[Christopher!]
Juliana had a suspicion upon leaving the house this morning that she'd left the nanny dead of a heart attack, and this time it wasn't even because she'd left her infant at home while she went out to drink herself into a stupor. In fact, it was quite the opposite; this morning, Juliana Travers had left the house with her daughter; a first, she realized, in all three months of Mischa's existence.

It wasn't as if she wanted to be carrying around--or seen carrying around, for that matter--the little bundle of joy nestled awkwardly in her arms. However, this was an important enough occasion to warrant the uncomfortable traveling arrangements. It was Christopher's birthday, you see. And when it was your father's birthday, you were supposed to go wish him the joys of the day, correct? Especially if he hadn't had the balls to lay eyes on your face once since you'd been born. Why, in such circumstances, seeing one's daughter should have been the perfect birthday gift, right?

That was what Jules was certainly banking on as the knocked on the door of her cousin's flat. A sly grin couldn't help but to pull up on the corners of her mouth at the sound of rustling behind the door. This was going to be fantastic.