A/N: Yes, I know both chapters are short... And I'm truly sorry. But I've been having a hard time writing stories lately... :( This I actually typed during school hahaha...

13 Months Later

Thirteen months later, and I'm dead. Not literally, figuratively. Why? Well, you see I have a seven year old son, who is slightly jealous of his three month year old sister, Eva. Yup, that's right. We named our second child –a healthy, cute baby girl- after Dante's mother. Too bad that none of our kids will be able to see or meet their grandparents. Why? Well my mother died before I even knew her, and my father died in the explosion of the mental hospital that was my evil home for all my life. My adoptive parents lost contact after that incident, though I did recently receive an e-mail from my little brother. Dante's dad, Sparda, is dead…or so we think… And he lost his mother when he was young. Dante has a twin brother, but he's dead too. BUT! Dante had recently found a young man that looks like him, with a demon arm. Okay maybe they don't look alike… (well they got the same hair color… silver). But he does come over sometimes. His name is Nero. He's got a girlfriend, named Kyrie. Their a nice couple. And Nero is sort of a bipolar opposite of Dante…Well that's my opinion anyway.

Oh look, I'm rambling. It's what you get when you have two kids and you haven't kicked anyone asses. I'm basically a stay at home mom. I miss the blood shed honestly, but I love hanging out with my two adorable children. Though I have to stop trusting Dante about getting food. All he has for food is pizza and strawberry sundaes. I didn't mind it at first, but it gets to you after a few weeks. And don't remind me about money! A year after the incident on the MH, we were in debt! Yeah in debt. Still slightly in debt too. I take care of the money these days, but with me still having no job..we will be in debt for basically the rest of our lives.

"Mommy!" Aiden yelled from his room. If your like me and you stay home 24/7 you know where every sound comes from.

"What Aiden? I'm downstairs!" I yelled back attempting to organize Dante's desk…epic fail. The main floor was Dante's office, and the whole upstairs was our apartment. The main floor was plain. There was a desk in the back middle of the room, and on the back walls were trophies of what Dante had killed. In one corner was an old jukebox, that you have to kick, or punch in order for it to work. And to the left, by the stairs was a pool table, a couch and an old TV that barely works.

"You want power! You want power!" Said one of "trophies" on the walls. I turned around and gave it a glare.

"I don't want power you fucking piece of shit!"

"Mommy! You-"

"Yeah I know! I'm a bad mommy." I truly was, well when it came to my lovely vocabulary I was. "Well what's up my cute looking son?" I gave him a slight nuggie. Aiden was totally a mama's boy.

"Eva made something go on fire."

"Hahaha…wait…what?"

"Eva. Made. A. Plant. Go. On. Fire." He said slowly.

My eyes widened, and entered mother mode. I ran upstairs to Eva's bedroom. When I opened the door, there was a plant burning in bright yellow flame. And standing in the crib, was a smiling blonde, Eva. Eva clapped her hands, all happy.

"Oh dear…" I mumbled, and I snapped my fingers, and the flame disintegrated, leaving the flame unharmed…well physically, anyways. I walked towards to a still happy Eva, giggling, and picked her up. "You are becoming like mommy… and that is bad…very very bad…"

"Why is it bad?" Aiden asked rocking in the rocking chair.

"Having a toddler with the ability to control fire…think about it Aiden."

"Ohhhh….SHE COULD BURN ROBBY JENKS!" He said laughing. I gave him a slight glare and rolled my eyes. "Sorry… "

"It's fine…I thought you took care of that problem a week ago." We were walking towards the kitchen.

"I did, but then this week he started up again."

"Aiden, can you help you sister eat, while I start dinner?"

"Sure." Aiden sat on the couch that was in the kitchen, and I gave Eva to her older brother. I then gave him the bottle.

"Tell me if she's start's to squirm. And after your done. Burp her-"
"I know the drill mom."

I gave him a smile, and went back to cooking dinner. What were we having? I have no idea, what's ever in the fridge I suppose.