HI! Okay still don't own anything Resident Evil, Just lets see
Isabel, Dylan, Steven, and Rosalie. Would like to thank Jaz for totally
taking the time to pre read this. Would also like to thank everyone for
reading the first story and this one. THANK YOU
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Isabel was exhausted, Wesker could tell and it was killing him. She'd been in labor for seven hours and in that time he'd seen her go from cheerful to extremely cranky. The pain Isabel felt due to having to give Wesker another child was something which he felt a swelling of pride from. At the same time a huge part of him wished to take the pain away, and carry it for her. The only problem was he wasn't in control of what was happening to Isabel. The only thing he could do was pace so he did.
"Albert if you're going to do that, go into the other room, your driving me nuts." She stated glaring at him.
It was understandable that Wesker would be worried about both her own wellbeing and that of their child, but his constant pacing was only agitating the expectant mother in her already delicate condition. She also knew that when this was all over she would probably find his actions amusing. Albert looked like he was about to crawl out of his skin. He hadn't been there for the birth of their first child and from the look of it, Isabel was starting to think in might not have been a bad thing. She could tell it was killing him that he had no control over the situation. Isabel's last thought was interrupted when another contraction hit. Seeing her tense up Wesker was immediately by her side, holding her hand until it passed.
"Are you alright?" He asked concern evident in his voice.
"I'm fine, but you better get Rebecca I think it's time."
Wesker didn't hesitate he walked out to the living room where everyone was waiting. Claire and Leon sat on the couch, their son Steve sat on Claire's lap. He had his mother's blue eyes and his father's red hair, which in Wesker's opinion was in need of a good trim.
Claire and Leon hadn't changed much in the past three years. Claire now wore her hair on the short side, more like Jill's chin length bob. It was easier to take care of that way with a toddler running around. Leon's hair was also short, kept neat for his job. Claire's sense of style hadn't changed at all; she still wore jeans and t-shirts most of the time. Leon hadn't had time to change so he still wore his police uniform.
Jill sat next to Claire on the couch, playing with her nephew. She hadn't changed at all. She still wore her hair in her signature bob. Jill's taste in clothes still ran to the preppy side. Chris was sitting in one of the two arm chairs, he hadn't changed physically much either. He still kept his hair cut short and spiked and still seemed more comfortable in jeans and t-shirts than any thing else. Though Chris had always been attentive, since they had said their vows he had taken them very seriously and treated Jill as if she were a queen.
Carlos, who was on the floor with Rosalie and his daughter Dylan, was also almost exactly the same. His hair was still on the longish side, his eyes still seemed to have a perpetual smile in them and he still drove his wife nuts. Rebecca, like Claire had changed a little her hair was past her shoulders, but she kept it in a braid most of the time. She wouldn't admit it but had grown it out for her husband. She knew Carlos liked it long. Rebecca was perched in the chair opposite of Chris, watching the man she loved play with her one year old.
It seemed that as it has a way of doing life had made other plans for the group, while they had made plans to take down companies like Umbrella, and HCF. With the arrival of Steven and Dylan any plans that the group once had were put on the back burner. It wasn't that their hate for such companies had lessened just that they now had different priorities.
To Wesker Rosalie seemed to change every day, looking more and more like her mother. The only exceptions were her hair and eyes. Rosalie's eyes were the exact color of her father's except where his pupils were slits hers were normal and her hair hung in blonde ringlets down her back.
When her father entered the room Rosalie looked up, forgetting her game of peek-a-boo with Dylan.
"Wanna see mommy." She stated looking expectantly at her father.
"You can't see mommy yet Rosalie." Wesker answered a little more impatiently than he would have liked.
"Why?" She asked, not getting the answer she wanted.
Rosalie knew that it was time for her baby brother or sister to come, but it seemed to take so long and she knew mommy was hurting. The little girl could feel it all the way in the living room. She wanted to make sure mommy was okay and she didn't like the way daddy was acting either. Rosalie knew he was worried about mommy but he didn't have to be so mean.
"Rosalie I don't have time to explain right now, it's time for the baby to come out." Wesker answered.
At his statement Rebecca was on her feet and heading back to the bedroom to check on Isabel. Wesker took one last look at his daughter and knew she wasn't pleased with him. The blonde haired little girl wore the same expression that Isabel always did when she wasn't happy with something he'd said or done. I'll make this up to you pumpkin, he silently promised.
Rosalie immediately knew her father was sorry and gave him a smile to show she loved him. Wesker returned her smile before going to take care of his wife.
When Wesker walked back into the bedroom, both women gave him a look that said he'd taken too long in dealing with his daughter. He knew there was no time for explanations so he silently walked over to Isabel.
"She's definitely ready." Rebecca told Wesker as he took Isabel's hand when another contraction hit.
Wesker had been told exactly what his job was when Isabel had gone into labor, so as soon as the contraction started Isabel began to push and he to count. It wasn't long before Albert and Isabel's second child arrived, making his entrance into the world a little more noisily than his sister.
"What are you going to name him?" Claire asked, as everyone was gathered around the bassinette watching the new infant sleep.
"I was thinking Albert." Isabel answered looking sleepy.
"Oh great another one." Chris said rolling his eyes, but smiling.
"No." Wesker said from the bed where he was holding Isabel.
Isabel was surprised when Albert had shot down her idea for their son's name. Before Rosalie had been born he seemed happy she had chosen that name, now he seemed set against it.
"Why don't you want him to have your name?" Isabel asked looking at her husband.
Wesker didn't answer her right away. Even after three years he was still slightly uncomfortable talking about something he considered personal in front of everyone. He knew Isabel was waiting for an answer so despite his better judgment, Wesker gave in.
"You allowed me to name our daughter. I want you to name our son anything you want." The rest of his statement Wesker whispered in her ear.
"Alright if that's the way you want it." She answered turning slightly pink. "I've always liked the name Liam; I saw it in the baby names book when I was looking up what Albert meant. It's Celtic/Gaelic, it means determined guardian. What do you think?"
"I think it's perfect." Wesker stated giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"So out of curiosity what does Albert mean?" Carlos asked never knowing when to let things lay.
"It's German and it means noble and bright." Isabel answered without hesitation.
Everyone in the room was able to tell that she thought it was the perfect description of her husband so no one voiced their differing opinion. Even thought there was peace between Wesker and the group at times it was an uneasy one.
"Mommy's tired she should take a nap." Rosalie spoke up, finally tired of watching her baby brother sleep.
"Your right baby I am, will you take a nap with me?" Isabel said to her daughter.
"Really, like before Liam was born?" Rosalie asked her eyes lighting up.
"Of course, you're still my baby too. Just because Liam's here doesn't mean daddy and I love you any less." Isabel answered.
With a little help from her father Rosalie was soon positioned next to her mother on the bed, both ready to take a nap. Wesker was the last to leave. Standing at the door, watching the three people he loved sleeping soundly Wesker felt a great swell of pride, before he exited the room leaving them to sleep in peace.
Isabel was exhausted, Wesker could tell and it was killing him. She'd been in labor for seven hours and in that time he'd seen her go from cheerful to extremely cranky. The pain Isabel felt due to having to give Wesker another child was something which he felt a swelling of pride from. At the same time a huge part of him wished to take the pain away, and carry it for her. The only problem was he wasn't in control of what was happening to Isabel. The only thing he could do was pace so he did.
"Albert if you're going to do that, go into the other room, your driving me nuts." She stated glaring at him.
It was understandable that Wesker would be worried about both her own wellbeing and that of their child, but his constant pacing was only agitating the expectant mother in her already delicate condition. She also knew that when this was all over she would probably find his actions amusing. Albert looked like he was about to crawl out of his skin. He hadn't been there for the birth of their first child and from the look of it, Isabel was starting to think in might not have been a bad thing. She could tell it was killing him that he had no control over the situation. Isabel's last thought was interrupted when another contraction hit. Seeing her tense up Wesker was immediately by her side, holding her hand until it passed.
"Are you alright?" He asked concern evident in his voice.
"I'm fine, but you better get Rebecca I think it's time."
Wesker didn't hesitate he walked out to the living room where everyone was waiting. Claire and Leon sat on the couch, their son Steve sat on Claire's lap. He had his mother's blue eyes and his father's red hair, which in Wesker's opinion was in need of a good trim.
Claire and Leon hadn't changed much in the past three years. Claire now wore her hair on the short side, more like Jill's chin length bob. It was easier to take care of that way with a toddler running around. Leon's hair was also short, kept neat for his job. Claire's sense of style hadn't changed at all; she still wore jeans and t-shirts most of the time. Leon hadn't had time to change so he still wore his police uniform.
Jill sat next to Claire on the couch, playing with her nephew. She hadn't changed at all. She still wore her hair in her signature bob. Jill's taste in clothes still ran to the preppy side. Chris was sitting in one of the two arm chairs, he hadn't changed physically much either. He still kept his hair cut short and spiked and still seemed more comfortable in jeans and t-shirts than any thing else. Though Chris had always been attentive, since they had said their vows he had taken them very seriously and treated Jill as if she were a queen.
Carlos, who was on the floor with Rosalie and his daughter Dylan, was also almost exactly the same. His hair was still on the longish side, his eyes still seemed to have a perpetual smile in them and he still drove his wife nuts. Rebecca, like Claire had changed a little her hair was past her shoulders, but she kept it in a braid most of the time. She wouldn't admit it but had grown it out for her husband. She knew Carlos liked it long. Rebecca was perched in the chair opposite of Chris, watching the man she loved play with her one year old.
It seemed that as it has a way of doing life had made other plans for the group, while they had made plans to take down companies like Umbrella, and HCF. With the arrival of Steven and Dylan any plans that the group once had were put on the back burner. It wasn't that their hate for such companies had lessened just that they now had different priorities.
To Wesker Rosalie seemed to change every day, looking more and more like her mother. The only exceptions were her hair and eyes. Rosalie's eyes were the exact color of her father's except where his pupils were slits hers were normal and her hair hung in blonde ringlets down her back.
When her father entered the room Rosalie looked up, forgetting her game of peek-a-boo with Dylan.
"Wanna see mommy." She stated looking expectantly at her father.
"You can't see mommy yet Rosalie." Wesker answered a little more impatiently than he would have liked.
"Why?" She asked, not getting the answer she wanted.
Rosalie knew that it was time for her baby brother or sister to come, but it seemed to take so long and she knew mommy was hurting. The little girl could feel it all the way in the living room. She wanted to make sure mommy was okay and she didn't like the way daddy was acting either. Rosalie knew he was worried about mommy but he didn't have to be so mean.
"Rosalie I don't have time to explain right now, it's time for the baby to come out." Wesker answered.
At his statement Rebecca was on her feet and heading back to the bedroom to check on Isabel. Wesker took one last look at his daughter and knew she wasn't pleased with him. The blonde haired little girl wore the same expression that Isabel always did when she wasn't happy with something he'd said or done. I'll make this up to you pumpkin, he silently promised.
Rosalie immediately knew her father was sorry and gave him a smile to show she loved him. Wesker returned her smile before going to take care of his wife.
When Wesker walked back into the bedroom, both women gave him a look that said he'd taken too long in dealing with his daughter. He knew there was no time for explanations so he silently walked over to Isabel.
"She's definitely ready." Rebecca told Wesker as he took Isabel's hand when another contraction hit.
Wesker had been told exactly what his job was when Isabel had gone into labor, so as soon as the contraction started Isabel began to push and he to count. It wasn't long before Albert and Isabel's second child arrived, making his entrance into the world a little more noisily than his sister.
"What are you going to name him?" Claire asked, as everyone was gathered around the bassinette watching the new infant sleep.
"I was thinking Albert." Isabel answered looking sleepy.
"Oh great another one." Chris said rolling his eyes, but smiling.
"No." Wesker said from the bed where he was holding Isabel.
Isabel was surprised when Albert had shot down her idea for their son's name. Before Rosalie had been born he seemed happy she had chosen that name, now he seemed set against it.
"Why don't you want him to have your name?" Isabel asked looking at her husband.
Wesker didn't answer her right away. Even after three years he was still slightly uncomfortable talking about something he considered personal in front of everyone. He knew Isabel was waiting for an answer so despite his better judgment, Wesker gave in.
"You allowed me to name our daughter. I want you to name our son anything you want." The rest of his statement Wesker whispered in her ear.
"Alright if that's the way you want it." She answered turning slightly pink. "I've always liked the name Liam; I saw it in the baby names book when I was looking up what Albert meant. It's Celtic/Gaelic, it means determined guardian. What do you think?"
"I think it's perfect." Wesker stated giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"So out of curiosity what does Albert mean?" Carlos asked never knowing when to let things lay.
"It's German and it means noble and bright." Isabel answered without hesitation.
Everyone in the room was able to tell that she thought it was the perfect description of her husband so no one voiced their differing opinion. Even thought there was peace between Wesker and the group at times it was an uneasy one.
"Mommy's tired she should take a nap." Rosalie spoke up, finally tired of watching her baby brother sleep.
"Your right baby I am, will you take a nap with me?" Isabel said to her daughter.
"Really, like before Liam was born?" Rosalie asked her eyes lighting up.
"Of course, you're still my baby too. Just because Liam's here doesn't mean daddy and I love you any less." Isabel answered.
With a little help from her father Rosalie was soon positioned next to her mother on the bed, both ready to take a nap. Wesker was the last to leave. Standing at the door, watching the three people he loved sleeping soundly Wesker felt a great swell of pride, before he exited the room leaving them to sleep in peace.