Hi, people! New chapter here. I'd like to dedicate this one to River Laren, one of my real life best friends. We have this deal that she will read and review my COD stories as long as I do the same for her Naruto ones, although I don't like anime and she doesn't play COD.

Disclaimer: Olivia is my own creation. I don't own anything else.

"Mal, stop arguing with me!" Natara groaned one morning. "You're doing this."

"You know I'm not huge on parties…"

"I don't care. We've already planned this, and it's Olivia's first birthday. You're staying right here for the whole party, you're gonna be happy about it, and you're gonna help me clean when we're done." Natara hung a streamer over the kitchen counter.

Mal scowled. "And you know I hate the Happy Birthday song." Natara started to hum the dreadful song, and he glared at her.

"You can put up with it for fifteen seconds. It's one day of the year. But you have to be here. Please?" Natara begged. Olivia toddled over and grabbed the leg of Mal's jeans, wanting to be held.

"Maybe… but whoever wrote that song needs to be shot in the-"

"Mal!"

"I was just gonna say the stomach…" he said innocently.

"Uh huh." Natara rolled her eyes. Olivia yanked on Mal's pants and grunted impatiently. He picked her up, and she smiled mischievously and started to sing. She had added Kai's name to her song, to Mal's immense disgust, and she sang it constantly.

"Okay, since I have to hear her sing Kai's name now, if people start singing the birthday song, I'm shooting every person in the room," Mal complained.

"You do that." Natara reached into the fridge and pulled out two cakes, one small one especially for Olivia, and one for the guests. A tray of cookies and a tub of ice cream soon followed, and Olivia's jaw quite possibly would have hit the floor had she been standing.

"Ooh…" she whispered, pointing a chubby finger at the counter full of treats. She reached her arms out, trying desperately to reach them from six feet away.

Amy, Ken, and Kai soon arrived. Maria had planned on coming, but had to cancel at the last moment. But despite the small amount of guests, the coffee table in the kitchen was piled high with gifts. Olivia had seen them, but refused to leave the kitchen.

She was wearing a party hat that nearly reached her eyes, and she sat on the counter, holding a cardboard hat out like an offering. Mal scowled. "No."

Olivia smiled sweetly and continued to hold it. He shook his head again, and she pouted, sticking her bottom lip out. "I said no…" She widened her eyes and before giving him a tiny peck on the cheek. He groaned in frustration, and Olivia placed the hat on his head with an innocent smile.

Natara smirked. "I knew she could get you to wear it."

"How the hell did I just lose an argument with someone who only knows three words?"

"Because she has you wrapped around her finger." Natara lifted Olivia into her highchair and placed the small cake in front of her. "Ready for your cake?" Olivia nodded frantically, and Natara lit the candle. Mal covered his ears as the group began to sing the song he hated, and when he looked at Olivia, she had covered her ears, a look of disgust on her face. She blew the candle out with all her might and grabbed it in her fist, throwing it to the floor with a shout.

"Alright then…" Natara picked the candle up and threw it away. Olivia dug into her cake with both hands, shoveling handfuls into her mouth.

Mal smirked. "Told you that song was terrible." He fixed himself a plate and sat down at the table.

Kai attempted to sneak a bite of the small cake, but Olivia let out a fierce growl, baring her pearly white baby teeth at him.

"Taking cake from a baby? That's really low," Mal commented.

"What? No… I mean, yes! I mean… your kid's an animal!" Kai defended, backing away from the little girl. Olivia nodded approvingly and resumed eating.

Mal smirked. "Atta girl."

Once Olivia was finished, Natara lifted her out of the highchair. "C'mon, messy girl. Let's clean up and then you can open your presents." Olivia grinned cheekily and clapped her hands. Once the icing and cake had been wiped off of her face and removed from her hair, Olivia made her way into the kitchen and smiled at the mountain of gifts on the table, some as big as she was.

She had finished opening her second gift, a stuffed duck and an outfit from Amy, when there was a knock at the door. Mal went to open it, and he stared in shock when he saw who stood on the other side of the door.

"Didn't I teach you not to stare?" Jacob Fallon asked, smiling nonchalantly at his son.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I pulled a few strings."

Mal scowled. "I mean, why? You're supposed to be in prison, and now you're in a room with cops."

"I heard there was a party, and when I found out it was my granddaughter, I had to come!"

"Dad…"

"Look, I'll go back to where I came from! The most I've seen of the kid is a couple of pictures!" his father defended. Olivia walked over to show Mal one of her new toys, and she eyed Jacob in confusion.

The rest of the guests were silent as they watched the scene unfold. Jacob looked down at his granddaughter, and was met by familiar cobalt blue eyes.

"Dad, seriously. How did you get here?"

"What is this, twenty questions? I'm just good buddies with a couple of officers, and they managed to get me out long enough to come here. If it makes you feel any better, I have to wear a hideous ankle bracelet, and they're keeping guard to make sure I don't take off."

Mal still scowled, but he could see the ankle bracelet poking through the hem of Jacob's jeans, and he moved aside to allow his father into the apartment. Olivia immediately reached for the present Jacob carried, and dug into it the moment he set it down in front of her. She pulled out a set of water guns and a red kite. Although she was too young to use them, she grinned and added them to her pile of new toys.

She made her way to the couch and lifted her arms, wanting him to pick her up. Jacob did so, and Olivia stuck a sparkly bow in his hair.

Mal smirked. "Now I'm not the only one looking like a fool."

The new word seemed to catch Olivia's attention. "Fool!"

I know, you're probably getting tired of me ending these with her saying a new word. But I couldn't come up with anything else. Please review!

I decided to give you guys a preview of sorts: Next up, Natara takes Olivia for her first, and quite possibly last, trip to the store.