This is quite a small opening chapter. I'm not very good at writing huge long fics, I tend to struggle with them however i'm determined to give this a good go and try and write something substantial! The idea for this came from a fic I read from another fandom although my take on it will try and be different. Hopefully you'll be interested and please leave reviews!

"So Mrs Smith, have we got a name for this little darling yet?"

Claire Smith looked to her husband as they leant over the incubator, he lifted his eyes from his daughter and nodded at her in confirmation. "Anna. Anna May Smith."

"Beautiful."

"Suits her perfectly then." Kevin Smith said, stroking his daughter's face her blue eyes fixed on his.

"Kevin, love did you get that extra bottle of wine when you were out?" They'd been home a few days and this was the first guests they'd had since.

"Claire, will you please stop rushing around and remember you've just had a baby." He stood rocking Anna in their living room watching his wife bustle about plumping cushions and straightening various ornaments on the fireplace. "Besides, it's only Maggie and Paul, they know how hard it is to keep a tidy house especially with kids tunning about. What age are the boys now 15 and 8?"

"I know, but it had looked like a bomb hit it earlier." She smiled at her husbands eye roll and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips, wary of the sleeping baby in his arms. "Liam is 16 and wee John is 10 next week."

At the moment the door bell rang. "Here, take Anna. I'll get the door."

Claire swayed Anna from side to side, and greeted her friend as she walked in the door. "Let me see her, oh Claire, she's stunning."

The friends embraced and Maggie stroked Anna's cheek just as she opened her eyes. Maggie's husband Paul had followed them in, "She's a looker there Kev. You sure she's yours?" They all laughed.

"Here, Maggie have a hold." Claire noticed the young boy hovering at the sitting room door. "John Bates I think you're mothers been keeping you in a grow bag, look how tall you're getting."

John grinned proudly, "I'm tallest in my class now Mrs Smith."

"How many times do I need to tell you, call me Claire! Now come away in, would you like a hold of Anna?"

He immediately looked wary, "I don't know how." He looked to his mum.

"You sit in the armchair... there you go...and you're mum will pass her over. Just relax and support her head." Gently he took the baby in his arms. "You're a natural."

John looked down at the baby in his arms. She was wide awake now, flailing her fists in his direction. Feeling more confident, he gently caught one. He gasped as her little fist enclosed round his finger.

"I think she likes you."

"I like her too." he whispered smiling down.