A/N: It's the final part of the trilogy! It's the beginning of the end. I'm also trying to make it a bit funny in some parts so laugh. I now introduce to you, "The Garden of Eden: End of Innocence!"

Disclaimer: I still don't own RE, but I do still own the TGOE trilogy and Marisol and her and Claire's children! I also do not own Froot Loops.

2004

"Sarah!" Claire stared at the broken vase before her, and only wondered how upset Wesker would be when he came home and saw it. There was no point in hiding it or cleaning it up because he would wonder where it went. For about the fifth time, Claire ordered Emily to leave the mess alone until Wesker dealt with his daughter. "Sarah Monette Wesker, get down here now!"

A little redhead at the age of four came down the stairs as slowly as she could, afraid of her punishment. With blue eyes, the child gave her mother a small smile, trying to butter her up. No matter how cute Sarah managed to look, Claire still gave her a stern look, indicating that there was no way she was getting out of this because of a grin and some crocodile tears. "Oh, don't worry," Claire said, hands on her hips, "I'm not gonna punish you." At first, Sarah gave her mother a confused look, and when she realized that she was serious, the child gave a smile of gratitude. "Your father's gonna deal with it."

"Mommy no!" she cried, but Claire only smiled and began walking up the stairs to her room, Sarah's little legs trying to keep up. Too many times had Claire told her daughter to stop hiding her father's things in the vases, but she never listened. This time she hid his sunglasses that he had just bought the other day, and when it came to Wesker's shades, it was a serious matter. What else could Claire expect though? The little girl was a carbon copy of her mother at that age.

As she turned around to watch the child struggle coming up the stairs, her eyes landed on Emily who was once again trying to dispose of the mess. "Emily, no!" Knowing that she was disobeying Claire, the maid gave a nervous smile before walking back into the kitchen, muttering in whatever language she spoke. In four years, Emily had never responded to Claire verbally, and now she wondered if the woman even liked her. She always smiled, even when she was cursing at Claire, at least that is what it sounded like she was doing.

Sarah stuck her lip out, silently pleading with her mother to be more generous, but Claire was sick of making up excuses that she knew Wesker didn't believe. "Someone's gonna have a red butt tonight," Claire teased. She knew this was true since Wesker did not accept nonsense from his daughter. If she was told not to so something and she did it, he had to resort to physical punishment. The lock on the door clicked and Claire sighed and said, "Show time."

As soon as the door was closed behind him, Wesker's head went down as he acknowledged the broken vase in front of the stairs. After taking the sight in, he looked at the smiling Claire and said, "I gave you shopping money Wednesday."

Unable to figure out how he thought she did it, Claire groaned. "I didn't do it." At this, Wesker's head lowered slightly to the child that was on the verge of tears. Instead of yelling, he gestured for her to come to him with his index finger. Wordlessly, Sarah made her way down the stairs, Claire following her. Sighing heavily, Wesker squatted down to his daughter and removed his shades, revealing his red and gold eyes.

Once he felt that she was looking him in the eyes, Wesker began to speak to her. "Is this vase broken?" His voice was its usual calm and deep tone, but there was a hint of sternness in it, showing his child that he was her father, but he had to punish her.

"Yes," she said, tears beginning to stream down her face.

"Why?" Sarah looked down, but he got her to look back up by saying, "Look at me." Wesker did not pay attention to the tears that were now falling from her cheeks, but continued looking into her blue eyes. "Why is it broken?"

"Because I broke it."

"Why did you break it? Did you have a particular reason to break it?"

"No," she answered, fearing what her father would do when he found out the truth.

"Well, why did you break it?"

"I was trying to hide your shades from you," she admitted, now sobbing.

"And why would you do that?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. This was more like a police interrogation, but Claire knew from experience that he meant no harm to their daughter.

"I was just playing."

"And now you see where your practical jokes have gotten you?"

"Yes!" she sobbed. Without another word, Wesker nodded and stood back up, putting his shades back on. Claire was no longer smiling, because the spanking that Sarah was about to get would not be funny in any way unless this was a cartoon.

"Come with me," he said, gently taking his daughter's hand. Sarah threw her mother a pleading glance, but she knew that Claire never stopped Wesker from punishing her. He was not a strict father per se, but he would not tolerate disobedience in his child. He knew that Sarah had been the one breaking the vases, but he did not want to punish her if she did not admit to it, and if he had spoken to anyone like that then they would eventually break down and confess also. Except for one person.

Emily came rushing to Claire with the telephone. With what had just happened, she didn't even hear it ring. Emily stared at the vase and Claire nodded to the compulsive cleaner. Of course, that was her job.

"Hello?"

"¡ Bueno!" It was Marisol. "So, what's been happening?"

"Well, Wesker's about to spank the holy hell out of Sarah.," Claire confessed, walking up the stairs to monitor her daughter's punishment.

"For what this time?"

"She broke another vase."

"Oh, you snitched this time huh?" In the background, she could hear Leon yelling about something. "I'm gonna have to call you back Claire."

"All right, bye." Quickly, Claire hung up and peaked through the doors of her and Wesker's room to spy on them. It always hurt her heart to allow Wesker to do this, but if they did not teach her discipline, then who would? The world was not even this harsh. As he always did, he had Sarah bent over his knee, her pants and panties down and his hand raised to deliver the first lick.

When he gave the first hit, she heard Sarah whimper, and Claire thought of how easy it was for Sarah. She had never been slapped on the face by Wesker. Now that was pain. She was sure that it seemed like forever for her daughter, but to Claire it only took half a minute before her daughter was sobbing with red eyes and cheeks… both sets of cheeks.

After receiving her spanking, Sarah ran from the room, not even paying attention to Claire as she made her way to her own room. When Claire looked back at her husband, he was looking at her also. Smiling, she made her way to him and stared down past the shades into his eyes. "Is she okay?

"She is, my pocket isn't." Four years ago, if someone would have told Claire this is how her life would be, she would have laughed at them and maybe called them insane. Who would have thought that they would be anything like a family at all?

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"Mari, where the hell is my belt?!" For fifteen minutes, Leon had been looking or the belt that had been eluding him all morning. "Ow! Dammit!" As he once again stubbed his toe on the dresser, Marisol placed a bowl of Froot Loops in front of a four year old girl that was almost a mirror image of her mother. People always thought that she was small, but their mother was barely 5'1 so what did they expect?

The little girl already had very long hair that was dark brown because of her father, and she was only a bit lighter than her mother. She had brown eyes, like her mother used to. Every now and then, Marisol would call up Monette's parents, they had actually been rather accepting of who she was and saw the child as what she was: their granddaughter. Leon's parents were not too accepting of Marisol or the child, after not being able to figure out why, she just decided to label them racist. They didn't like French people, and they did not seem fond of how Marisol was teaching her daughter Spanish.

Leon ran into the kitchen, about to yell about his belt still being missing, until he saw it hanging on the back of the chair that he had been sitting at earlier.

"Are you done?" asked a smiling Marisol

"Yeah Papa, you were so fucking loud-"

"Esmeralda Leona Kennedy! Where did you hear that word?" She eyed her daughter suspiciously as she waited for the truth. This child was always doing something over the top.

"From you," she answered, not at all worried about repercussions. The child's attitude matched her mother's. They were both sure of themselves, and Esme had no problem with letting people know how smart she was. Not knowing how to respond, Marisol looked around as though her daughter was lying,

"See, she's just trying to be like mommy."

"No, I don't wanna be like Mama, she's una enena" Once again, Marisol's eyes were on her daughter, telling her to stop the insults.

"Someone wants an ass-whupping and it's only 7:30," said Marisol sighing.

"7:30?!" her husband shouted. Once again, he was late. She watched him put his belt and jacket on. Before he rushed out of the door he gave his wife a kiss, making Esme grimace and he gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek. Deciding not to say anything, but to just wait, Marisol leaned against the counter.

The mother and daughter mentally did a countdown from three in their heads and watched Leon slowly walk back into the house. A frown on his face, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. "I guess you just found it funny huh?" he asked, genuinely upset at both of them. "It's the weekend!"

"You're yelling Papa," sang Esme, handing her empty bowl to her mother.

"I wouldn't be yelling if you and your 'madre' weren't such smart-asses!" Every other weekend it was the same old rant about how they got their kicks from him worrying and rushing for no reason. He could have been sleeping, or doing something productive with the free time that he had today. Instead, his wife and daughter decided to have a laugh at his expense. "I'm going to bed."

Once they heard the door to the master bedroom slam, the mother and daughter fell into a fight of laughter. Another thing they had in common was their sense of humor. "7:30?!" yelled Marisol, mocking her husband. Esme and Marisol high fived each other about their job well done. "Funny!" she sang, walking to her bedroom to make sure that her husband was all right.

In her head, men were all just sensitive babies and being macho was just a way to feed their ever-growing ego. Once she peeked into the room, she found that her husband had his face buried in a pillow, and that he was only dressed in jogging pants. Grinning, she sat next to him on the bed and placed a cold hand on his back.

He flinched at her icy touch and sat up. "God, are you ever warm?"

"Maybe you can help me in that department," she said lying down and pulling him with her. Caressing his arm, she planted a kiss on his lips, and moved closer to him. "Let's have another baby," she whispered. Once she saw the surprised look on his face, she added, "After you get back from that 'Big mission in Spain.'"

"I don't see why not." Crash! They heard their daughter yell an apology. She had probably knocked over a lamp, but they never worried about her. She was a smart girl, who never seemed to get herself stuck in a situation without having a way out.

Perhaps her being like her mother would help her out of the trouble that she would get herself into. That mouth would certainly get her into the trouble, but she knew that her mother and father would bail her out. So at the end of the day, she would never be alone, and someone would always be there like family should be.

A/N: This chapter was just an introduction to this part. I'm trying to establish where the main characters are in life and I want the family moments to be funny. It reminds me of my family: No subject is taboo at the dinner table, everything is hilarious, and we mess with everyone about everything. Maybe that's why I tell the truth and am straight forward, but everyone else says that I'm mean. No, I just ain't afraid to tell my own friends the truth about themselves. Ahem, sorry, just had a flashback. Anyway, expect humor and review!