I KNOW, I KNOWWWW. "Vanille." It's cheesy, but don't you think it makes sense? -pleading puppy eyes- Plus the little Vanille's hair is white, so it makes sense to use "Vanilla."

I mean, they won't see their friends Vanille and Fang anymore, plus they saved everyone from that huge comet-meteor thing (wasn't exactly clear on what that thing was). So, don't you think it works? If you don't like it though, it gets worse later. You shall see...

AssasinZAssasin- Thank you so much for all your advice! I'll try to make it longer this time, I just couldn't find much else to say about just the two of them in the previous chapter.

FFLightXHopeTifaXCloud - Oh, I was sort of planning to have other stories that gave all the background info, instead of sticking it all in here. This one is supposed to be the one just about their new family.

Mr steve jr - Thank you so much! ^^

Thank you three so much for being my first 3 reviewers! Sorry about the length of the chapters, I promise it'll get longer as I get better at this.

Children were based off of semokan's (on deviantart) lovely work! I don't know how to put a working URL here, though. Soooo, the work is called: FF13-HxL-XX years later?

Please look semokan up! Her art is amazing!

In the doorway to the master bedroom stood a young boy of six years. His hair was almost exactly like Hope's, but it was parted on the opposite side, and an odd color. It was a sort of rusty, indescribable shade of his mother's hair color, which was darker than Lightning's strawberry blond, and nowhere near Hope's platinum blond, though he had his father's vivid green eyes. His pajamas consisted of a regular, blue T-shirt and black soccer shorts.

"Aidan, what's wrong?" Light sat up and held out her arms to her son, who took the opportunity and sat down on her lap, rubbing his eyes slightly. "It's not even seven yet, and a weekend. You're up early."

"Mom, you and Dad are loud…" Aidan complained. "If Vanille wakes up this early, we're all gonna have problems..."

"Ah. Right." Vanille was their daughter, only five years old. Aidan often tried to act older than his age, but Vanille didn't care if she was immature, for now. She would cry if waken on a weekend.

"Here. I'll make you breakfast. What do you want?" Lightning picked up her son, who struggled a little, before letting her carry him to the kitchen and set him down in a chair. She would probably always try to do that to him. Aidan secretly liked the warm gesture from his mother, but always said it wasn't what a "man" should allow.

"Mmm... I want french toast." Aidan leaned forward and stretched out on the table top, watching his mother as she pulled various items from the pantry and refrigerator. "Mom, can I go to Brian's house later? We're gonna go to that new arcade that opened last week, downtown."

Pouring milk into a tall glass, she set it down in front of Aidan. "No, not today, did you forget? Today's your Aunt Serah's birthday." She smiled in amusement as Aidan hit his forehead with his palm.

"Oh, no! I totally forgot!" He leapt out of the chair and rushed off to call his friend, leaving the glass of milk behind on the table, it's contents sloshing back and forth.

"Aidan! Don't call them! It's too early for a boy your age to be up!" Lightning yelled after him, before turning back to the stove. She heard a small whump and two simultaneous "Ow!"s, and knew that Hope had interfered.

Though, he had not so much as interfered, than walked out of the bathroom just as his son barreled into him. Both exclaimed in pain as Hope rubbed his side and Aidan stumbled back, clutching his forehead. Hope couldn't help but laugh as he kneeled down, placing a hand on Aidan's head. "Sorry, you okay?"

"Owww! Dad! What're you doing?" Aidan rubbed the red spot on his head and was about to go on when a small whimper came from the doorway further on ahead.

Vanille Estheim stood there, clutching her bunny doll from Nautilus to her, which had been given to her on her fourth birthday. Her silver locks fell past her shoulder, in two long pieces of hair that curled near the ends. It was just like Lightning's hair, but one on both sides. There was one piece of hair, however, that stuck up on top of Vanille's hair. No matter what they did, it would not lie flat, so the girl had grudgingly grown to accept it.

Pouting, she tottered sleepily over to her brother and glared at him with bright blue eyes before proceeding to try to bop him on the head, though he was a head taller than her. "Onii-chan, you're loud! It's only 7:05! Why are you up? You're loud! Meany! Bully! Nuisance!"

"Ughh, shut up, Vanille! You don't even know what a nuisance is!" Aidan yelled, holding Vanille back by her head. Both sprung apart and quickly quieted as Lightning towered over them, holding a spatula in a very menacing fashion.

"I don't want you two yelling at each other! And Aidan, don't tell your little sister to shut up! Vanille, don't hit your older brother! Now behave, and go eat breakfast!" She brought the spatula down with a whoosh to point at a steaming plate of french toast on the table.

The kids quickly scuttled off, and Lightning closed her eyes and tilted her head back, sighing. Putting her hands on her hips, she opened them again and turned to Hope. "You could step in, too, you- Hope?"

Her husband had been quite intimidated, as well, it seemed. He had run off with his children, and was now munching on his french toast quietly, all three subdued.

Lightning sighed again, putting two fingers to her temple, before turning and entering the bathroom, locking the door. In the spacious room, though, she could hear giggles on the other side of the door. Smiling, she began to get ready. They were having a big party tonight for Serah, after all.