AN: This is an AU that I've had at the back of my head. And yes, this is between Teresa and Clare. Don't worry, it won't be too angsty, I wouldn't do anything that stupid as to kill Teresa. That just is not my style. That, and the thought of killing her off is rather cumbersome to think about. I just don't think it would be quite rational.

Pairings: Teresa/OC, implied Clare/Raki

Bilingual!Clare

Bilingual/European!Teresa

Disclaimer: Do I look like Norihiro Yagi? Hell no.

Enjoy!

Six weeks old, May 23~

Teresa looked at the small baby in her arms, the tiny girl trying to spot the small cat that normally stood at her feet.

'Not even two months old, but already so inquisitive. Reminds me of her father.' Teresa thought, not noticing Clare grab her necklace and bite down on it until she saw where she was looking and gently pulled it out of her grip. "Don't eat that. You don't exactly have teeth, Clare."

But she ignored Teresa and persisted on gnawing away at the pendant on the thick black string, emerald eyes determined as her mother's blue ones rolled when the door opened, revealing a man around twenty four with red hair that matched Clare's own, only pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck.

"How are my two goddesses doing today?" Aden asked, more so to Teresa.

"If you think that getting your necklace chewed on by a baby without teeth is good news, then I'm just great." Teresa replied.

Two years old, April 30~

Clare bounced on the bed excitedly, dying for her parents to get up from the bed even though it wasn't the crack of dawn quite yet.

Teresa yawned and sat up slowly, Clare leaping into her arms. "What is it, Clare? What made you wake up and start jumping frantically on the bed at four in the morning?" Teresa asked, Aden relieved that his daughter wasn't rancidly bounding all over the mattress at the moment.

"Bir'day! Bir'day!" Clare hollered joyfully, hands in the air to emphasize her point as Aden chuckled.

"She's right; it's been two years since the little goddess was born." Aden said, cracking open one pine green eye to look at the mother and child as he played with one of Teresa's multiple curly raven locks.

Teresa chuckled. Clare bounded into her father's chest, ultimately agreeing with the older redhead. "Up, up, Daddy!" Clare pleaded, Aden not able to resist his little girl.

"What does the Princess want today? How about some of her favorite: Apple juice and apples?" Aden asked.

Clare, of course, lit up like a Christmas Tree before Teresa scowled at Aden.

"Not until the sun's up. It's still too early." Teresa reminded the two, Clare pouting.

"Mamaaaaaaa..." Clare pleaded, not wanting to go back to sleep. Teresa scooped up the two year old and placed her between herself and her husband, drifting off to sleep. Aden looked at the pouting toddler, who was no doubt starting to feel sleepy herself, even if she didn't want to.

"Just go back to sleep, princess. You don't wanna get tired." Aden gently cooed just as she dozed off.

Needless to say, hours later she had a lot of fun with her parents, even if Aden did a few stupid things that got Teresa riled up badly and Clare to laugh hysterically.

Five years old, October 31~

"Boo!" Clare shouted, springing up from nowhere and flat-out frightening Teresa. The redhead was clad in a vampire cape, one of Teresa's old dresses (which was from Europe), and a dark red carnation on the lapel of her dress. Fake fangs were not needed as her the teeth were already sharp for some reason, much like Teresa's own.

Said woman calmed down slightly before speaking. "Good God, Clare! Do you want to take after me already?"

"Maybe, like Daddy told me!" Clare replied with a grin. True enough, Aden constantly reminded the pair about their mounting resemblance. Teresa gave off her signature faint smile before stalking off to her bedroom.

"Where are you going, Mama?" Clare asked, confused.

"To put on my costume, my little vampire." Teresa chuckled before closing the door.

Nine years old, July 1~

"Dad, what are you making?" Clare asked, seeing him gently stir amber liquid and add some mint extract and a spoonful of honey.

"Apple cider with mint and honey. It's for your mom and I. Oh, and I think that boy, Raki is at the door with Helen and Jean." True to his word, they heard a knock on the door accompanied by a pair of arguing voices.

"Looks like you might have fun this summer after all, Clare." Teresa said from the doorway, looking into the pot of cider.

"Das riecht lecker, meinst du nicht, Clare?" Teresa asked her daughter in German, knowing that her daughter understood just as well as she did.

"Ja, das tue ich, Mama." Clare replied before she went to the door after saying her goodbyes.

"Well, that's one way to let your daughter try dissolving an argument." Aden said, filling two mugs with the amber drink before handing one to Teresa, who gladly accepted.

Eleven years old, December 25~

Clare shook Teresa wildly with a 9,000-watt grin on her face. "Mama, aufwachen! Aufwachen!"

Teresa groaned, not wanting to get out of bed since it was once again four in the morning. "Was, was? It's too early, Ms. Nachteule." The raven haired woman groggily mumbled, wanting to go back to sleep.

"You got a really big present in the den, Mama! Go and get it! It might be Dad!" Clare joyfully replied, earning one midnight blue eye to crack open and look into her direction sleepily.

"Are you telling the truth, Clare? Your father might not be back from Scotland visiting his grandparents." Teresa asked, unsure. Clare nodded and Teresa got out of the bed, walking downstairs and flicking on the light to the den before her eyes widened.

Not only was Aden standing next to the tree, he had a bouquet of roses in his right hand and a bouquet of lilies in the other for both of his girls.

"Told you Dad was home!" Clare stage whispered to her mother, who was rooted to the spot.

Fourteen years old, April 30~

"Happy birthday, Clare!" Helen announced, jumping onto Clare's shoulders without warning.

"Was zum Teuful?!" Clare shouted, surprised but managing to keep her balance.

Jean and Miria sighed, Deneve facepalming in exasperation. Was this going to happen every year?

Helen jumped off of her shoulders, landing on her feet.

"English, please?" Helen questioned, not understanding what Clare said.

"'What the hell?!'" Clare replied.

Helen blinked. "Oh."

Eighteen years old, May 27~

Clare was already graduating high school and going out into the world. Teresa couldn't believe it herself until Clare grabbed the diploma and walked off of the platform, a roar of applause following shortly after. Aden hugged the pair of them tightly, not caring if he cried.

Cause truth be told, Teresa was too when the class graduates tossed their hats into the air, signifying their graduation to be completed.

A/N: This felt good to write out.

~Deathblow88