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Anna had slept really late last night, around three in the morning. Her life had gotten pretty busy this past week with dance and school, and not to mention moving in with her new family. They’ve all grown to be really close, and she hoped it would stay that way.

But this Saturday, she wanted to sleep in a bit. She needed the sleep. So being awakened by her stepbrother was definitely unpleasant, “Ollie,” she groaned, rolling over so her back faced him, “Give me five more minutes.” The brunette shut her eyes tight, trying to fall back asleep.

After managing to slip into sleep for a few more moments, she was wakened once more. This time, by little Nancy. She gasped and sat up immediately to hold the toddler dwn, not wanting her to fall off the bed. “Okay, okay! I’m up!” She laughed, hugging Nancy close, “What’s up, princess?”

          Nancy let out a small squeal and a giggle as Anna stopped her from bouncing, slightly breathless from the effort she had put into getting her to be awake. "Did it!" She grinned now at Ollie, smiling because she had managed to wake Anna up. Especially since he couldn't do so in the amount of time he had been up here. Which, to Nancy, seemed like hours.

          "We go'n 'o th' beac'!" Grinned the girl, playfully looking at her with excitement. Her bucket and spade along with swimming costume already in the back of her mother's car. Which Ollie had been bestowed with for this Saturday in order to take her out. "C'mon!" She gave an effort-filled push to Anna, attempting to make her move but it virtually did nothing to the older girl.

           "Hey, be nice." Ollie told her with a stern look, broken by a smile on his face. "Anna's up now, so how about we head downstairs and wait for her to get ready?" He swooped the girl in his arms, giving her a hug.

          "Bu' we wai'ed 'oo long a'ready!" Moaned Anna with a sigh.

          Ollie pinched her nose with a laugh, "Give her twenty, we'll go watch some Disney Junior, okay?" 

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6: Finger Kiss

           Ollie despised babysitting his little sister. Not to a point where he was just generally hated spending time with the toddler, Ollie just could not handle the thought of the responsibility it gave him. What if she choked? What if she fell down the toilet? Or the stairs? What if she slipped, hit her head, and had to go to the ER? No, kids just were not his forte. They were too fragile for him to deal with.

           Despite this slight phobia his mother saw fit to leave him alone one Saturday watching the little girl. Luckily for Oliver, the weekend was the weekend, and that meant Anna could be called into action.

                      —-Hey, Banana, I have a job for you. 

            —-It’s way early on a Saturday, Ollie Cakes.

                      —-You’re lazy and I have a child who could use a playmate that’s less

                           cranky than I.

            —-Really? I’ll be there soon.

           He was amused at how easy it had been to get Anna to come over and help him out, but he knew the teenager was more than happy to spend some time with Nancy, even if it was eight in the morning.

          “Hey, little lady bug, you want some breakfast before Anna comes to play?” Ollie asked crouching to the child who was fidgeting on a play mat with a toy car and a princess, her eyes focusing purely upon Tinker Bell on the TV screen.

           Oliver didn’t wait for an answer, the girl could barely say yes, no, and his name at the moment, so why would she bother to say something more? Besides, if he didn’t feed her he probably would be told off later for not looking after her fully. In the kitchen he had set up the wooden high chair, putting the fifteen month old into it before strapping her in tightly.

          “There ya’ go.” Ollie smiled at her, exaggeratedly. Turning around to grab a pink bowl full of some porridge, along with an accompanying pink and purple baby spoon. He laid them onto the high chair’s top with a grin. “Can you feed yourself? Show your Ollie what you can do.”

           ”No.” She looked at him, a little upset that now he had taken her away from her film and toys.

            “Hey, you can go back to those after breakfast, but you have to eat for me, please.” Of course, it was met by another loud no from the child. “Fine, you’re staying put until it’s all gone.” He huffed now, taking a seat on a dining chair by the little girl, trying his best to scoop some of the lumpy mixture onto the spoon and feed it to her. It ended with Nancy’s little cheeks being covered by the horrible food. “Nance, please.” Pleaded Ollie, his hand basically began to tear his hair out, the bowl and spoon on the dining table away from the girl. “Will you have your bottle instead?”

            With a small nod of her head, Ollie sighed in relief. It wasn’t proper food, but for now it would do. “Okay, I’ll warm that up, but you have to stay put until I get back.” He walked to her, wiping her cheeks of the porridge before ruffling up the small tufts of brown hair on her head. “Two seconds.” Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, he headed into the kitchen.

           Boiling the kettle was a task on it’s own, the fake cries of Nancy in the other room seemed to be droned out by the loud object, but it still wasn’t enough. The longer it took the less patience Ollie had. He gave up on it part way through it’s boiling to just grab it and fill the jug regardless. Dropping the bottle into it hastily as he did so.

            The home was that noisy he almost missed Anna’s knock upon the home door. It wasn’t until Nancy seemed to curiously stop crying that Ollie walked back to the dining room to see what was going on. Had someone kidnapped his baby sister? Then the knock came again. “That should be Anna.” He told Nancy, undoing her straps to swoop the girl into his arms. Walking to the door his hand swept the tears off of her face from her previous tantrum, then he opened the door to see his step sister standing there, slightly frazzled.

           ”You could have at least given me more direct directions.” The girl complained before one foot had even stepped into the home. She did moments later, removing her jacket and boots by the stairs of the home.

           He shut the door behind her with a laugh, “Good morning to you too, Anna.” Then rolled his practically grey eyes.

           ”Oh, hush, less of the snark.” The dancer told him, turning around with a roll of her own eyes. Then she smiled to Nancy, who had actually stayed quiet for a moment. “And this must be Nancy, look at you, you little Princess.” Her hands held out, and Ollie gratefully passed the child over.

            “Little monster, more like.” Oliver muttered, leading Anna and Nancy through to the living room. He flopped himself down on one of the chairs facing a sofa and tried his best to turn his attention to anything other than Tinker Bell on the TV screen.

            “Is your Ollie Cakes being a Grumpy Wump?” Anna asked to the girl, laughing as she sat down with her, Nancy on her lap.

           ”Don’t start teaching her your awful rhyming scheme.” Ollie teased distantly, looking to Anna with a slight smile on his face, “I don’t need my little sister saying crump-y or something worse.”

           Anna’s eyes rolled, “She’s a baby, just be lucky she even knows what a rhyme is.” Then she observed the infant chewing upon her hand hungrily. “She’s hungry.” Anna informed Ollie.

           ”Yeah, well she decided she didn’t want breakfast.” Oliver huffed, with a sigh. “But her bottle is on the side in the kitchen.” Anna sent him a glare before looking back to the child.

           ”Okay, Anna’s going to get you your bottle, alright? Two seconds.” Then she let the girl sit back on her play mat.  Nancy already reclaiming the princess and car in each of her hands. Anna then left the room, heading into the dining room and the connected kitchen. She spotted the bottle in its jug upon the side and huffed when she headed to take it out.

            It was too early for her even, especially since she hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. Looking back on it, Anna figured she should have tipped the somewhat boiling water out of the jug before thrusting her hand in to get the bottle. She, however, did not on that day. “OW!” Anna yelled. Her charred fingers reaching into her mouth with the tingle of a burn, luckily the water wasn’t hot enough to scald her.

           Ollie heard Anna’s yell from where he sat, and his head snapped to the doorway in worry. He rose quickly, scooping up Nancy in his arms so quick that the girl dropped the princess and car with a clatter to the wooden floor. He headed to the kitchen in worry, “What, what’s wrong?”

           ”Nothing, I burned my fingers.” Anna had informed him.

           Nancy looked with curious blue eyes to her big brother, a little upset now that not only was she hungry, she had no toys or Tinker Bell to entertain her. “Uh, oh, Anna got a boo-boo.” Ollie spoke to her, hoping to quell her disapproval of the situation for a moment. He walked closer to Anna, taking her tingling hand into his own to check them over. It didn’t look burned, but they never really did. It was more of a lingering ache that was the bitch with burned fingers. “I think you need to kiss those better, Nance.” Ollie informed the girl, with a nod of his head.

           She looked curious at Anna’s hand. Oliver decided to prompt her into doing so, not entirely thinking at that moment. He still held Anna’s hand in his own and he raised it to his lips to give her fingers a gentle kiss. “See, can Nancy do?”

            Then the girl lent in, giving a mock kiss to Anna’s fingers with a loud, “MWAH.”  and a grin showing she was proud of herself.