"Well, I think that looks rather good. What do you think?"

A beaming face stared up at her, eyes bright and chubby cheeks burnished pink, flecked with white from the flour that had somehow flew free from the mixing bowl in quite a generous quantity.

"Yay, cake!"

Two little arms shot into the air, and caused the chair that their owner was perched upon to rock slightly on its legs. Anna was quick to notice and threw herself forward, circling both arms around her little boy. It seemed like only yesterday when he was bundled in blankets, tiny face with perfect features peeking out, cradled in her arms. So small and so precious. Time had gone she didn't quite know where. He was getting so big now, growing day by day. Everyone commented that while he had her fair colouring, it was likely that he would take after John in height, and he was already proving the prediction right.

She seized the opportunity to give him a squeeze, revelling in his sweet laughter and squirming as she held him close to her.

"Yay, indeed," she chimed, pressing a kiss above his ear. "Now, we'll have to put it in the oven for a little while first, because if we try to eat it now – "

She pretended to scoop some of the mixture up with her fingers, scrunching up her face in mock disgust on 'tasting'. Johnny, far from being deterred, found her display highly amusing, his little shoulders shaking with giggles.

" – it won't be very nice at all. It won't take long, though." She smiled wide to reassure him, before lifting him from where he stood on the chair with a slightly exaggerated 'oof!' Her hands landed on her hips as she glanced around the kitchen, and in a matter of seconds, Johnny mimicked her stance, which made her stutter out a laugh.

"Dear me. I hadn't realised what a mess we had made."

The kitchen had turned into quite the picture, bowls scattering the counter-top, which was covered liberally with flour and sugar – indeed, she wasn't entirely sure that there was much of either substance left in their respective bags. Most of the eggs had gone into the mixture, which was good news, but some cracked casualties had ended up on the floor, and she had to be careful where she placed her steps.

"Oops."

She couldn't stop herself from giggling at her boy's innocent appraisal.

"We'll have to clean this up," she paused to glance at the clock, keeping an eye to the time. Where had the afternoon gone to? "Luckily, Mummy is used to working quickly. Because the next job will be to get you all tidied up too, my sweet-pea."

She was reminded of her housemaid days as she went at rapid speed, scrubbing and wiping. She let Johnny do some sweeping with the broom, although she was careful to keep him to his own patch of the floor which was quite tidy to begin with. He did a wonderful job, rightly pleased with himself as he smiled up at her once more.

Once everything was almost back to new in the kitchen they headed upstairs, Johnny marching for a few strides until he decided he'd rather be carried for the rest of the journey. Anna was more than happy to oblige; the feeling of their son hitched upon her hip with his arms hugging around her neck was, without doubt, one of her most favourite in the world, and she intended to make the most of it for as long as she was able to do so.

A proper bathtime would be saved for later – always the momentous event – but a wash and tidy-up was certainly required, as was a change of clothes. Mother and son made a choice together, and Anna was thankful for relative little fuss; usually, her darling boy became quite mischievous when it came to dressing, but the prospect of dinner followed by cake for dessert had a desired effect. She tugged a little on both trouser legs but to not much avail; they were further evidence of his growing like a weed.

The soft-bristled brush sweeping over his sandy hair was the finishing touch, along with her fingers flattening down his collar.

"Well, well," she cooed, her hands gentle upon his shoulders, "I would say that you look fit for a visit from the king and queen themselves."

They were expecting someone far greater.

The sun was lowering its rays through the front window when the familiar sound echoed through the hall; they'd hadn't been downstairs for more than a couple of minutes, and Anna broke into a smile, unable to stop their boy from toddling off into the hall, full of excitement to see his Da again after several hours.

John's voice could be heard, talking to their son in a low and loving voice, and her heart was full before she even happened upon the scene. She couldn't bear to tell him to climb down, and indeed, John was content to carry him through, still able to lean down to brush a kiss against her lips while his arms were full with their little boy.

"We made your favourite," she said, sharing a conspiratory look with Johnny, who answered by grinning.

John smiled, his eyes bright. He hugged their son closer to him, before asking "what's the occasion?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just to make sure that you know you're the best Da in the whole world."

"Yes!"

They both laughed at their boy's hearty approval.

"Well, that's a very good thing to know."

She beamed at the pair of them, the best friends that there could be and the most precious ones in her life.

Placing a hand to the flat of her stomach, she was already looking forward to telling him the wonderful news that he was going to be a father again after they had finished their feast.

A/N: Technically, this isn't related to the film but I just couldn't work with the plot of the film, so this is what happened instead.

I hope you enjoyed this mini series!