A/N: Hehe, this went a different direction in writing. I was going to make it about Zym originally, but I decided against it last minute and changed it up! So... without further ado...

Chapter Summary:

Word Count: 1,952

New Addition

"I want another one."

Rayla moved her head up from her book and furrowed a brow at her husband. He was stood at his easel, currently sketching out another portrait of Rayla. She noticed that his gaze was focused out the window, almost as if he was looking off into the distance. Rayla turned the page of her book and lowered her gaze, asking, "Another what?"

"Another one!" he repeated, excitement pouring out of him as he turned to his wife. He placed his hand on his hips and grinned at her. "Y'know," he wordlessly gestured out the window.

Confused, Rayla put her book down as she directed her attention outside. She smiled at the sight. In the courtyard, there were two kids. A boy and girl, each with white hair, running around with sticks in their hands, arming themselves as if they were swords. The boy, who had a lengthy amount of hair that nearly fell at his shoulders, wore dark blue pants with a maroon sweatshirt. The girl, with disheveled short hair—by choice apparently—spun the stick on her fingers with an excited smile. She wore a navy blue robe that stopped at her knees, and maroon fingerless gloves. Lianand Isha, their little halfling children.

Rayla's eyes widened as the realization hit her. "Oooh no!" she denied, shaking her head. "Nope, nope, nope!" She vigorously shook her hands. "No thank ya." She threw a pointed at a the Archmage and said, "If ya want another one then ya can either push it yourself or magic one up! Otherwise? We're a four person family!"

Callum laughed as he walked over to Rayla. "Right, right, I'm sorry." He knelt down and smiled. "That'd be cruel."

"Exactly." She closed her eyes with vigor.

"Buuuut," Callum smirked. "Just so we're clear, you'd be fine with any addition to our family so long as you don't have to birth them?"

"Exac—" Rayla stopped herself when it dawned on her. She instantly opened her eyes and hastily said, "W-Wait! No!" She shook her head. "Callum—"

He instantly backed away and threw off his apron. "Too late you already said yes earlier!" he shouted as he ran out the room.

Rayla ran up to the window and pushed it open. She watched as he ran down the street and shouted, "Ya better not create some magic baby!" She frowned as he continued running, most definitely because he tuned her out. She looked at her kids and noticed their confused looks. "Your dad's just being silly. Again."

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"Mum, why isn't Dad home yet?" Lian asked as he placed the last bowl on the table.

"Aye," Isha chimed in, "he left hours ago and hasn't returned yet." She began placing the cutlery and frowned as she spared a glance outside the window. "We don't get to stay at the cottage much."

"Yea!" he younger brother agreed.

"I know," Rayla muttered. She continued to stir the pot, tuning it her children's endless complaints.

"And he promised to show me another spell!" Isha added.

"Yeah!"

"I know," Rayla sighed.

"And he said he was going to do another family portrait!" Isha reminded.

"Yeah!"

"I know dear," Rayl groaned. She lifted the spoon up to her mouth and tasted it. She wasn't sure if it was because of her attitude, but her stew tasted more bitter than usual.

Isha's voice fell to a whisper, "And Dad's cooking is better…"

"I know!" Rayla shrieked. She turned around and frowned at her kids. "This ain't easy y'know?" She crossed her arms at their blank faces.

"But Dad taught us," Isha countered.

"Yeah!" Lian agreed. "He also told us not to let you near the kitchen."

Rayla smirked. "Ya know what? Ya lot might want some more meat in your stew, how else are ya gonna be big strong trolls?" she teased, pointing a spoon at her daughter.

Isha stuck her tongue out at her mom. "Ya're just jealous because we can cook!" she proudly declared.

Rayla laughed as she shook her head. She turned back to her stew and continued working on it, deciding adding some more spices might liven up the taste. But she swore that the first five would've done so. "Ya cook one omelette and suddenly Ya're all world renowned chefs."

"The chefs back at the castle like our eggs!" Lian addresses. "Gerald always says, "We've got the makings of a true chef!'" he pinched his fingers together as he mimicked his accent.

Isha rolled her eyes. "That aside, why don't ya let us cook?"

"'Cause I'd appreciate it if we didn't get your Uncle Ez mad because we burned down the family cottage," Rayla shot back.

"But ya can supervise?" Isha offered. "Dad and Chef Gerald always did that. And we made some good breakfasts!"

Rayla frowned, though her daughter couldn't see it. "Breakfast for dinner isn't good. And what's wrong with stew? Ya put enough of anything and it'll taste good!" She turned around and offered a spoonful toward her daughter.

She recoiled in disgust and backed away, raising her hands in fear. "If it's all the same with ya Mum, I think Lian and I'll wait till Da comes home."

A sudden sound of the door swinging open drew everyone's attention away from the food. "Honey, I'm home!" Callum announced in sing song.

Rayla rolled her eyes. Of course he'd enter like that. She watched as her children's expression lit up with excitement. She waved them off. "Yeah, yeah, go run to your father," she said monotonously, "Ya babies."

Isha laughed as she followed her younger brother out the dining room. Rayla chuckled to herself as she listened to the pitter patter of their feet. They always loved running, and Rayla loved that energy. Rayla was similar when she was younger, so she was happy to see a lot of herself in her kids—aside from their ears and small horns of course. That said, she knew that they had some sort of secret alliance with Callum that made them want to tease her at every possible turn. Of course, Rayla knew it was all in good fun, but she wasn't always going to let them get away with it all the time.

A sudden shriek startled Rayla from her thoughts. "What! What happened!" Rayla screamed.

Lian ran into the room, eyes wide with excitement as he rushed to Rayla's legs, hugging them firmly. "Mummy! It's the greatest thing ever!" he cheered. "Thank you so much!"

"For what Lian?"

"Mum!" Isha shouted as she ran in. "She looks so cute! Can we name her?" she asked as she rushed over to her mother.

Rayla's eyes widened. "He didn't…" she whispered.

"But I did!" Callum cheerily replied. He poked his head right around the dining room archway. "Oh I did, my dear."

She pouted at her husband as she clasped her hands together. "Callum, ya know I love ya, but please, please, please, tell me ya didn't adopt a baby?" she asked with a tired voice.

Callum laughed. "Naaah, of course not!" he laughed. "What? You think I went over a hospital, asked any of the nurses if there were any babies without parents, signed adoption papers, and took a baby?" he asked, mustering up a serious face. Though the tone he was using had Rayla worried.

"Yes. That's exactly what I 'thought'," she exclaimed. "But now ya got me thinkin' otherwise!"

"I didn't," Callum said seriously.

Rayla sighed out of relief. "Thank ya." She managed a small smile.

"Because I got a baby Sky Dragon instead!" Callum cheered, stepping fully into the room with a whitish grey little dragon in his arms.

Rayla's eyes went wide as her jaw dropped. "But… but… how?" she stammered, "when did—why did—no, no, no!" She stomped her foot. "Ya did not just kidnap a baby Sky Dragon from her Mum!"

Callum's eyes shot open in shock as he quickly shook his head. "No! Of course not! No, no!" he laughed as he made his way over to his wife, petting the small dragon as he walked. "Ray, no, she's from an adoption shelter."

"What?" Rayla asked.

"Yeah, it's a whole thing," Callum smiled, "like, they find and discover little abandoned babies and look for people who are willing to look after them. The shelter said they found her in nest after they saw the mother… shot down," he sadly whispered. Rayla's face fell at the statement. "It was shortly before that Dragon Hunter bandit group was shut down. They rescued the egg and started hatching it." Callum grinned as he looked in Rayla's eyes. "Ever since I heard about it, I visited whenever I had the chance. I didn't want to say anything till she hatched. I had Ez stop by just to tell me her name. Zeusia." He lifted the baby dragon and cooed. "I saw this lil' girl and thought, she reminds me of Zym." He turned her over and allowed her to blink her little bluebell eyes at Rayla. "Doesn't she?"

Rayla stared at into the baby dragon's eyes and sighed. Her heart melted at the innocence staring back at her. Zeusia's tongue fell out as her head flopped onto Callum's arm. She purred as she blinked at Rayla. That look brought back so many memories. Memories of her, Callum, and Ezran travelling throughout the lands, carrying a young dragon king. Memories of their merry band of three, happily running about and cuddling Zym. Memories that included the devastating struggles and amazing adventures that occurred when she and Callum alone entered Xadia.

Her face slightly flushed as she remembered the experiences that entailed alongside Zym's journey. Experiences like, her and Callum's first kiss—he chimed in long after they finished, but was very energetic for it. All the nights he snuggled alongside them when they slept together, those was moments she enjoyed too. And there was that one time he interrupted them when they nearly had—

"Ray?" Callum spoke up. Startled from her embarrassing thoughts, she looked up at her husband with a blush. "You okay?"

She smiled with a nod. She moved her hand over to Zeusia's head and stroked it softly, grinning at how she purred. She looked down at her kids and chuckled. "Ya're gonna have to help look after her, ya know?"

Isha nodded. "We will!"

"Ya'll need to make sure she's fed."

"We will!" Lian said.

"And help her fly too, she needs to learn that."

"We will!" they said together.

Rayla chuckled once more. "And make sure ya help her realize her powers and potential?"

Callum placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked over and found him to smugly smiling at her. "We will," he softly said.

Rayla rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated exhaustive sigh. "Well…" she nodded over to the stove top. "If ya can fix up dinner, then I'll go make sure we have some grub nearby for lil' Zeusia," she said with a cheery smile.

Callum's eyes lit up. "On it!" he hurriedly handed the dragon over to Rayla and proceeded to rush over to the stove. He moved the stew pot aside and and began prepping all the leftover ingredients. Rayla scoffed as she watched him basically restart from scratch, ignoring her pot as a whole. She looked back at her children, who were wearing wide smiles with curious looks, and laughed.

"Yes, we're keepin' her."

Rayla laughed once more as she watched her kids cheer and scream, running around the dining room out of sheer and pure happiness. Rayla looked down at Zeuia and smiled. This was a good idea. She was sure of it.

A/N: Eh? Eh? How was it? I like future AUs, so when the opportunity presented itself, I jumped at the chance to create their future kids. I don't think there are any fanon names for their futures kids yet, so I just came up with some of my own. Isha is thirteen and Lian is ten. They're basically little elf halflings, so tiny horns and cute little ears. I didn't describe them much because I felt everyone's at least seen a little half-elf child.

That and I'm lazy.

So, tomorrow's the last day. The bonus day. Confession. This one... this one is gonna be something.

Until next time,

- Bleh