"Seriously though" Pippa continued, "how is it going really? Has he met Robyn?"

"Yes, don't worry. He knows everything. He's even bumped in to Alex."

"Oooh." Pippa cringed, "how did that go?"

"Don't ask"

Regan's ball of water had somehow grown, she inched closer and closer to the two adults standing in the middle of the room. Becki and Robyn were both standing behind her, trying to hold back their giggles. Every now and then Regan would swing round and shoot them a glance which they instinctively knew meant, 'say anything and you'll die.'

"We're going to the Italian restaurant near the bowling alley, are you ok to watch Robyn?"

"Sure, I have to stay here with Becki anyway, one more won't make a lot of difference."

"What about Regan?" Polly asked.

At that moment, Priya came through the front door and walked into the kitchen, a split second after Regan had decided to throw the supernatural water bomb in their direction. It froze in mid air and everyone swung round to look at Priya.

"Oh, I don't think my daughter will be too much trouble" she said, Regan grimaced. "She'll be in her room all night anyway." She paused and looked down at her child. "Won't you?"

"Ummm.. Gotta go" Regan said quickly and ran out of the room.

Priya rolled her eyes, Regan was always trying it on. Despite her annoyance, she looked at her two cousins standing in the middle of the room, dripping wet and collapsed into a fit of giggles.

Pippa and Polly paused for a second, looking at each other. They too, fell about laughing.

Becki looked at her older cousin. "I think they've lost it," she said, and they both walked out the room.

* * *

"Be good for aunt Priya" Polly said, kissing her daughter on the head as she sat watching TV. Robyn shrugged. Polly walked towards the door, grabbing her coat on the way and met her older cousins look as she did so.

"She'll be alright" Priya said, "it's hard for her, you know. She doesn't understand why her parents aren't still together."

"I know!" Polly said, a little to loud and a bit more defensive than she intended. "We're still friends, I just don't love Alex like that any more."

Polly reached for the wooden door handle and looked blankly at her feet. She didn't want to go into all the sordid details again. She knew Priya was only trying to help but a voice of reason was not what she needed right now. She just wanted to go out, have a good time, and not think about her family for one night.

'Yeah right' she thought, as a cab pulled up outside the house. 'Like that's going to happen.'

"Hey gorgeous!" Greg stuck his head out the window and grinned as Polly made her way down the steps and through the gate. "Oh, hang on" he said, and disappeared back inside the car.

Polly shook her head and giggled at his goofy ways. Maybe and evening of fun wasn't out of the question.

"Shall we get going then?" he asked through gritted teeth as he attempted to talk with a rose in his mouth. Greg was wonderful, she really liked him, why couldn't she just get on with her life and have fun? She didn't love Alex, she didn't think she ever had in anyway more than as a friend. So why couldn't she move on?

Perhaps it was Robyn, holding her back. Her little girl was the most important thing in her life and she hated seeing her upset. Pippa had assured her that all kids we like that when their parents spilt up. She should know, the amount of times her and Luke had fallen out, but she had never remembered Becki being so down.

She snapped out of her self pity when Greg pulled her inside the cab and kissed her on the lips and handing her the rose. She gave a little shriek when he grabbed her but then smiled.

"Where are you taking me then?" she asked, doing her best to sound enthusiastic, "dinner?"

"Oh no" he replied, with a mischievous grin. "Far too boring."

* * *

"Hey Bex, I've got an idea." Regan walked into the room she shared with her two cousins and sat down on the floor. The 4 year old put down her colouring pen and looked up.

"Yay!" She squealed, "cookie fight!"

"No, not again." Regan tried to stifle a giggle. "It's more fun than that."

"Magic?"

Regan nodded. "I wanna cheer Robyn up. Come and help me."

Becki jumped up, with more energy than anyone else in the house could cope with half the time and Regan had to take a step backwards to avoid being pounced on. "Shhhhh!" she urged and Becki stopped. "Quiet. Our Moms are downstairs. I don't wanna get in trouble again."

"Trouble? Nooo.." Becki stopped and sat down again, continuing her picture.

"Don't be such a baby, you want to have fun right?"

She nodded.

"And you want Robyn to be happy?"

She nodded again.

"Well then."

"But Mommy knows" the little girl said, a hint of worry in her voice. "Mommy always knows."

Regan rolled her eyes. Her aunts' telepathy didn't half get on her nerves sometimes. But she had ways to work around it. "Trust me." She said, grabbing her cousin's hand. "It'll be great."

* * *

Joe came up behind Priya in their bedroom as she stood, ferreting around in her closet. He planted a kiss on the back of her neck and she jumped.

"Oh god, you scared me."

"Sorry" he replied and walked over to the sink. "What you up to?"

"I'm trying to find my sweater. Have you seen the blue one with the."

He silenced her by pulling her onto the bed. "Relax" he said, kissing her again.

Priya sighed and finally relented. "What's this in aid of?" she asked and he looked confused.

"What?"

"You're not usually this romantic."

An expression of mock hurt spread across his face. She shook her head at him. "Can't I show my wife a bit of love?"

"If you really want to show me love" she teased, "you can get off me and help me find my sweater."

* * *

"Robyn, come on honey."

Pippa crouched down beside her niece and offered her a plate of cookies. Robyn shook her head.

"What's up?"

Robyn shrugged but Pippa sat down on the sofa, showing no signs of giving up. She looked at her expectantly.

"Nothing" she replied, still pouting.

"Now, I know that's not true" she said, careful not to make Robyn angry. She could be really stubbon sometimes. Just like her mother.

"I want Daddy to come back and live with us."

Pippa sighed. "I know sweetie, but he can't. You still see him though, don't you?" She nodded. "Just think of the fun you could have."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you get twice as many presents on your birthday, you can play them off against each other."

The 7 year old giggled. "Aunt Pippa, I did that anyway."

Pippa laughed. "Yeah, that's true." She paused. "Becki's Daddy doesn't live here, and she has fun."

"But she's only little. And you and Uncle Luke still see each other loooooooooads!"

She highlighted that last point by stretching her arms wide and nearly knocking over the lamp. Pippa giggled. "Feeling better now?"

"Yup!"

"Want to come and help me cook dinner?"

"No thanks" she said politely, smiling. "I think I'll go upstairs and read my book."

The little girl hopped off the sofa and hurried upstairs. Pippa watched her for a moment, smiling and made her way into the kitchen."

* * *

"Pssst. Robyn." Regan and Becki poked their heads round the door looking vaguely like they had just stepped out of a spy movie.

"What?" Their middle cousin looked at them and rolled her eyes. She was far more sedate than they were and would much rather stay quiet and out of trouble.

"We've got something to show you!" Becki squealed exitedly. Regan shot her a glance and she quietened down.

"She's right though" Regan clarified. "Please come and see."

Robyn put down her book and grudgingly climbed off her bed. "I don't know what you two are up to" she said, "but you do know that aunt Pippa's downstairs?"

"Yes, we know. Never mind about her, we'll be all the way up in the attic, she won't be able to hear what we're thinking all the way up there."

* * *

"Save many lives today then?" Priya and Joe lay side by side on the bed, their heads resting on their pillows.

Joe chuckled and stroked his wife's hair. "No more than usual" he said, smiling. "You?"

"Nope" she said. "Did stop a warlock from robbing a bank though. You know, it was so much simpler when they just wanted to kill us."

"Policemen as well as super heros hey?" he said, and she promptly whacked him over the head with a spare cushion.

"Oi!" he put his arms up to defend off another thump. "Don't get too carried away, the kids are home." He winked at her. She paused for a moment in thought.

"Hey, talking of kids, where are they? I haven't seen them in a while."

Both of them looked at each other. That was never a good sign.

"REGAN!" Priya yelled, guessing that if anything was going on, her mischievious daughter would be behind it. "What are you lot up to?!"

Joe felt a drop of water hit the back of his neck and he looked up, to see a small damp patch, slowly but surely growing across the ceiling. She nudged Priya and she saw too.

"Oh god" she groaned, "What are they doing now?"