→ Anneliese & Will
"You've got to do it."

Anneliese smirked greatly, crossing her arms over her chest. Will had definitely better stop pouting at her that way, it was only making refusing him that much harder. And it really didn't help that his entire family was standing only a few meters behind them, egging them on loudly. They were even using the babies, trying to get her to think that she'd upset them, if---well. This just---no. She wasn't going to do it.

"It's tradition!" Erin crowed, and Will nodded furiously, his bottom lip sticking out even further.

"It's not our fault you're going on a Caribbean holiday," Deidra added. She was the only one sitting because she was ready to deliver the baby any day now, "Therefore, you're forcing us to move up the celerations."

"Yes," Will said, waving at his sister, "she's right, we have to. It's my birthday. Sort of."

Anneliese really couldn't believe that he was so honestly excited about it, because--he usually couldn't stand his family...but apparently this was important...ugh. Ugh, they better have the best bloody time in Bermuda, honestly.

"Fine---" Anneliese finally agreed with a nod, and her lips weren't even shut after the short word before Will's arms lifted her up and over his shoulder. Anneliese let out a shriek and grabbed her nose and shut her mouth a split second before they plummeted into the pond in the Jugson backyard, surrounded by the cheers of the rest of the clan.

Stupid traditions.


→ Mackenzie & Sebastian
Mackenzie never liked being a spoilsport.

In school she never really said no to the mean tricks her Slytherin friends wanted to play on other people because she didn't want to upset them. During her intern days, she'd rather die from some unknown fatal virus then miss her rounds and have someone get annoyed with her. So, no, she liked letting people have their fun, letting them get whatever they were doing done, but this morning? It was becoming far too hard not to laugh at her husband and son, who---oh, she couldn't see them, her face was pressed into the pillow of her bed, eyes shut tightly---who were making some sort of attempt to surprise her.

"Bring it to Mama," Sebastian's voice whispered. "No--don't eat it, Anthony---just. Here, look, like this---"

"Like dis?"

"Yes, now---whoa, ah---let me get the glass--"

"I got it!"

"No, no you're going to---"

"Papa!"

"Tony!"

Mackenzie had to shift to bury her entire face into the pillow, and bring the blanket over her head to stop the laughter. The quick movements caused the two men (or, well--boys) in the room to freeze, and finally there was some jingling and then tugging on her blanket. Mackenzie let it be pulled off and Anthony's bright face was grinning widely, arms stretched out.

"Hap'y Birt'day Mama!" he shrieked, and Mackenzie pulled him up in a hug, looking up at Sebastian who had taken over control of her breakfast in bed tray.


→ Miranda & Ralph
Miranda rolled over, arm stretching out to find Ralph, but was startled when she didn't feel her husband's body. Her eyes blinked open slowly, and it occurred to her that she wasn't even in their bedroom. Puzzled by this at first, Miranda's eyes focused on the side table with the large bouquet of daisies, and she immediately remembered where she was.

Shutting her eyes again, she rolled onto her back and covered her face with her hand. The room was quiet, but that wasn't going to last long, she knew. Which wasn't really a problem, no, no, she didn't have a problem at all with what was going to start making a ruckus and lots and lots of noisy noise. Miranda pushed herself up and sat back against the headboard, propping the pillow up behind her as she watched the door intently. She should be getting dressed, this hospital gown wasn't doing her any justice, and just as she pulled the blanket off of her body, the door opened.

She grinned so wide that it began to hurt. Ralph looked so handsome, even if he was probably running on only two days of sleep. Hell, she had no idea how he was even standing, but it probably had to do with the pink bundle in his arms that was beginning to squirm.

"She's up?" Miranda asked excitedly, leaning forward. Ralph nodded and she scooted over to let him sit beside her on the bed. Oh, Victoria was so pretty, it was bloody ridiculous. She had reddish hair and dimples. Dimples! There were dimples on their baby's face, and today they'd be able to take her home! It'd been the longest two days ever, but Miranda was more than ready to show her off to all of their friends and family. Her eyes flicked up to Ralph, and Miranda gasped, "Oh! I forgot! Your birthday!"

She quickly kissed him, absolutely stunned that she'd forgotten her husband's birthday. She hadn't missed it in years. Ralph grinned, though, returning the kiss and then looking back down at Victoria.

"S'alright, I got my present already."

"Aww, sap."

"Proud of it, babe."


→ Alice & Frank
There was chocolate everywhere.

Oh, that was so naughty. Naughty. Alice had done something naughty...a few times. She wasn't exactly sure what the proper etiquette was, for after-sex time, but she supposed that they would be figuring it out soon enough. Or, well. Frank seemed to be asleep, so Alice was assuming that it was her job to decide if this was going to be the regular after-sex activities.

...huh. Her eyes scanned down her rather naked body, trying to find a spot that wasn't covered in chocolate. She and Marlie had joked about this, made those kind of eyes at each other when these topics came up, but she'd never really imagined she'd partake in something so, yes, using the word again---naughty.

Well. She'd enjoyed it, thoroughly. Frank had too, as was obvious by his own very-chocolate-covered body. And face. His face had chocolate all over, and even though they'd just shared the most intimate of intimate things, Alice still found herself blushing. Not only had they had sex (sex, sex, sex, she couldn't stop thinking about sex, it was so unbelievably amazing), but they'd also told each other that they loved the other. Frank Longbottom was in love with her. And now he was having sex with her.

That might seem a bit suspicious, taken out of context, but Alice trusted his feelings and knew the words didn't come just because they were so close to having sex. Making love. No, no. Sex sounded better.

She laid back down and picked up Frank's rather heavy arm to drape it over her. Alice snuggled as tightly as she could against him, and waited to see if the closeness of her body would wake him. They still had a good hour or so until the other boys were back, and even then---there were silencing charms.

"Is it still my birthday?" Frank's voice rumbled into her shoulder. Alice grinned and nodded, gasping slightly as Frank found a spot that wasn't layered in chocolate.


→ Emmeline & Caradoc
"Sex, I want sex. I have already told you this. Numerous. Times."

Emmeline sighed, dropping her head to her shoulder and letting her hair spill over and out of the weak braid she'd put it in. Caradoc's hands on her thighs gripped a bit tighter, and she swatted at them, but they didn't move or loosen up. Her straddling position on top of his waist didn't help her case, but she could try.

"You already get sex," she said with a roll of her eyes, hands pushing down into his stomach gently. She had basically tackled him to her couch when he wouldn't give a real answer to her question, and they'd been sitting for a good half an hour debating the true meaning of a birthday present. Which was really making wanting to give him a present rather difficult, but she was going to be a good girlfriend and deal for the day.

"But, this is birthday sex. Birthday sex is very, very different," Caradoc said with a sagely nod, and his hands took this as permission to slip up under her shirt. Emmeline's however, put a blockade up from his hands' destination. "Honestly?"

"Well," she began, smirking as his hands dropped, "I just want to know if there's anything else you'd want! Just having sex, I mean---it's not special, is it?"

He shifted, arms wrapping around her waist tightly. Emmeline had to admit it was an awkward position, but her arms went over his shoulders anyway as she pouted, swatting his nose with hers. Always bloody pouting at him, but she couldn't help herself, most days. Most days he was being difficult for no reason, therefore giving her many reasons to pout.

"Do you want me to say it's always special," Caradoc drawled, mouth millimeters from hers. Emmeline felt herself go dizzy, and she blinked furiously, "or would you rather me be honest and tell you that there's nothing else I want? From anyone?"

She smirked and kissed him soundly, still sure that she was going to make him a cake after they were done.