I don't own Relic Hunter, Nigel, Sydney, Preston, Amanda, Tony, Stewie, Derek, Cate, Mika (my name for an unnamed character from Relic Hunter) but I have used parts of the stories from the Relic Hunter shows themselves, which I have intertwined in my own story of Nigel's life from birth.

This is my first, probably my last if I don't get any good reviews, Fanfic, I hope you like it. Please review if you want more as I promise, this is a complete story and you will not have to wait for years for an ending! There are 11 chapters ready to publish. I have taken many comments that "Nigel" has made about himself throughout the 66 episodes of Relic Hunter and put them into this story of his life. How many can you spot? There are a lot! Oh yes, I chose Oxford as his university, even though, in Buddha's Bowl, he said it was Cambridge, as in most episodes it does say Oxford's where he went. I have revised this chapter (4th September 2017)

NIGEL FROM THE BEGINNING

Chapter One

The New Arrival

It was 1979 and Emily and Jonathan Bailey were awaiting the birth of their second child. Their first child, Preston, was already seven years old and they so desperately wanted a brother or sister for him. They'd been trying to get pregnant for five years and really thought it would never happen; so when it did, they were overjoyed.

The Baileys' had gotten the old nursery, in which Preston had spent his first two years of life, repainted in yellow and white, as they'd no idea what sex the new baby would be. Although bearing in mind they were very wealthy, they hired a decorator/designer to do some of the soft furnishings; such as curtains and cushions and to make a colourful mobile for over the cot.

The Baileys' had always lived in the same house, passing it on from generation to generation and it was now owned by Jonathan, as his parents had, sadly, both died.

Nanny Wright, or Louisa, as Emily and Jonathan called her, had been working for the family for many years; she was a trained nanny, who'd originally been employed to take care of Jonathan's baby sister, Miranda, who unfortunately died of Leukaemia, at the age of nine. The family were absolutely devastated by the tragedy as, of course, was Louisa.

Expecting to find herself unemployed, she was overjoyed to be asked by Joan Bailey, Jonathan's mother, to stay on and work as their head housekeeper, as their previous one had just left and they didn't want her leaving as well. Having gotten so close to the family, and because the Baileys' had grown to love her, she was happy to stay on in a different capacity.

Several years later, when Preston was born, Jonathan and Emily then asked her to go back to being a nanny again, as they preferred to have someone they knew, rather than a stranger to do that job. Naturally, she was delighted to do that.

Now that Emily was expecting again, Louisa started ordering all of the necessary items to make life convenient for a new mother, wanting everything to be just perfect for her.

Louisa was just thrilled to be having another little Bailey to look after; although, she was rather worried that Preston was unhappy about the pending arrival. She'd overheard him and his friends talking, several times, about what happens after a new baby arrives, and nothing they said was good! One of them even said that when a new baby is born, the other children in the family get completely forgotten about! Naturally, Louisa tried to put Preston's mind at ease, each time she heard things like that, although, unfortunately, he was taking some convincing that his friends had got it wrong.

However, his parents had discussed, in depth, with each other how they would handle Preston's insecurities; deciding that they'd involve him in everything they did with the new baby, so he'd have no reason to be jealous.

"Only another month now" Emily said, rubbing her large tummy and looking lovingly at Jonathan.

"I'll be glad when baby Bailey arrives….if you get any bigger Em you'll be pushing me out of bed!" Jonathan joked.

"Stop teasing me….I'm actually not that big….nothing like as big as I was with Preston anyway!" Obviously, even though she wasn't that large, Emily got tired very quickly these days, which forced her to make a few changes to her usual routine.

After spending the a few hours organising a special day out for Preston, Emily put down the phone and walked to the living room door "I just have to go to bed now darling….otherwise I won't be very bright tomorrow when we take Preston to the Zoo…..everything's booked though, including lunch at that rather nice restaurant" she said, at a much earlier time than normal.

"Oh…OK Em…I'll walk you upstairs and tuck you in then."

Just as they'd got to the top of the stairs, however, Emily suddenly felt very uncomfortable and a sharp pain shot through her abdomen causing her to double over in pain.

"Are you OK Em!?" Jonathan shrieked.

"Oh my goodness Jon….I think the baby wants to be born!" she said with a shocked expression on her face, as she held on to her tummy.

"Don't panic Em…I'll get your bag" Jonathan said, rushing to the bedroom. Luckily Emily had already packed a bag for when the baby was due, or in case of an emergency like this.

"We'll be at the hospital before you know it…..just breathe like they taught you at those classes we attended" Jonathan said. The fact was, he was trying to keep himself calm, but inside his stomach was in knots and he hated seeing his beautiful wife in pain.

Of course, because Emily had had a baby before, she initially thought she had plenty of time. She, therefore, cleaned her teeth, brushed her hair and wrote some instructions for Louisa. The fact that she was a month early didn't appear to faze her at all, but inside she was actually terrified!

"Oh! Ouch! Oh my goodness Jon, that was a big one!...I'm definitely having contractions!...I guess we'd better get to the hospital as soon possible….otherwise baby number two's likely to be born in the house!" she said, looking a little shocked.

They rushed down the stairs with Jonathan carrying Emily's bag in one hand and holding her arm with the other. Upon reaching the hallway, however, he stopped and shouted for Nanny Wright, who was just giving Preston his supper before sending him off to bed.

"Louisa! Louisa!...Emily looks like she's gone into labour….can you hold the fort until I get back please!?"

"Oh my goodness" Louisa said, hurrying them out of the door "now don't you worry about a thing….I can take care of Preston and the house….but please call me when the little one arrives….I know you're early Mrs Bailey….but I'm sure everything will be alright….try not to fret dear."

"I'll do my best Louisa, ooh!" Emily replied.

"Of course we'll ring you Louisa" Jonathan said, as they rushed down the front steps and into the car.

They arrived at the hospital about fifteen minutes later, having had all of the traffic lights against them. Emily was immediately taken to be examined by her obstetrician, Doctor Pine, who'd delivered Preston as well and had become a good friend of hers and Jonathan's.

Once he'd finished his examination, the doctor came out to see Jonathan "you were right to bring her here Jon….whether we like it or not….the baby's on its way…..but don't worry….Emily and the baby are just fine" The doctor said, looking at Jonathan's worried expression "look Jon, we have the most brilliant facilities here for tiny babies….and we have highly trained staff….they couldn't be in better hands."

Jonathan felt relieved until he suddenly heard Emily shouting from inside the room where she'd been examined. "Please! I want my husband here now! Please get him…I need him….he should be here!"

Understanding Emily's plea, a very young nurse rushed out into the hallway and asked Jonathan if he was Mr Bailey.

"I am" he said "can I go and see my wife now? I heard her shouting for me."

"Yes please go in, they're about to take her to the delivery room…I assume you'll want to be there at the birth" the young nurse said.

"I most certainly do!" he said, feeling rather nervous about it, but looking forward to seeing his new son or daughter.

He ran towards the examination room where he saw Emily was already being pushed on her bed into the corridor. Feeling pretty scared, he rushed to Emily's side and caught hold of her hand "You're doing fine darling" he said, squeezing her hand "don't worry….I'll stay with you….breathe sweetie! Breathe!"

Having been in the delivery room for about ten minutes it was obvious the baby was well on its way "push Emily….push…the baby's almost here" Doctor Pine said, encouragingly. Fifteen minutes later the tiny baby was born "you have a beautiful little boy Emily."

"Do you want to cut the cord Jon?" he asked, offering a pair of scissors to the new father.

"No thank you!...I might do something wrong! You do it….um please!" Jonathan said, with a look of horror on his face.

"No problem Jon" The doctor replied, smiling a little as he cut the umbilical cord "there you go; all done."

One of the nurses quickly picked up the baby and took him over to the other side of the room where she checked he was breathing properly, had all his fingers and toes and was generally in good health. Smiling as he cried for the first time, the nurse put him on the scales and weighed him "five pounds three ounces…hey that's not bad at all Mrs Bailey" she said, as she held the baby who looked absolutely adorable and had lots of dark hair.

The nurse cleaned him up while Doctor Pine had a quick word with the new parents "I'm afraid that because your son is early….he'll need to stay in the incubator a little longer than a full term baby…..but it's just standard procedure….nothing to worry about.

Regardless of what the doctor said, they were still a little worried about their son. However, having kissed and cuddled him for a few minutes, the nurse had to put him in the incubator to keep him warm and so that his breathing could be monitored and controlled over the next few days.

Having watched the new parents shed a few tears as they looked at their special little boy, the nurse wheeled the incubator to the nursery. However, upon seeing the look of concern on Emily and Jonathan's faces, Doctor Pine gently explained that theirs was far from the smallest baby that he'd delivered and that lots of babies, smaller than theirs, had survived. He was very reassuring and told Emily that, as soon as the nurse had cleaned her up, and done the other necessary things, following the birth; she must try to get some rest.

About forty minutes after the baby was born Emily was lying in bed with Jonathan by her side. She was unable to sleep, not because she was worried about the baby's health anymore; it was more to do with what to call him! They'd not previously gotten around to discussing names and after about twenty minutes they'd thought of several but, unfortunately, none they both liked. Emily was deep in thought, running name after name through her head, when suddenly Jonathan said "what about Stephen!?"

"Oh no….please!" Emily said "that reminds me of that horrible man who used to work at your office….oh….what about Nigel…you know….after your cousin who died last year?" she suggested, with a big smile on her face.

"Wow Em….what a brilliant idea!" Jonathan said, jumping up off the chair and kissing his wife on the lips "cousin Nigel would have been thrilled to bits if he knew we were naming our son after him…..I do miss him Em….so I think Nigel's the perfect choice….hey….I've just thought of something else too….it's 10th May today….so it would have been his birthday in two days.…so it seems even more appropriate now!"

"Yes that's right…it would have been" she said.

The fact was, she'd always loved the name Nigel and she knew Jonathan had loved his cousin, like a brother, so she was rather surprised that she hadn't thought of the name earlier!

"So…..Nigel it is then!...Now Em….please try to get some sleep" Jonathan scolded.

"I will Jon…at least I'll try."

"OK…I'd better go and call Louisa and Preston to let them know all is well….but I think I'll find out where they've put Nigel first."

He found the nursery very easily, as you only had to listen and you'd hear the babies crying! Having watched Nigel and then listened to him cry, he was pleased to note that, even though he'd been born prematurely, he had a really good pair of lungs on him and he could kick quite strongly as well.

Having stayed by the nursery for a few more minutes Jonathan suddenly remembered that he had to call Louisa. He, therefore, went over to the phone booth, which was situated just outside the nursery, and picked up the phone.

"Louisa…good news….we have a tiny baby boy who we're calling Nigel….sadly he has to stay in an incubator for about a week…..but he's just fine" Jonathan said, feeling quite elated.

"Oh that's just wonderful news Mr Bailey….I love that name!...So what did he weigh?...Oh…..and does he look like either of you?" she asked, secretly hoping he looked like Emily!

"He was five pounds three ounces….but you'll be able to tell who he looks like tomorrow when you come to see him….can you come about 10 o'clock?"

"Yes, I can have Preston ready by then ...oh….do you want me to wake him up now to tell him the news?"

"No I think it'll be best just to let him sleep" he said, remembering how grumpy his eldest son could be when he first woke up.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow" Louisa said, putting the telephone.

Jonathan stayed all night with Emily, sleeping on and off in the chair by her bed. The following morning, although he was very tired, he was looking forward to seeing Preston and showing him his new baby brother.

Nigel was brought in to see his mother that first morning at 7.00 a.m. Emily was so delighted to have him back in her arms and thought he was the most beautiful baby in the world! It occurred to her then, of course, that all mothers think their babies are beautiful; but several nurses commented on how adorable Nigel was, so he probably was extra cute.

Having had problems breast feeding Preston, who wasn't getting enough milk, she decided she'd take no chances with Nigel and use a bottle. Following his feed, however, he was taken back to the nursery, which saddened Emily quite a bit, as she wanted him to stay much longer.

Nanny Wright and Preston arrived at the hospital just after ten, having been met at the entrance by Jonathan. They were taken up to Emily's room where Preston immediately ran over to his mother's bed "hello mummy….are we going to the Zoo in a minute?" he asked, excitedly, jumping up and down.

"No sweetheart" she replied "we can't go now….your new baby brother's arrived….we have to stay here and look after him…..he's so tiny and precious darling…..you're going to just love him!"

"Not if it means I can't go to the Zoo I won't!" Preston said, looking very annoyed.

"I'm sorry darling….we'll have to take you another day….you're a big boy now so you should understand that Nigel…that's his name sweetheart…needs mummy and daddy to stay here to take care of him….now come over here and give me a big kiss" she said, holding out her arms to her young son.

"I don't want to give you a kiss!...I don't want the baby!...I just want to go to the Zoo!" Preston shouted and began to have a tantrum.

"Preston, behave yourself!" Emily said "you know I won't tolerate rudeness!...If you continue to behave like that you'll get a smacked backside."

Preston sat on the chair and sulked, but he knew better than to protest, having received a threat like that from his mother.

Louisa sat beside Emily watching Preston's reaction and didn't feel one bit surprised by it. However, she wanted to put Emily's mind at ease, as getting upset wasn't good for her "Preston will get over it Mrs Bailey….he's just disappointed about the Zoo" Louisa said, looking sympathetically at the youngster "I'd take him myself but the decorator's coming back this afternoon to put the finishing touches to the nursery…..he's bringing that mobile you ordered….and he's even got the pictures and curtains now….that's rather lucky because you'll need the room earlier than you thought!"

Just then Jonathan came back in carrying three cups of tea, which he placed on the cabinet by the bed "hey Preston…come on old man….come and see your baby brother…..you'll be amazed at how tiny he is!"

"I told mummy I don't want to see him daddy" Preston said very sheepishly.

"Why ever not!?" his father asked.

"He's stopped me going to the Zoo!….My friends are right daddy….you won't even notice me now he's arrived" Preston said, with a very sad look on his face.

"That's silly Preston…..you know we'd never forget about you….we love you very much and we're extremely proud of you…..Now your new brother's waiting…so let's go and see him." Jonathan said, holding out his hand to his son, who reluctantly took hold of it and began to walk to the door.

"Are you coming Louisa?" Jonathan asked "I'm sure you want to see him."

"I'll be along in a minute….show Preston first" Louisa said, hoping that Jonathan would convince his older son that Nigel was no threat.

He gave Louisa a nod and then left with Preston.

As soon as they reached the nursery Jonathan pointed to the sweetest little baby imaginable "that's him Preston….Isn't he tiny? You were much bigger than that when you were born…..mummy thought she'd had an elephant when you arrived!"

Preston giggled at that and then, with a thoughtful look on his young face, he observed Nigel for a minute or two "yes I suppose he is tiny….but I still think he'll be nothing but trouble!...But um….I will try to be a good boy and help you and mummy when you bring him home….um….will that be later today?"

"Well son…..I don't think they'll come home just yet….but I'll come home with you and nanny later today….Preston….look…I'm so pleased you're going to help us when we have Nigel at home…..I'm sure you'll grow to love him very much….and he'll love you too….after all….you're his big brother" Jonathan said, hoping that he was getting through to Preston.

After a week had gone by, Emily and Nigel were released from the hospital, having both been given a clean bill of health. Feeling very excited, Jonathan arranged a welcome home party for them and Preston, who'd been dreading that day, reluctantly helped with the balloons. During the party Louisa commented that Nigel looked just like Emily and that Preston resembled his father. However, by that time, Emily and Jonathan thought the same and were rather happy about it.

Even though Preston had been fretting about his brother coming home, once Nigel had been taken up to the nursery, he hardly knew the baby was there. Out of curiosity though, he went upstairs to see him that first day and several more times after that. He still felt that Nigel might eventually get all of mum and dad's attention but, right now, he considered that having a baby brother wasn't that bad.

When Nigel was just over a month old, Emily got around to taking Preston to the Zoo and because he'd behaved so well, and had become such a good brother to Nigel, she allowed him to have a ride on an elephant; which he thoroughly enjoyed.

While they were at the Zoo Preston used his pocket money to buy the most adorable fluffy little polar bear for his baby brother. Hoping that Nigel would like it, he ran up to the nursery the minute they got home, in order to give him the bear. Much to Preston's delight, Nigel immediately cuddled up to it and went to sleep and from that moment on Nigel and the bear were inseparable.

The following months were very busy for Emily and Louisa, as Nigel needed feeding, changing and bathing several times each day. They also had to deal with visits from the nurse, who had to weigh Nigel and check his general health. Of course, just as they planned, they included Preston in everything they did with Nigel and the brothers both seemed to enjoy it.

Emily liked to take Nigel to the doctors, on her own, when he had his inoculations, mainly because he'd cry and she felt it was important to give him her full attention. However, on one occasion, she had to take Preston with her, as Louisa had a dental appointment and needed some time off.

On that particular day, Emily nervously took her two sons to the surgery to see Doctor Price. Sadly, just as she thought, Nigel cried the moment he saw the doctor, just as he'd done ever since his first inoculation. Therefore, realising Nigel was not his biggest fan, the doctor asked Emily to hold him very still while he gave him his injection. Nigel screamed even louder when the needle penetrated his tiny arm, causing Preston, who'd been watching his baby brother, to completely lose it! "You leave my baby brother alone!...He's only little…..why did you hurt him?!" he yelled, forgetting his mother was watching.

"Preston! Preston!" his mother said, trying not to get too annoyed "the doctor's only making sure that Nigel doesn't get sick….he has to have the injection sweetheart….you had it too when you were little…..now apologise to the doctor for being so rude please!"

"I'm sorry Sir I thought you hurt him on purpose" Preston said, still not totally convinced that he hadn't!

As expected, Nigel stopped crying as soon as he got a nice cuddle from his mum "there's a good boy" Emily said, wiping Nigel's eyes "it's all over now sweetie."

Believing Nigel would be fine now that he'd stopped crying, Doctor Price decided to try to tickle Nigel's tummy; although as soon as Nigel saw the doctor coming towards him, he started crying again.

"I'm so sorry Doctor Price" Emily said "the boys aren't quite themselves today."

"Don't worry Emily….it happens all the time….I'm actually very pleased to see that Preston's showing concern for his baby brother…..I recall you were all quite worried that he'd hate having a baby around….I'm so glad you were all wrong!...Oh….and as for Nigel….well….an injection's not a nice thing to have….so it's quite understandable that he'd cry…..and dislike the person administering it!…..I um….do hope he'll get over his dislike of me when he's a big boy like Preston though" the doctor said, looking at the young family in his office, whom he liked very much.

Five Months

Preston had always been allowed to go into his parent's bedroom for a cuddle and to play with them, first thing in the morning. However, when Nigel was five months old they decided he should be allowed to join in the fun as well.

Following that decision, Louisa would go into the nursery, at about 6 in the morning, to change Nigel's nappy, give him his bottle and put him back in his cot. An hour later, Preston would come in, pull down the side of the cot and pick up Nigel's polar bear. He'd then lift his baby brother out of the cot and take him into their parent's bedroom. Of course, Nanny Wright was always there to supervise, in case Preston found this difficult; or Nigel wriggled too much.

Nigel began to love this time of day as he knew that his big brother was going to take him in to see his mummy and daddy, where he'd squeal and kick his legs in the air when Preston pretended to make the fluffy polar bear "speak".

Emily loved to tickle her baby, who'd giggle so cutely and make everyone laugh. This family time would last for about half an hour and then they'd all go down together for breakfast; which their cook would have ready for them.

Nigel loved to be kissed and cuddled by everyone in the family, especially Preston, who liked to tickle him as well. As Nigel got bigger, however, Preston couldn't lift him out of his cot anymore. Therefore, Louisa took over this particular task, as she realised what an important part of the day this was for them all.

Nigel was a very happy little baby during these early months and Preston continually showed how much he loved him. Preston, of course, realised he was getting just as much attention as he got before his brother was born.

Emily and Jonathan both worked, even though they were independently wealthy. Jonathan was a Professor of Economics and Emily was a Lawyer with a top law firm in London. Naturally, Emily had taken time off during the later stages of her pregnancy and during Nigel's first few months of life. However, as soon as her little son was six months old, knowing he would be perfectly fine with his nanny, she went back to work.

Ten/Eleven months

At about ten months old Nigel began to speak a little. His first word was book and his next were mama, nana, dada and peton; as he couldn't quite manage to say Preston. He seemed to understand everything that was said to him, although his parents wondered if they were just making him out to be special because he was their baby.

He started walking at eleven months old, having barely crawled at all, forcing his nanny to constantly watch him, as he was into everything!

One day, when Louisa was answering the phone, Nigel wandered outside, as Preston had forgotten to close the back door, when he went out to play. Nigel liked being in the garden, at first, until he picked up some pebbles off the ground and a large beetle crawled onto his hand! He screamed really loudly, as he'd never seen one before and he certainly didn't like it! Upon hearing his cry, Louisa ran outside where she saw him shaking his little hand and toddling towards the wide open gate! Luckily she managed to catch him before he ran into the road, although her heart came into her mouth as she imagined what could have happened!

One Year Old

When Nigel was a year old the family realised that Nigel's intelligence wasn't just something they were imagining. He constantly amazed them by the things that he did, like changing the channels on the television, so he could find his favourite programmes. He didn't watch Children's shows or cartoons, at all, preferring documentaries on animals, dolphins and whales. He loved music as well and no matter what he wanted to watch, he always found the correct channel, within seconds!

Amazingly though, he seemed to know when his preferred shows were on! At first they wondered if he could tell the time, although they soon realised it wasn't that at all. The fact was, he just knew that when the clock looked a certain way, a particular programme, or show he liked, was on!

Nigel's most favourite thing in the world though, was books. He'd sit for hours flipping through the pages, which had written text as well as pictures. His mother would watch him sometimes, finding it quite fascinating the way her little boy would study the individual pages.

He was also quite happy just sitting on either of their laps "reading", although he sometimes did jigsaw puzzles, made for six year olds; which he'd piece together with ease. Unfortunately, however, Preston began to notice that Nigel was getting a lot more attention now that he was taking an interest in so many things which, sadly, made his jealousy surface again.

Emily and Jonathan were delighted that their little son was exceptionally bright, although they wanted to ensure that he had a normal childhood. At this point in his life, they didn't want psychologists, and the like, poking Nigel about to see how well he'd do with this or that test. In fact they realised, almost immediately, that if they made a big fuss about his abilities, that could happen; so they kept it quiet for now. Luckily, no matter how bright Nigel was, they could afford to give him and, of course, Preston, a very high standard of education; so at least they had no worries on that score.

Nanny Wright thought Nigel was just amazing too as, having taken care of so many babies, before she looked after Jonathan's younger sister; she knew what she was talking about! She'd simply never come across a more brilliant baby than Nigel; who she'd become simply devoted to. She loved Preston too, of course, but Nigel, being just a baby, loved and needed her so much more.

Eighteen months old

During the weekend Emily, and sometimes Louisa, would take Preston to the playground, which was situated on one side of the park. They took Nigel too, so that he'd get some fresh air, but he always stayed in his pushchair and looked at a book. At eighteen months old though, Nigel was getting slightly chubby, probably because he preferred books to running around. Naturally, neither Emily, nor Louisa wanted him to get too overweight, so they decided to encourage him to be more active. Thinking he might enjoy the playground rides, they pushed him around on the roundabout which, unfortunately, made him sick! The same thing happened on the swings, but he loved the slide and the sandbox, until he saw a spider crawling in it and screamed to get out!

The playground in the park was set out in two sections; one for the under threes and one for the older children. There was a red fence around the entire perimeter, with a blue fence dividing the two areas, which had a yellow gate in the middle. Preston, being quite an active youngster, loved all of the rides and never suffered with motion sickness at all.

One Saturday Emily and Louisa took the boys to the playground where Emily asked Preston to play with Nigel, for a while, so that she could discuss some domestic matters with Louisa. While they were deep in discussion Preston, who'd taken to calling his chubby baby brother Podge, took him over to the area set aside for the older children, where he forcibly lifted Nigel onto the roundabout and pushed him around really fast! Nigel shouted with alarm "no! no! I get a bad tummy Peton, no! no!"

Preston didn't take any notice of his little brother's cries; he just pushed him faster and faster and laughed! He did, at least, cling onto the back of Nigel's trousers to stop him from falling off; although the longer the little boy was on the roundabout, the woozier he got. Nigel cried out as loudly as possible to his big brother "Peton I sick….stop! Please stop…..Peton please….please stop!"

Emily and Louisa, on hearing what they thought was Nigel shouting, looked around to check on the boys, but noticed they weren't where they were supposed to be! Following their initial shock, they looked to the other side of the fence and immediately saw what was happening. Having run over to the roundabout, Emily carefully stopped it and Louisa picked Nigel up "are you alright baby?" she said, pushing the hair out of his tearful eyes and noticing he was practically green!

Preston thought it was so funny, but he soon changed his tune when Nigel turned away from Louisa and threw up all over his shirt!

"You idiot Podge, look what you did!" Preston shouted. Nigel just clung on to Louisa tightly, as he hated being shouted at.

"What on earth do you think you're playing at young man?" Emily asked; looking very annoyed "You know Nigel doesn't like roundabouts!"

"Mummy I'm sorry….I was just having a bit of fun…I thought Podge would enjoy the roundabout if he got over that silly sicky thing" he said, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Well he didn't enjoy it did he Preston!?"

"No mummy….he's such a cry-baby….but just look at what he did to my shirt….dirty little boy!" Preston said, trying to make his baby brother look guilty as well.

"You've only got yourself to blame Preston, now you'll have no television for a week!" she said, as she handed Louisa a handkerchief to clean Nigel's face.

"That's not fair mummy" Preston shouted, as he began to stamp his feet.

"Would you prefer a smacked backside young man?"

"No" Preston said, very sheepishly, looking down at the ground.

Louisa wiped Nigel's face with the handkerchief, although Nigel immediately took it off her and tried to do it himself "Put me down please nana" Nigel said, looking at his unhappy big brother.

"Alright sweetie" Louisa said, believing he wanted to go to his mother.

However, he didn't want to do that, at all, he just toddled over to his brother "I sorry I sick on you Peton" Nigel said, as he tried to clean Preston's shirt with the handkerchief.

Preston pulled Nigel back out of earshot of his mother and Louisa and whispered angrily "leave me alone Podge, I won't be able to watch television for a week because of you!"

"No! You a naughty boy Peton….you not play nice, why you do it?" little Nigel asked, completely confused by his brother's behaviour.

"Just because….now leave me alone!" Preston said.

Nigel looked really sad as he walked over to Emily, where he stretched up his arms so that she'd pick him up.

Having taken the boys home Emily immediately took Nigel up to bathroom where she washed off the last traces of sick and brushed his hair. When he was nice and clean again she carried him into the nursery for an afternoon nap. Pulling the side of the cot down and kissing his forehead, she playfully tickled his tummy and noticed, with surprise, that he didn't giggle; he simply looked up at her and frowned "mummy….Peton not love me" he said, wiping a tear from his eye with his sleeve.

"Oh sweetheart, of course he loves you darling…he's just naughty sometimes….now go to sleep and I'll come and get you in an hour or so….you can play with Preston then, alright?"

"Yes mummy" he said, as he curled up with his little polar bear.

Emily went back down to the drawing room where Preston was wishing he'd not put his little brother on the roundabout, as he was missing his favourite television programme at that moment in time.

Having thought about what Nigel had just said, Emily realised that she needed to find out what her eldest son really thought about Nigel, as she didn't want Nigel feeling unloved and Preston had been good until now "Preston darling" she said, trying not to sound too angry "Nigel thinks you don't love him….that's not true….is it?"

"No mummy….I do love him….it's just that he's so difficult sometimes…I think he just does things for attention…..why can't he play on the rides like me and all the other children?...He makes such a fuss!" Preston said, looking quite miserable.

"Preston…Nigel's just one of those babies' who suffers from motion sickness….he can't help it and he certainly doesn't do it deliberately….it's just something he was born with….but with any luck….he'll grow out of it.

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