Hey guys! I start up school again soon which basically means I gotta write as much as I can while I still can. I'm trying here, you know? I mean it's alot of fun because I don't particularly like leaving my room anyway. Let me know what you think, feel free to message me anytime, and send me your ideas

-Aislin

Happy didn't quite understand the reasoning behind throwing a one year old a birthday party, but Toby wasn't going to let that stop him from throwing Nessa a birthday party. Happy had gotten her a plush wrench.

"Happy, come on," Toby called baby in his arms. "We gotta get to the garage for the party."

"I still think this is completely ridiculous," Happy announced as she walked towards the door. She took Nessa from Toby carefully, and moved her into her carseat. She then lifted the seat and handed it to Toby.

"Why do I have to carry her?" Toby complained. Happy shot him a look. "Right, right because you carried her around by yourself for 9 months, and you think that means you never have to do anything again ever again. Can I just say that she is much heavier now than she was then?" Happy shot him another look. "And I'm bigger than you, so therefore it's my job to carry our one year old."

"Glad you got there on your own," She leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Well if I get that out of this, it must be worth it," Toby chuckled. Happy grabbed the keys to their pretty new Chevy Suburban. After researching the car, Happy had come to the conclusion that it was safe for a family and didn't look too much like a soccer mom car. Selling her motorcycle had kind of sucked though. It didn't make sense to keep it anymore.

"Let's go, Toby," She ordered. "We don't want to be late."

"I thought you didn't want to go."

"I don't, but we can't be late to our own party."

"She doesn't even like this," Happy observed from her seat at the table. Paige and Toby were currently parading Nessa around the garage. Nessa had been complaining by wrinkling her nose, and occasionally crying, but Paige and Toby insisted on continuing.

"Yes, she does," Toby insisted.

"Happy, come on!" Paige laughed. "Relax. Let loose. It's all fun." Happy stood up and walked over and took the baby from Paige.

"Nope," She dismissed before they could start complaining. "She doesn't like it, and that's that. You will not force her to do something she doesn't like."

"You're such a party pooper," Toby complained. Happy sat back down, and looked up at Toby. She raised her eyebrow at him as Nessa grabbed at Happy's fingers. "And you're perfect and I love you."

"You're such a wimp," Paige noted from the side. "Unlike you, I'm not scared of Happy." Paige took Nessa back out of her arms. Nessa screamed and Happy's face contorted with anger.

"Mama!" Nessa cried loudly. Everyone in the room froze.

"Did she?" Toby questioned.

"She did," Happy grinned.

"Baby said her first word on her birthday," Cabe laughed. "She's making it real easy for us to remember her important events. Give her to Pops," He ordered. Paige passed him Nessa. "November 10th or nothing, huh kid?"

"To be fair, we have no trouble remembering her firsts," Toby decided.

"It's not hard," Happy chuckled.

"Happy, what happened on December 15th?" Toby prompted.

"She smiled in response to something we did," Happy supplied.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're geniuses," Cabe dismissed. "Well, she's making it easy on her Pops. She's a pretty easy baby all together."

"Cabe, I hate to disagree with you," Toby started. "But you weren't there on the day that she decided that screaming for 10 hours was a good idea. She isn't that easy."

"Most babies are harder to deal with than this little princess right here," Cabe grinned. "She started sleeping through the night at 4 months old. I know that the standard is five to six months. You two are just going to have to accept the fact that I'm right here."

"I have to disagree, Cabe," Paige announced. "All babies are difficult."

Cabe laughed quietly. "I guess you're right, kid." He continued to coo at Nessa trying to get her to talk again.

"I don't think chocolate ice cream cake was the cleanest of ideas," Happy observed.

"But she loves it," Toby smiled at their daughter. Nessa was covered head to toe with cake and she was grinning at her parents seemingly proudly.

"You bought it," Happy noted. "So you have to clean her up."

"But you're so good at getting her clean," Toby whined. Happy rolled her eyes.

"The way I see it," Happy started. "You clean the Nessa or you walk home," She threatened. She then left the table and began to move all the gifts from the team from the garage to the van. Toby watched her for a minute before picking up his baby girl and bringing her into the bathroom.

"Why you gotta do this to me, sweetheart? Do you get some sort of satisfaction?" He questioned.

Her only response was, "Da!" Toby grinned.

She had put Nessa to bed 15 minutes ago. When she had returned to their room, she had found Toby asleep and snoring. Not exactly what you'd expect from a man who claimed to be a party animal.

"Curtis, up," She ordered. He didn't move. "Curtis, you'd better get up," She hit him on the chest. He grabbed her hand and pulled her in next to him. "Ok, sleeping Toby can't do that. You're awake."

"You'd be surprised at what I can accomplish while asleep," He mumbled as he opened his eyes.

"Doc, I've slept next you long enough to know that once you knock out you don't move," She pointed out.

"Fair enough," He laughed sleepily. "By the way, I got you something."

"For what reason?" She asked. "It's not my birthday."

"It's your anniversary of being a mom," He stated simply. "One year ago today, you became a mom, and that's important, right?"

"You didn't spend that much money, right?" She clarified. "Because really we're supposed to be saving for he-"

"Relax," He sighed. "A present here and there isn't a bad thing. Here," He offered a small box out to her. She opened it slowly. It was another charm, a pacifier.

"Toby, don't you think I jingle enough when I walk?" She put it on her bracelet quickly. Despite her complaints, Toby knew she loved it.