A/N: Bit of a time skip here but I had this idea stuck in my head. I may go back and write when Maka and Soul just became parents. I hope you enjoy the story!

Lunar

Soul examined the paper that had been unceremoniously shoved in his hands. It looked like his hair at the very least. Though it was a shocking neon green instead of white because as the artist had said, "Gween is better." But the rest of Soul was a multi-colored mash of shapes and scribbles that vaguely resembled a tie-dye version of Sonic the Hedgehog.

He turned his head and squinted his eyes a little. He could kind of see arms and legs in the mess. There were other scribbles of color besides the Soul-blob but those were indiscernible.

A little huff interrupted his thoughts. He looked up to his nearly three year old daughter, perched precariously besides him on the couch. On the floor under her feet lay Cerberus who followed her everywhere.

"Well?" she demanded impatiently, her little hands on her hips.

Soul smirked. "Well what?"

Her green eyes narrowed, uncannily like her mother's. "What do you fink?" Her insistence on pronouncing certain words wrong like "think" (despite Maka's constant attempts to correct her) ruined the threat in her voice.

Tossing his head back in a laugh, he heard a cross "don't laugh" but he couldn't stop. When Corrie got mad, she was too adorable for him to keep a straight face, just like her mother.

Losing her patience, she scrambled to her feet onto the couch and pounced on his lap. Cerberus followed his little master's suit and nudged playfully at Soul's legs.

"Oof," Soul grunted as he caught the full brunt of her jump. He felt little hands grab his face, forcing him to pay attention to the annoyed two year old in front of him. She squished his cheeks. "Daddy! Tell me!"

Deciding any more teasing might push his daughter into imitating her mother's chop, he handed the picture back to her. Swinging her off his lap and into his arms, he buried his face into her neck, peppering her with raspberries. "I think it's beautiful," he said between raspberries.

Pushing him back with her free hand, she squealed, "Daddy! Put me down!"

He plopped her back in his lap, sweeping his hand over her white head of hair, trying to fix the rumpled mess it became. Impatiently, she pushed back his head and turned, straining to look at him. "You really like it?" she asked uncertainly.

"Of course, I do!" he said, rumpling her just-fixed hair.

She giggled. "Good!" Scrambling off his lap, she sprinted back to kitchen table, Cerberus trotting behind her. "I'm gonna finish!"

For several minutes, Soul listened to her furious scribbling as he flipped through channels of the TV.

Maka had been called a few hours ago to a meeting for meisters by Kid, who had been growing more and more neurotic as the anniversary of the DWMA and subsequent anniversary party drew closer. She'd left with a face akin to the face she wore when dealing with Excalibur and Soul had struggled to not look too content on not having to go to this meeting. He was definitely much happier to deal with his daughter, who was much easier to handle and entertain than Kid, temper tantrums and all.

Although, he hoped she would be home to help prepare for dinner because he definitely could not handle "the cook's helper" on his own.

Tiny rapid footsteps came from the kitchen as Corrie came running out of the kitchen-walking had never even been in her vocabulary. Skidding to a stop in front of him, Cerberus standing behind her like a bodyguard with an overeager tail. She thrust the picture at him. "All done!" she sang.

Soul looked at the two new mish-mash of colors next the blob that was him. One was a circular mess of black with a line coming from one end. Soul hoped he guessed who it was right. He spoke slowly. "Is this…Cerberus?"

Her green eyes lit up. "Yes!"

She pointed excitedly at the oval figure besides him. "And and and?"

Soul frowned as he examined it. The colors didn't make sense to him as they clearly did to his daughter. Maybe it was an imaginary friend or animal of some sort? He considered for a moment. Then he spoke. "Is it an angry hippopotamus?"

She let out an aghast gasp. "Daddy, that's Mama!"

And at that moment, Maka decided to walk in the front door. "Mama!" she cried, abandoning Soul with the treasonous picture. She sprinted over to her mother, who was slowly taking off her shoes, clearly exhausted. Cerberus trailed behind her, licking at Maka's feet. Soul followed quickly behind Cerberus, thinking of what he could possibly say to distract his one-track minded daughter.

Maka brightened, picking her up. "Hi baby girl, did you have fun spending the afternoon with Daddy?"

"Mama, Daddy thought you were an angry hipp-tatamus!" She pointed accusingly at Soul, who was standing in the hallway to the living room, mouth open.

A confused look came over Maka's face and then she narrowed her eyes at Soul. "What?"

Soul raised the picture feebly. "That's…what I thought…your picture…looked like."

"You thought I looked like an angry hippopotamus?" she said, drawing closer to him.

He tried to crack a joke. "Maybe more of a happy one?"

Soul rose shakily from the ground, pushing Cerberus who'd eagerly jumped on him out of the way, his head throbbing from her Maka chop. "Maybe more like an angel?"

"Much better," Maka said, walking past him to the kitchen as their daughter laughed merrily at her father, her marker-stained hands waving at him.