A/N: Starting with this chapter onward I'm going to put notes above and below my chapters. I know that this is common practice but it's new to me. I didn't do so before because my AO3 account was basically my main account while my account was more to back up in case Ao3 ever exploded or something of that nature. Though I realized that most people who read here don't also read on Ao3 and while I can PM folks who review my fics, this doesn't work for those reviewing anonymously.

This chapter was actually posted on Ao3 months ago. I'm double posting both this chapter and the next chapter that I just wrote here back to back for that reason. Because this was my back up for my fics and I find loading stories to be a little clunky here I try to post chapters and one shots in huge groups. So when I post a update for Red Bundle, chances are that I'm also loading a new story or adding a chapter to another fic. I'll try to be more on top of my updates here.

Finally considering this is my main story I want to thank ADdude who doesn't review here but on Ao3, I tend to keep an eye out for him considering he basically has a better version of this story called Like Father, Like Daughter. I'm not caught up with it but I would recommend it. Also would like to thank Mr. Haziq for telling me to use dividers because I forgot they existed until he did. Dividers make everything so much easier to read. Thank you everyone who favorited, followed, reviewed up to this point. It really motivates me to continue this story.

"So today's the day." Hekapoo stuffed random items into a velvet sack. It was nice, far nicer than most of the things in her house which made it suitable for holding the bottle, toys and whatever else would be needed for the weekend. She bobbed and weaved in and out of the kitchen gathering what was necessary.

"Don't remind me." Hekapoo responded. She was also sitting at her kitchen table, face down, nose smushed.

"Hey, we been keeping everything pretty linear around here ever since Marco found out about our bundle of joy." There was a clatter as the first Hekapoo pushed a few knick knacks that were in her way. "If we really wanted to avoid this we could just speed this place up a couple of years."

"We could." Hekapoo Two readjusted her head so that she rest on her chin. She let out a groan, "But than he would whine."

The first Hekapoo presented herself to the first. She place the sack down gently. "Why don't we allow the kid to decide?"

There was a giggle. At her highchair there was Minnie, much bigger than she was when she was born. She could even move around a bit as she so gloriously demonstrated to Rhombolus the day prior. The baby squished the sack, each hand hitting the sides simultaneously. Maybe she knew her toys were in there or maybe she was fascinated at the new material cause she gave it a pinch and a few more swats until it unbalanced and felt to the floor.

"So was that a 'yes, prevent me from meeting my still teen father' or 'no, don't do that?'" Hekapoo 2: Return of Hekapoo gauged the infants reaction.

The only response she got was the girl's awing at the sack on the ground and the effect that the miracle of gravity had on it.

Hekapoo hissed, "You're no help at all."

Minnie laughed and slapped her chair until she let out a long wet raspberry. Hekapoo was a grown woman, but even than a small part of her felt that her kid was mocking her plight.

There was a ball of smoke which formed in between the two Hekapoos. They were already whining by the time it began to speak. "Hekapoo."

It clear a bit, but not completely revealing a skull in it's center. It's irisless face gazed at both the figure sitting and then the figure standing up. It greet the clone, "Hekapoo."

The redhead, the one at the table waved her hand lazily, a flame flipped over and put itself out. The Hekapoo who had gathering the supplies didn't complain as she vanished out of reality. The one with her chin pressed against the table spoke, "Sorry Hekapoo isn't here right now."

"Very funny." The skull didn't think it was something to laugh out loud to, but he did have a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Can't hear you. We're breaking up." Hekapoo shot out a few more excuses.

"We're not on a mirror." The skull argued.

Hekapoo scoffed. She kicked her head back till it hung over the back of the chair. "Doesn't matter. Go away Omnitraxus"

"Hey, don't be like that. I just wanted to talk a little." Minnie caught Omnitraxus Prime's eye. "About this little dear."

Minerva didn't blinked as the entity caught her attention. There was a small amount of drool in the corner of her mouth, but she couldn't risk for it to distract her from him.

"Why is everyone bothering me about my daughter?" Hekapoo shouted upwards to some mysterious being.

"Well it's just that you have a daughter." Prime hesitated, "And you didn't really tell me."

"Was I supposed to?" Hekapoo crossed her arms. She couldn't possibly see how the other commissioner was relative to all of this.

"Well ya, I mean we are family and I got time-space powers and you got time-space powers." He rambled on as an uninterested demoness stared. "I thought we were a team, y'know like Rhombulus and Lektmet. The time space duo."

"Omni, what are you talking about?" She said and the talking head gave a whimper. Hekapoo massage her temples. She wasn't sure if a migraine and a headache were two different things or not. Either way she was experiencing both of them. "We were never closer then we had to be. What is this really about?"

Omnitraxus might've not had skin or muscle but he had centuries of experience to adopt a face that made it look like he been stabbed right in the back. "I'm just trying to figure out how this all happened."

"Well when a man and a woman love each other very much, the woman challenges the man to a sixteen year long duel." Hekapoo started her personal version of the birds and the bees.

"You know what I mean." The floating entity dismissed her mockery, "It's not like we're mortals. This doesn't really happen to us."

"Why not?" Hekapoo thought about it, "We can eat and drink. There's no reason why I shouldn't have been able to poop that rugrat out. It was always a possibility."

Her guest considered it, "That does make sense, but why now?"

"I forgot my birth control."

Omnitraxus wasn't eating or drinking. In fact it was hard to judge whether he could consume anything in his bodiless form, but by some miracle he nearly did choke. "You forgot your birth control?"

"Ya." Hekapoo made it clear that she didn't wish to elaborate further.

"After centuries of existence, you just forgot your birth control." Prime acted like didn't believe he heard her correctly the first time.

His fellow commissioner shrugged. "What can I say? I forgot. I'm not perfect"

"Huh." The floating skull didn't know what he had expected but it wasn't exactly that. Regardless he moved on to his next line of questioning. "So why didn't you tell us?"

Hekapoo hummed like she was considering her answer. It was blatantly obvious that she was not. "Didn't feel like it."

"Hekapoo. I can see endless timelines with endless versions of both of us. I don't believe everything single version of you will be this stubborn."

"You can really take the fun out of things Omnitraxus." Hekapoo frowned, "Okay so long long time ago. Some unseen unknowable force popped out Glossaryck, sent him on some random mission to spread magic across the universe."

"That close enough, but I don't see how that is relevant." The skull was clearly hushed.

"Getting to that." Hekapoo sat up. "So universe popped out Glossaryck, and he ended up with the people of Mewni, spreading their culture and influence. In order to make it easy, he popped out us."

Omnitraxus didn't interrupt. He gave the red head all the time she needed to finish her thought.

"I popped out this little girl, now what?" Hekapoo laid down the question. "When this tyke becomes adult size, does she belong with the commission? Does she stick with me making scissors with me for the next stretch of immortality?"

"I don't know. I guess she will choose." It was obvious that the guardian of of space-time hadn't given the idea of independent action much weight.

"Will she? Or will dear old 'dad' float in all day hinting that my daughter has some destined duty that she'll be stuck with for the rest of existence?" Hekapoo massaged her temples. Her vision was focus on the table, or maybe she was looking through it. "Cause commissioner or not, we do our thing. Omnitraxus: manage the timelines, Rhombulus: jail the criminals, Father Time: keep things linear."

"I never felt like my job was a burden" Prime was certain of that, but he still felt nervous, "Did you?"

"No. Mewni is stuck with me. They could fire me and I still be compelled to keep the place from burning down. That what we were made to be, we can't help it." Hekapoo laughed, or she did something that sounded like it. Didn't feel like a laugh though. "But what do I want for this brat? Since you're forcing me to be uncomfortably honest, my first gut instinct was to duck out. Keep her in my pocket until she decided what she wanted to be."

The skull frowned. "Well that's foolish."

"Ya I know." Hekapoo added, "Things don't go well when any of us decides to do our own thing."

"No," Omnitraxus refuted, "Because you believed I would force my niece to do something she didn't to do."

Hekapoo didn't realized that her back had felt a little tense. Not until it suddenly shagged, allowing her chin to drop into her palm of her hands being propped up on the table by her elbows. "Planning on spoiling her, huh?"

It seemed that the serious talk was swiftly smothered by the entity's words, for the moment anyway. It helped Hekapoo didn't really want to talk about it in the first place. She felt embarrassed by what she had said.

She didn't feel like it was over and done with, but the peace would be nice for a little bit until it came up again. Forcing someone to play a role was the exact type of thing the commission would do.

Jackie where are you?

Your mom is on her way.

She didn't even ask me why I was here when I called her.

Though I'm probably gonna get a ear full soon.

Your dad is alright.

They're letting me back in.

I get it. You want to probably wanted to be alone in case…

But he's fine. He's going to be fine.

Just text me anything so I know you're alright.

Please.

The last bubble blew up on her phone and for a moment she thought about texting. Jackie hit the 'o' and the 'k' but she could only get her thumb to hover over send. She could only curse to herself when she put the screen back to sleep. "I got to head out."

"You haven't been listening to a thing I said, have you?" Had he been talking? Jackie guess he has, but if she was honest, it had been white noise.

Jackie pushed of the fence. Somehow he talked her up onto the roof. Dumb in retrospect. She had no idea this guy was. Only who he claimed to be.

The man in the black robe raised a single hand as if commanding her to halt. "Look I understand."

Jackie shook her head, "If you did, you wouldn't be trying."

He licked his lips before he spoke. Maybe they were dry. "It's because I understand that I'm trying."

"Dad needs me." Jackie knew that only as a fact.

The man's green eyes grew wide, but he nodded. "Yes he does."

The blonde began to move to the door. She kept her vision on him. It was an excellent imitation of weary prey. "Bye."

Her fingers traced the door handle but she didn't begin to grip it before the red hair man spoke again. "Jacqueline, there isn't much time."

She breathed in, "Ya." She breathed out, "Maybe."

The knob turned. The hinges made a snap creek long squeak. Her arms felt weak. It was like she barely had the energy to escape.

"Jacqueline, listen." The man ordered her. He kept his voice low, the same way you would to fein politeness, but there was a growl behind it.

Jackie didn't care. She had more important things to worry about. "What do you even want?"

"You have to come with me." He laid it down to her. That was his mission and he wouldn't leave until it was fulfilled.

"No." There was a snort. She found it so crazy that her sense left her for a moment. It shot back into her quickly. Jackie founded herself spitting another "No," at the man, with the same tone one would scold a dog.

"Jacqueline, I'm asking for you."

Jackie balled her fist for a second before mustering the strength to uncurl them. Touching her fingers together she raised her hand and stabbed the air repeatedly. "Dude, I don't even know you."

She looked like she began to squeeze an invisible ball with her raised hand. The difficulty of the imaginary task caused her to bare her teeth. "You're what, my brother and now you want me to go off to some place I haven't been to since I was what, four, five?"

"That about sums it up. It would be so important for father" The red hair man nodded, "and I believe it might be therapeutic for you."

The bubble popped and she swept the hand through her hair, "I already knew I was adopted and I just got to say, I'm over it. I've been over it for years."

"I understand. I would be angry too." He tried diplomatically.

"Nope, not even angry. Over it." It didn't sound completely convincing, but she was irritated at that moment, if for no other reason than he because he was delaying her.

"Would you please reconsider for me?" Was he trying to give her puppy dog eyes? She couldn't believe it. What made it more annoying was that the tone, the expression was all something she would do.

Jackie scrunched her face. "Don't even know your name."

"It's me, Jakey." He coughed, "Jacob, I mean. I used to tell you to call me that before."

"Jacob." She avoided any nicknames, "There is just things more important to me right now. Listen, I know what's it like to see someone you love suffering." In fact he was keeping her away from said love one, a thought she decided not to vocalize. "But you want me to see a man I just don't know, while my dad is downstairs. He was there were your's wasn't"

"He wanted to be." He said quickly like he had to say something before Jackie walked away. "Do you think any of us knew where you were, that you were even alive? I just remember one that our mother telling me you were gone and your caretaker was jailed."

"You found me now." She countered.

Jacob nodded, "Yes and it was much harder than you realized. Earth is the prime example of 'the last place you'll look.' I have to admit that the crone might've lost her mind but she did choose the one place it would be nearly impossible to find you."

"It must've been hard for you?" Jackie guessed. When had been young when she came to Earth. If the journey was hard for him, she had no real way of knowing. "But, I'm sorry. My answers still 'no.'"

"Wait." Jackie cursed under her breathe. Maybe she was allowing the guy too much empathy. She was getting sick by the distraction. She allowed him to speak, "That man downstairs. You won't come because he's ill, correct?"

Thomas glared at him.

"Oh right, dumb question." He had the decency to give a sheepish smile. "Rhetorical really. I'm just wondering if you would come if there was a way for that man not to be. Sick, that is."

The hook pulled on the red yarn. It dragged the material through a hoop, letting it go only pull another strand. Angie repeated this process again and again. It was slow work. Slower than it usually would take her. She was skilled at crafts but she found her normally steady hands disobeying her.

She heard a cough and looked up.

Her husband had the biggest grin and a hammer in one hand. He presented before him a wooden gate, about waste high. It was crude, but she believed in her husband's carpentry enough to trust it was functional before he moved on to the next task.

They didn't have much time to get ready for the baby.

The last snitch unravelled and someone cursed under their breaths. It was probably her. She would just have to start again.

It remained forgotten as the doorbell rang.

The hook tapped against the floor as the mother dropped it. The smile her husband had from completing his latest creation was gone. He had a blank look as his eyes were locked on the door. Angie looked at him and than peered at the front entrance herself. She tapped her palms against her lap twice, "Okay."

She didn't know what she was saying 'okay' to. Should she get the door or should Rafael? He hadn't moved when she announced that so many she had mistakenly volunteered, no matter how much of a mistake she thought that was.

She stood up anyway. Normally she would've prelude her march to the door with a jolly "Coming," but she didn't feel up to that step, instead she creeped experimentally over to the handle. Her steps were silent except was that a squeak? There was a squeaky floorboard.

She thought about excessively testing that instead of moving to the door. Unfortunately her better thoughts won out and she reached the door quicker than she had hoped.

Working automatically she opened the door.

She didn't see her son, her son's daughter nor that woman who tricked her.

Angie saw a woman, brown skin, straighten hair that just kissed her shoulders.

"Sasha?" Angie asked. She couldn't say that this was her last guess at who was rapping at her door, but it certainly wasn't her first.

"Hey Angie, haven't seen you since back to school night." The woman, Sasha smiled, or at the very least she tried to. It seemed like she did so out of habit more than emotion. Her eyes seemed tired, mostly baggy.

It wasn't help that she seem to be drifting off standing up. She snapped out of it and asked, "I'm sorry. I should've called, but I just needed to check real quick. Is Jackie here?"

"Jackie?" Angie looked past the woman. She understood why the woman might check for her daughter here, but Angie didn't know how to tell her about the girl's relationship with her son. Angie herself have a clue how the girl had taken the news or if she even had received the news at all.

She decided on, "No. No, she hasn't been here in a while."

The woman seemed to surrender at thay answer. To Angie it looked like gravity could overtake her at any minute.

"Alright." Sasha nodded, "Just if you hear from her could you give me a call, or better yet, have Jackie call?"

Angie adopted a weary smile, inviting the woman if she desired to vent. "Is everything alright?"

The guest eyes wandered in the air for a moment, "What?" She blinked. "Yes, I'm fine. Just life, you understand?"

Angie wished she didn't. Considering the current events she could only laugh, "Life can be full of surprises."

The woman stood there. There was a momentary understanding between the two of them.

"Mom?" Just like that the spell was broken. "Mrs Thomas?"

Sasha stepped aside. A couple inches from where she had been standing was the young man of the house. Star wasn't too far behind him.

The woman seemed like she wanted to greet the two teens but all the came out of her mouth was a huff of dry air. She turned back to Angie, "Just if you hear anything, please."

"I understand." The mother's nod conveyed that she would prioritize it.

Marco and the woman moved passed one another as she left. Star leaned towards her friend and with a low voice asked, "Who's that?"

"That's Jackie's mom." Marco answered, though he seemed confused.

With that realization, Star spun on the tip of her toes and shouted "Bye Jackie's mom. Bye."

There was no doubt that Sasha Thomas had heard Star, but she entered her car without sparing a glance at the girl.

"Is everything alright?" Marco asked his mom.

Angie wasn't sure if he was asking if everything was alright with her or if everything was alright with Mrs Thomas, but either way her answer was "I don't know."

It was quickly revised "I don't think so."

"Oh." Marco looked inside. There was her half finished project on the couch and the baby proof gate his father had made among other hasty put together items. "Is everything ready?"

Inside?

Outside?

Inside but in some place they didn't expect, like a closet or a cabinet?

That could be fun. She could scream surprise as someone went to get cereal, give them an heart attack and add to the short, but major list of reason her baby's grandmother hated her.

She probably should play it safe and open the portal right outside the Diaz residence. Try to play down her nigh-omnipotence; act quaint.

Hekapoo did so. She slice the air easily with one hand as she held Minnie close to her in the other. The baby was wrapped up tight in her father's hoodie. Lucky guy, her and Omnitraxus' little chat was enough to bored the kid. She was down first round against the sandman.

Better that Minerva was a sleep. The kid can bring down hell sometimes when she see her mother leave.

If it was one thing she wasn't going through today it was hell. Extremely awkward exchange with her baby daddy's parents, maybe but she was going to be without a baby for a bit over two days. Hekapoo was going to have a stay home vacation because she was worth it. Maybe sun bath outside her house.

She dressed for the occasion too: Beach shirt, beach skirt. She had to poke her horns through her beach hat, but she felt it was worth it to complete the look.

What really brought it all together was a large pair of sunglasses which will hopefully do a lot to hide her expression in case her baby's grandmother freaked out again.

Not that she was planning on that happening. She had no time to go through hell. She was on vacation.

Hekapoo raised her sunglasses up a bit, just to get a better look at child in her arms. It was just to double check if she actually had been asleep. She wouldn't look pass the kid to try and pull one over on her.

In fact she dared the kid to make a fuss.

Instead all the kid did was expand her nosils as she snoozed. Of course when she's not going to look after her, the brat chose not to be a ball of energy.

It was almost enough to cause her to roll her eyes, or maybe she did roll her eyes. No one would be able to tell behind the sunglasses. That is what they were there for.

With her free hand the mother reached her a string and pulled. The sack by her feet rose. She juggled it a bit by, lowering it a bit only to yank it back up just before it could touch the ground. Base on her judgement it was heavy. What did she pack and how did she fit it in there?

"Must be a mom thing." She spoke to Minnie despite the only response being a puff of air as the baby exhaled. "You should definitely be good while muscles is fumbling around."

Hekapoo allowed the sack to rest on the ground once more. Raising a fist in the air, she allowed it to hung in front of the Diaz residence front door.

There was no harm in a triple check. She pivoted away from the door and took a long hard look at her daughter. Strands of brown hair stuck out from the hoodie. She found the color a bit funny now that she knew who she had inherent it from. She adjusted the bundle a bit, trying to cover her as best as she could.

It was hard considering the horns got in the way. "I swear they're getting bigger everyday."

She took a step behind her but stopped as she realized that she was closer to the door than she thought. Hekapoo allowed the arch of her back to rest on the frame.

The mother took a deep breath so she could puff her chest. With one motion she spun back around, putting her back face to face with the door.

The fist went back up.

She twitched, "Guess I'm doing this" and allowed her knuckles to tap.

A/N: Since I'm posting the next chapter now, gonna skip the end chapter note.