a/n: hey everyone. here is the new installment of my universe. it's set a few years in the future as you will see. i hope you'll like this one as much as the others.;)

Meeting the family

Chapter 1

Clara Monroe-Messer was a queen and she knew it. She was not the only kid of the lab family but she was the first to be born. And that made her the queen among them.

She was the perfect carbon copy of her mother, from her cute nose to her brown curls. However she was also a Messer through and through, she had her father's eyes and she knew how to use them. Her father could not refuse her anything when she looked at him, he could get drowned into these eyes that were mirroring his. She had him wrapped around her finger, much to her mother's dismay.

"Daddyyy", Clara screamed at the top of her lungs when she walked out of the elevator and spotted her father. She ran to him and jumped into his arms. She snuggled into his neck and he kissed her cheek lovingly.

"Hey, my little Clarinet. How was your day?" Daddy asked affectionately.

"Great, momma taked me shopping for baby brother and we buyed lots and lots of stuff. He's gonna be very pwetty!!" she exclaimed.

"Clara, what have I told you about running in the lab?" Lindsay Monroe-Messer scolded her daughter, having finally caught up with her daughter. She was seven months pregnant and it was harder to run after her all the time.

"Sorry, momma." She apologized sheepishly.

"Hi, Montana." Danny greeted her, leaning toward her for a kiss. "I heard you went shopping and that my boy was gonna be pretty." He added, raising his eyebrow. Lindsay smirked at him.

"Yes, he's gonna be very cute. Wanna see?" she replied still grinning, making Danny roll his eyes.

"My boy is not supposed to be cute, he's supposed to be handsome, not cute, Montana." Danny whined.

"Then I guess I'll have to return this Yankees jersey I bought him." She stated, knowing that would get his attention.

"A Yankees jersey? Well maybe I'll have a look at that."

"Daddyyy?" Clara was getting squirmy and was not too happy her parents were not paying attention to her.

"Yes, Clarinet?" Danny turned his attention to his daughter, squirming in his arms.

"I'm huuuungwyyy!!" she exclaimed. "Can we go eat please?" she remembered her manners when she noticed her mom glaring at her.

"Sure, we can, Clarinet. I'm just gonna put these in my office and then I'm spending the afternoon with my girls." Danny told her settling her on the floor.

"Yey!!" she cheered, jumping up and down excitingly. Danny walked to his office, leaving Lindsay and Clara in the hallway.

"Momma?" Clara looked up to her mother

"Yes, baby." Lindsay glanced down at the big blue eyes that framed her daughter's face.

"How baby bwother getted in your belly?" Clara inquired. Lindsay had known that this question would come up since they had told her she was going to have a sibling. She did not, however, thought her daughter would bring this up in the middle of the lab.

"How about we talk about this at home, baby girl?" Lindsay answered, not prepared to have this conversation in the lab.

"You pwomise?"

"I promise." Lindsay held out her pinky finger and waited for her daughter to the same. "Pinky swear."

Clara giggled when she shook her mother's pinky.

"Aunt Stella!!" Remembering her mother's earlier words, Clara walked rather than ran towards Stella when she saw leaving her office.

"Hey, sweetheart. How's my favorite god-daughter?" Stella asked giving Clara a tight hug.

"Momma and I goed shopping for baby brother." Clara proceeded to tell her everything about their shopping trip which delighted Stella. She loved hearing this little girl's stories.

"Alright, Montana, I'm ready to go. Where's Clara?" Danny asked coming back from the office. Lindsay pointed to where Clara and Stella were having their deep conversation.

"She asked where baby brother had come from." Lindsay told her husband and enjoyed the reaction she got out of him. His eyes widened and he almost choked on air.

"What…what…" he stuttered. "What did you tell her?" he managed to ask her.

"That we'd talk at home. And I promise." She replied.

"Any chance she'll forget?" he wondered his voice getting higher with hope.

"Danny, your daughter is as stubborn as you. There's not a fat chance in hell she'll forget about that." Lindsay chuckled heartily. Danny sighed and looked back at his daughter, thinking how fast she was growing up.

He didn't even realize she had finished speaking with Stella and had come up in front of him.

"Weady to go eat, daddy?" she asked him, bringing him out of his reverie.

"Sure, Clarinet. Let's go eat." He agreed, holding out his right hand for her to take, which she did eagerly while taking her mother's left hand too.

A few hours later, they were back in their home. Clara was sitting on the floor playing with her Barbie dolls, whereas Danny and Lindsay were laying on the couch watching her.

"Could you get me a glass of orange juice, Danny please?" Lindsay asked knowing he wouldn't refuse her anything.

"Sure. Clara, do you want anything?" Danny asked his daughter, not wanting to have to get up again after that.

"No, thank you, daddy." She looked up at her father's question and moved to take his place on the couch, sitting near her mother. She held out her hand and rubbed Lindsay's stomach. She approached her mouth and whispered to the bump.

"Hey little bwother. It's me, Clara. Mommy pwomised to tell me how you comed in there and I pwomise to tell you." Lindsay smiled and ran her hair through her daughter's hair.

Suddenly she grabbed her stomach, a contraction hurting her and she cried out.

"Ow!" she exclaimed scaring Clara in the process.

"Daddy," Clara screamed and began to cry.

Danny hurried back to the living room, worry evident on his face.

"Montana. What's going on? You okay?" he asked, almost ready to take them to the hospital but he saw her face relax, so he stood still.

"I'm alright. It was just a strong Braxton-Hicks, I guess." She answered. She wasn't one of the lucky woman that didn't feel Braxton-Hicks contractions but she had to admit this one was rather strong.

"I didn't do it," Clara cried all of a sudden. Danny turned to her and gathered her in his arms before sitting down next to his wife.

"No one said you did, Clarinet. Mommy's okay. It's alright," Danny said rocking her gently while Lindsay rubbed her back. Clara looked at her mother expecting a confirmation of what her father had told her. Lindsay smiled and held out her arms, indicating her daughter to come to her.

"Mommy," Clara whispered still sniffling.

"Everything's okay, baby girl. It happens sometimes when mommies are having babies and it's nothing to be worried about. I'm sorry I scared you." She soothed Clara. There was a couple of other sobs and sniffles and then Clara stopped crying.

"I fogive you, momma. Baby bwother is okay, huh?" she asked as an afterthought, suddenly worried her baby brother could have been hurt.

"Yes, he is, don't worry. Here," Lindsay took her daughter's hand and placed it where she knew she would feel her brother kicking. "See, he's kicking." The first time Clara had been able to feel her brother's kick she had told to the bump to stop because it was not nice to kick people, especially your mommy.

"Momma? Wemember your pwomise?" Clara wondered, waiting to hear the story of where babies came from.

"Yes, I do." Lindsay answered whereas her husband buried his head in his hands. "Daddy's gonna go in our room and get a book that's gonna help us explain everything to you."

"Do I have to?" Danny whined, reluctant to start this conversation.

"Yes", Lindsay and Clara replied simultaneously, smirking back at him.

So, for the next hour or so, Danny and Lindsay proceeded to tell Clara how babies were made and answered all her questions. Now, Clara Monroe-Messer knew where babies came from and was quite happy about that. She was also eager to share her knowledge with her surrogate cousins.

Speaking of…

a/n: So what did you think? i'm a bit worried about how Clara is talking, is it how a three year old would talk?
btw, i'm still not getting any alerts (story, author, review) nor PM's so if you needed to contact me, look in my profile there's a link tvdotcom where you can send me a PM. i'm not even sure if it's orking on my end. did you guys get my review replies for It all began... last chap?
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