A/N: Hey! Ok, the baby's name is pronounced Jae-rielle, Jae as in Jaenelle and rielle like Gabrielle. Later!

And, am I not amazing for updating so much? I know, you guys wanted so patiently for me to update and I haven't in forever, but look! This is the third chapter I've added! And I am thinking about expanding Somethings from a one shot to a short story. :D I love you all so much for putting up with me!! Kiss kiss!!

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Kiernan sighed as he gave the five month old baby back to his sister. Rosey's daughter was the cutest baby he had ever seen. Her fuzzy hair was silver blonde like her father's, though her eyes were the deep gold of Rosey's. Devon and Rosey named their daughter Jaerielle Sadi, mixing their mother's names. The baby was the darling of the SaDiablo family, showered with gifts from both sides of the family and the coven and boyos. Kiernan thought the kid would be spoiled rotten before she turned three by all the enthralled aunts and uncles.

Glancing out the window, he sighed. It was still raining. Damn it, how was he supposed to go hunting when it was raining?!

"Something bothering you, Kier?" Rosey said from behind him. He growled and threw himself into a chair.

"I am tired of this rain!" he snarled. He had arrived two days ago from Terreille, where he had returned the day she had left and had come back for Jaerielle's birth then gone back to finish up some business. This was his first time back to the Shadow Realm in five months.

"Don't worry, it will ease up soon. I know you are anxious to go hunting, but don't hurt yourself wishing for it."

He gave her a balefully glare.

"Has anyone heard from Rayen?" he asked to change the subject. Rosey's eyes saddened.

"She sent me a letter the other day. Said she was doing well, the baby was due soon. I just wish she would tell someone who the father is. She makes such a big fuss about being a "bastard" but then she is doing the same thing to her own child. I mean, even if the man refuses to acknowledge the babe, at least others will know who it is."

"Maybe she won't tell because she is afraid of shaming his family," he said softly. Rosey gave him a puzzled look.

"What do you mean?"

"Perhaps she is afraid that, because she doesn't know who her father is, her child's father's family will reject her," he said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. Rosey stood and crossed to stand next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You know who the father is, don't you?" she said quietly. He hesitated and nodded slowly. "She asked you not to tell?"

"She was afraid she would bring disgrace on his family," he said, his eyes blank and staring, his mind picturing when Rayen had told him she was pregnant. Rosey nodded, her face distressed. "She was afraid to acknowledge the father, she didn't want to "disgrace him" as she said."

"I see." She pursed her lips then offered him her daughter. "Watch her for me, please? I need to go look at something."

Rosey hurried from the room, not giving him a chance to argue. As she hurried through the corridors, she thought about the look on her brother's face, the anguish and longing in his eyes, the pain that had flashed across his handsome features. She wondered what his connection was with Rayen.

When she came to her workshop, she lifted the Black lock and called in a small, golden key, with which she unlocked the door. When she slipped inside, she Black locked the door again and faced the room.

It was the ideal Black Widow lair. The walls were covered with shelves, each full of bottles, some empty and others full, each precisely tagged in the Old Tongue, a habit she had picked up from her grandfather.

She sat in the comfortable leather chair she had brought in for this purpose and closed her eyes, taking the sidestep into the world of dreams.

It was almost an hour later that Rosey stormed back into the room, her golden eyes flashing, her Black Jewels glowing. Kiernan looked up from his conversation with Jaenelle, who held her granddaughter in her lap. Jaenelle took one look at Rosey, who had turned her burning gaze on Kiernan and took Jaerielle from the room, closing the door behind her.

"It is you," she hissed after she snapped a Black aural shield around the room. Kiernan didn't say anything, just sat in his chair, staring into space.

"I…I don't want to talk about it, Rosey," he finally said in a strained voice. She glared at him for a long time before she nodded and released the shield.

"I won't say anything to anyone," she told him, one hand on the doorknob. "But not for your sake. I will hold my peace because Rayen is like my sister and she obviously doesn't want anyone to know that you are the father." With those words hanging between them, she left, slamming the door behind her. Kiernan put his head in his hands and closed his eyes, yearning for the woman who, with her departure, had taken his heart with her.