Yes, I know I've been away for a long time, but I have good reasons. I wanted to update Earthland's Hero of Justice, but I got a cold before I finished writing the newest chapter and now I have to start writing again, so expect an update to it soon. (Hopefully in the next few days).

Also, this story is really old. I tried fixing it, but it's still poorly written. I wrote this as a joke, but I decided to post it anyway, so I hope that you enjoy it.

The wooden handle grasped at the proper angle, she slid the brush down her golden blonde hair. A soft brushing noise could be heard as the bristles moved to separate tangled strands.

A cool breeze made its way through the window. Closing her eyes, she welcomed the change in temperature. She took a deep breath, welcoming the fresh air into her lungs. Something about the chill changed the air around her and definitely not in a bad way. She then sighed before opening her eyes again. As she looked into the mirror, she could see her daughter sitting on the bed behind her with arms crossed. The young girl was staring back through the mirror with an irritated expression on her face.

She sighed once more. Why did her daughter dislike the idea? She knew from the start that it was going to happen, it was only a matter of time before her mother would get married... and it just so happened to be with the perfect guy too.

Her Blue Green eyes stared back at the Blue Green eyes of her daughter through the mirror. "Is something wrong?" She asked her daughter. "You seem to be bitter today." Through the mirror, dirty blonde hair swayed to the side as her daughter turned her head away. Knowing that 'Hmph!' was the only reply she would get, she went back to brushing her hair.

'looks just about right.' She thought to herself as she went about styling her hair. Hearing an annoyed sigh from her daughter, she turned to see her through the mirror again. "Yes?" She questioned her daughter.

"You know," She began. "you don't have to wear your hair in that same style every single day."

'Same style?' It worked, so why not? Reaching back, she wrapped the braid around the bun on the back of her head. Slowly, she tied the bun in place with a blue ribbon and tightened the ribbon by pulling on the two strings. "You don't have to be here if you don't like him." She said to her daughter. Getting up, she gestured for her daughter to take her seat. The girl merely scoffed and sat in wooden chair the her mother was previously in. She took the length of her daughter's hair in her hands and fit it through a dark brown hair tie. Any attempt to brush her hair before hand would be swatted away.

After grooming themselves, they both went into their wardrobes to fetch their favorite clothing. The mother wore a white frilly blouse with a blue ribbon at the chest area and a blue skirt. The daughter found herself wearing a white shirt and a red jacket along with a pair of jean shorts. The two then made their way to the kitchen.

She opened the stove to check on the meal and was surprised when she saw that it wasn't burnt. "Please set the table." She asked, but as she turned, she found her daughter already doing it. "Where did your sudden motivation come from? I thought you hated the idea."

The girl scoffed as she placed numerous silverware and dishes onto the table. "I've changed my mind. I want to see this bastard as soon as possible." Her mother frowned at her language, but it didn't matter. Finishing her work, she sat in her chair at the dinner table.

After placing several cooked meals onto the table, she sat down next to her daughter. All they could do now was wait.

The girl sighed and then looked to her left. She could see her mother blushing and fiddling with her fingers. 'Gross'. Hearing the doorbell ring, the two nearly jumped from their seats. Her chair slid back, screeching against the surface of the floor. The girl stood up rather quickly. before her mother could even think about what to do next, she sat her back down. "I'll get it." She said.

Her mother sat back down and watched her walk over to the door before freezing over it. She shook her head and took a deep breath before exhaling. opening the door revealed a young Auburn haired man with Golden sunset eyes. 'Is this the man who stole my mother's heart?' She thought to herself. She looked down to catch a glimpse of his appearance. He was wearing a white shirt with blue sleeves and a pair of dark blue jeans. "So you're Shirou Emiya..." She spoke.

The man known as Shirou chuckled for a moment before replying, "Yes. And I'm going to be your daddy, Mordred."