shimmerandsing | The Twins: Year one.

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The Twins: Year one.

"Happy birthday to youuuuuu..." Alison was singing to the twins as she got them bathed and dressed for their very first birthday party. She had been singing all day. All sorts of songs, with Happy Birthday randomly thrown in. Hana giggled every time Alison elongated the word 'you'. Aiden was too busy playing with the plushie frog face on his new shirt.

"Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuu!" More giggles. Alison tugged a pink shirt with a fluffy, white lamb's face on it over the little girl's head. Each baby had matching pants and little socks to go with the shirts.

She scooped up one wiggle worm in each arm and headed down the stairs to the living room. "Happy birthday, Aiden and Hanaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Happy Birthday to you!"

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The pink bike rolled along on a wobbly path. Hana giggled the whole way. But, she wasn't so good at steering yet. The bike took a wobbly turn and thumped into grandpa's foot.

Hana peered up at him with a baffled expression until he made 'crashing' noises and then she laughed again. Alison laughed, too, and turned the bike around to set the baby biker back onto a safer path.

Once Aiden started moving, he got wide-eyed. His little knuckles went white on the handlebars. He wasn't too sure about this whole moving not on his own and not in Mommy or Daddy's arms.

Longshot duck-walked along with Aiden. Staying crouched right beside his son was tantamount. He gently kept his hand on Aiden's back to let him know Daddy was still there with him.

Hana had none of the misgivings that Aiden had. She was all wide smiles as she zoomed around the living room with mommy following close behind. Each family member got bumped into at least once.

Soon, she was chasing her brother...

Hana had problems with swimming initially. Aiden was having problems with moving not on Daddy power. Also, EVERYONE WAS WATCHING HIM.

Eventually, he got more comfortable. Having his Daddy right there helped. Now, his forehead was scrunched as he tried to figure out how pulling the handlebars this way and that made his ride move differently. He was completely unaware of his sister behind him.

Vroom! Hana giggled even louder when her bike bumped into Daddy's butt! Rear end collision!

"I hope you've got insurance, lady!" Alison told her laughing daughter as she moved Hana and bike to a safer spot.

"Yipe!" Longshot flailed when his butt was unceremoniously bumped into. Thankfully, his shocked arms never touched Aiden to knock him off the bike. In fact, the wee blond boy didn't seem to notice as he turned right toward Aunt Asuka's legs.

Longshot teetered forward and caught himself. He stuck his rear in the air enough to peer through his legs. "I'm watching you, baby girl..."

"Daddy!" Hana chirped and laughed again. Daddy's butt was in the air! Now it was too high to hit. Instead, she vroom'd her little bike at auntie Gloria Jean. Chasey!

Alison trailed behind her little speed demon with her hands poised for grabbing if Hana teetered. Otherwise, she didn't interfere with the reckless driving.

Gloria Jean squeaked and tried to move out of the way of the rampaging speedster! She scooted across the room with fast, quick steps.

"Help!"

Oh no! Hana's little reflexes are not fast enough to turn the corner and chase after Gloria Jean. Curses!

Instead, she thunks to a stop at Dakota's leg. Oops!

Dakota had watched the baby coming right at his legs. He at least made sure his wife's legs were out of the way before impact. Then there was collision!

He waited a long minute before he slowly said: "Ow."

Hana looked uuuuuup at her tall uncle sitting with auntie Rogue. She blinked wide, blue eyes at him as her hands came off the handlebars.

"Ow?" She gave him an inquisitive look and stuck the fingers of one hand into her mouth.

Dakota looked down at the wee blond girl looking up at him. He thankfully wouldn't bruise. Or if he did, it wouldn't last. Though he was trying to understand Alison's machinations. First, she tried stealing Gloria Jean. Now, she was having her cute minion try to run over the girl.

He nodded at Hana. "Yep. Ow."

Alison gave Dakota a serene look. There were no machinations. Her babies were just exuberant. Energetic! And she was priming them for motorcycle riding later in their lives.

Except that her little girl was looking at her uncle with sad eyes. She didn't mean to hurt! Her little lip wobbled.

Rogue slaps her husband lightly on the chest. "Now, look what y'all did."

She bends over to pluck Hana from the bike and cuddle her. "It's okay, sweetpea. Uncle Dakota is just being a mean ole poopyhead. He'll be okay."

He gets an elbow in his ribs to make him chime in.

His wife got Dakota to grunt softly not once, but twice. He hadn't meant to make the girl cry! He didn't even sound hurt!

"It's okay, little flower," Dakota assured as he rubbed the backs of his fingers gently down one chubby cheek. "I'll heal. Don't even feel it now. It's okay."

Hana sniffled and snuggled with her auntie Rogue. She didn't mean to be bad! But, Uncle Dakota was talking to her, so maybe she wasn't in too much trouble!

Aiden peered over from his four-wheeler to see what was wrong with his sister.

Longshot was supposed to be giving Dakota the stink eye. Except he couldn't because he was saving his Mom from getting her toes run over by his son. Easiest way to do that was to pluck Aiden off his toy and make him fly.

"Nnnnnnroooooooom. Flyboy Aiden requesting his first birthday cake." Aiden swooped, dove, and nearly touched the ceiling beams.

"Birthday cake time," Alison sang to her daughter as she gently scooped Hana out of Rogue's arms. The baby was still a little sniffly, but Alison bet anything that a birthday cake of her very own would cheer her up quick.

She carried Hana into the kitchen where two high chairs were set up beside the regular table. Hana was seated in one chair and watched in fascination as a cake for the grownups was set out and sliced. Once both kids were seated, Alison brought out the baby smash cakes. One little cake for each birthday baby.

"We better sing quick," Alison advised the guests. "These won't last long."

Longshot brought in Aiden ahead of the crowd of party goers. He settled the newly minted one year old in his high chair and kissed the top of his wee head.

"Okay! Double time!" Longshot raised his hands to direct the choir like he had seen on TV.

"HappyBirthdayToYouHappyBirthdayToYouHappyBirthdayDearAidenAnd HanaaaaaaaaaaaHappyBirthdayToYoooooooooooooooooooou!"

John laughed and sang along more quietly from the back. He had Lisa in his arms, holding her up so she could see the babies over the rest of the guests. Lisa matched Longshot for speed and volume of singing. John was going to be deaf in one ear for a while.

When the singing was done, he put Lisa down so she could run for a piece of cake.

Gloria Jean had been right on Longshot's heels going in. So, she was right up front to sing along. Except it was hard to keep singing when she was giggling at the conducting.

Dakota thought his deeper voice added a nice touch to the chipmunk chorus.

They almost made it! The twins took a long moment to stare wide-eyed at the sugary treats set in front of them. But, each one had a fist full of frosting by the second 'Happy Birthday to you'.

Alison laughed and shook her head as cake and frosting went everywhere. Oh, grandma and auntie Asuka would have a fun time with baths tonight.

Asuka was eying her niece and nephew as the cake for the adults was getting passed out. She would have sighed, but she knew it was futile. She mentally called dibs on Hana. Her mother could deal with the boy who thought he was a frog.

Lisa was second in line for cake. Gloria Jean beat her by seconds! But, that was okay. She still got some. And they sat together at the table, giggling at the babies tearing through their cake. Mmmmm... cake.

John waited, leaning up against the door frame as the others went for cake. He didn't mind being last. Stampedes scared him.

Rogue gets a piece for her and her husband before the boys swoop in asking for huge chunks of cake. She settles down a chair away from Gloria Jean, leaving the chair next to her step-daughter for Dakota.

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