You and Tom were walking on toes with two teenage daughters.

You met Tom at the charity concert, where he was singing with his band Sleep Walking Animals, and you were singing solo. It was beginning for both your careers as singers, but you managed to make something bigger out of it.

Then you got pregnant. And three years later you got pregnant second time, and you and Tom got married after the two accidents.

Now the two accidents were 17 and 14. The older one you called Helene and the younger Holly. And while you and Tom remembered perfectly how cute they were as newborns and infants they grew up faster than you expected. Maybe that's why you didn't really keep up with the drama around the house.

Now you and Tom sat in the living room, just enjoying your presence, with your dog nearby, while Helene suddenly stood up in front of you, covering the TV. And by the look on her face you knew she wanted something.

"I need to talk to you." She said, looking at you both, but mostly at you, trying to make a serious face, but you could see also a hint of nervousness. Helene didn't exactly inherited Tom's acting abilities.