For a brief moment Wesker began to worry that his daughter was not in the yard and had wondered off, that was until he saw a flash of movement in a nearby tree.

"Rosalie come down here we need to talk." He didn't raise his voice and a few minutes later Wesker was rewarded with his daughter landing firmly on the ground underneath the tree.

"Yes daddy?"

"I need to know what is wrong."

"Huh?" The miniature Wesker stared blankly back at him.

"What is wrong that you are acting this way? Dylan said you were mean to her and last night with your brother."

"Dylan told on me? She's such a crybaby." Rosalie stated crossing her arms over her chest.

"Rosalie, enough; this isn't like you. Now what is wrong?" Wesker asked again, taking her hand in his and leading her to the porch steps where they sat down.

"I don't know daddy," Rosalie said looking at her lap.

"Come on. You can tell me. I'm not going to be mad. We just need to figure out how to help."

"Are you sure?" The little girl asked eyeing her father.

"Yes."

"I don't know if I want mommy to have another baby. She's always busy with Liam and you're always gone."

"I thought you were excited about another baby. You seemed so yesterday."

"I changed my mind and..."

"And what?"

"I don't know. Mommy doesn't seem happy about the baby either."

Lifting his daughter's chin so that he could see her eyes Wesker took his sunglasses off so that she could see the honesty in his eyes. "First off, I'm not going to be leaving anymore. I'm going to be right here to tuck you in at night and make you breakfast in the morning. Second, I know your mother well enough to say that yes, she may have her doubts about the new babies, but she still loves them and you and Liam. Nothing will ever change that."

"Daddy, you said babies. Is mommy going to have more than one?"

At the thought of the twins the blonde man gave a heavy sigh. Life had thrown him a fair amount of surprises since he'd met his wife. He wasn't sure why this one had thrown him so much, but it had. Looking down at the reason his life had changed so much, he gave his daughter a genuine smile. "Yes mommy's going to have twins. Our family is getting bigger and bigger."

Rosalie didn't smile back at her father; if anything the news seemed to upset her more. Pulling her chin from his light grasp the little blonde looked back down at her lap.

Looking out the window at two of the three people she loved the most in the world, Isabel felt like crying again. She could tell by the look on her daughter's face that she was extremely upset about something. Even though her father was being overly patient with her and trying to figure out what was going on in the little girls mind, Isabel wanted to go out to them. She wanted to fix things the way she usually did, but something inside her said that Albert had to do this on his own. Unable to watch what was happening on the porch anymore, Isabel turned to go back into the kitchen.

"Rosalie, look at me," Wesker ordered in the softest voice he could. "Have I or your mother ever neglected you?"

Rosalie wasn't a hundred percent sure what neglected meant, but she had a good idea so shook her head no. She knew what more big words meant than any other six year old because her father did not believe in talking down to his children

"Do you really think that is going to change because she is having twins instead of one baby?"

"You're going to be real busy with them." Even though Rosalie was an intelligent child, her mind at times worked like a six year olds To her, two babies meant that both parents would be busy with them. At least when it had been just one, if mommy was busy daddy wasn't and visa versa. Now both would be.

"Yes, we will be busy with the babies but you and Liam are important to us also. We would never give you anything less than all of our love. I believe you mother has always said there is always room for one more or two in this case."

"I just… Daddy why do I have to be so different? Why can't I be normal like Liam? Why do I have to have these weird eyes? It isn't fair." The young Wesker was in tears now. She didn't even bother to wipe them away. She let them stream down her face. Inside at the kitchen table Isabel, started to cry. She felt her daughter's pain.

Pulling his fragile little girl into his arms, Wesker started rubbing Rosalie's back, slightly rocking her the way he'd done when she was an infant. "You are my daughter and as such have many burdens to bear. I know that you do not fully realize what that means yet. What I can tell you, is that you, like your brother and the twins will be special and that isn't a bad thing at all. I can also tell you that your mother loves your eyes. She thinks they are the most beautiful thing in the world. When she was carrying you she hoped that they would be that color and looking at them now I must say I agree with her. They are the most beautiful thing in the world, next to your smile that is."

For a brief moment Wesker thought that his speech had worked. When Rosalie lifted her head the tears seemed to have subsided and she looked a little calmer.

"Why couldn't Liam look like me then I wouldn't be the only one with weird eyes." Rosalie finally stated when she regained her composer.

"Rosalie, look at my eyes, yours are no different than mine."

"Nobody makes fun of yours."

"Who makes fun of your eyes? Does Steve and Dylan? Does Aunt Jill or Uncle Chris? Do any of your aunt and uncles?

"No but strangers do. They look at me weird."

"Do you not think they would do the same for me?"

Wide eyed the little blonde shook her head no. Giving a sigh, Wesker did the one thing he would never have thought about doing in his life. Taking his sunglasses out of his pocket and unfolding them he placed the shades on his daughter's face.

"I fully expect you to take care of these since they are now yours."

Rosalie smiled up at her father. Daddy had just given her the best present he ever could. Throwing her little arms around Wesker's neck, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. In reaction, the older Wesker tightened his grip around his daughter and kissed her lightly on the temple.

"I need to go say I'm sorry to Dylan, don't I?" Rosalie asked, still holding on to her father's neck.

"I would think that would be appropriate, don't you?" Wesker replied, lifting himself off the steps, daughter still in his arms.

Heading into the house, Wesker put his daughter down so that she could go make her apologies. Everyone sitting at the kitchen table had a good idea what the father daughter talk had been about when the blonde man came back into the kitchen devoid of his standard eye gear, followed by the six year old. Rosalie was so proud of the sunglasses, that were just a little too big, that she beamed. Walking over to where Dylan still sat on her father's lap, Rosalie began to speak.

"Dylan, I'm sorry I was mean to you. I know you can't climb as good as me and Liam."

"It's okay. Why are you wearing Uncle Wesker's glasses?" Dylan asked shooting a quick look at her uncle.

"Daddy gave them to me because of my eyes." The young Wesker answered, pushing at the bridge of them to keep them on her face.

"Why? Does the sun hurt them?"

"No." The little girl frowned. "It's cause of their color."

"But you have really cool eyes." Dylan continued solemnly with, "So does your dad. I wish mine looked like yours."

"Really?" Rosalie fingered the eyewear as if she wanted to remove them. She felt special that her father had given her what seemed his most prized possession, but having her friend call her eyes cool made Rosalie special as well. She just didn't want to upset her father or let him down.

Wesker was watching his daughter intently when the confusion passed over her diminutive features. He was well aware what was going through her mind, his little girl was being pulled in two. "Rosalie, why don't I hold the glasses while you play?" Wesker came to her rescue.

Rosalie turned to face her father a smile creeping over her face. With one simple statement, Wesker had eased her worries. Going over to her father, Rosalie took the sunglasses off and handed them to the older man.

"I'll keep this right here," He said placing them once again in his left breast pocket. "Go ahead and play with Liam and Dylan."

It was well past one p.m. when Wesker finally got his wife and children rounded up, along with the puppy he would have just as well left, and into the car.

"Well, we better come up with names and fast. We probably have what, three months at the most." Isabel stated out of the blue.

"Well, Sweet Pea seems to be a popular name with everyone," Wesker stated, never taking his eyes off the road.

"Albert Wesker, these are our children we are talking about, this is serious," Isabel admonished.

Without saying a word the blonde man pulled the mini-van to the side of the road and put it in park.

"Albert, what are you doing?"

"Keeping you from getting upset," Wesker said, unbuckling his seat belt and leaning into his wife for a kiss.

Isabel giggled at her husband's reaction to her mood before speaking.

"Is this how you plan to placate me the rest of the pregnancy?"

"At this point I'm going with what works." Wesker grinned at his wife.

"Daddy, are we really going to name one of the babies Sweet Pea?" Liam asked wide eyed.

"No, Sweetie, that was your daddy's attempt at a joke. A bad one."

"So what are we gonna name them?" Rosalie asked as her father got the vehicle back on the road.

"We'll think of something." Wesker answered as they neared the house.

Isabel felt more content than she had in a long time. The weight and worry she felt for the last six years seemed to have diminished. Knowing her husband would be home and safe made her heart soar. As they pulled up to the house another thought crossed her mind.

"I thought we were going to the P.A.R.K." She spelled to the man next to her.

"I've decided you need a nap; remember Rebecca said you need more rest. I promise we'll go tomorrow, alright?"

Isabel gave her husband a small frown and rolled her eyes, knowing she really didn't have a choice. Telling herself it was for her own good, Mrs. Wesker opened her door and once again unloaded all of her passengers. Once her task was accomplished, Isabel found herself being ushered to her bedroom by a very stoic Albert. Being happy to allow him to coddle her, Isabel smiled up at her husband as he tucked her in.

"Will you be joining me?" She asked, half asleep.

"I may once I get your children to lie down." He replied with a smile and a kiss.

"Okay don't be too long."

Leaving the room to round up his children for their nap Wesker gave his wife one last smile. Walking into the living room the blonde man saw his children sitting on the couch fighting over the remote for the T.V.

"I don't wanna watch Power Puff Girls." Liam exclaimed lunging for the remote.

"Well, I do and I got it first." Rosalie replied holding the remote just out of his reach.

"Alright both of you," Wesker snapped stepping behind the couch, "You two are going to lie down for a while."

Liam stopped mid grasp and looked up at his father. "Do we have to?"

"Yes, now turn off the television." Rosalie did as told immediately setting the remote on the coffee table.

"Can we lay down with mommy?" Liam asked as all three people made their way upstairs.

"Mommy and Daddy want to be alone. You can sleep in my room." Rosalie answered for her father.

"Okay." The little boy looked disappointed but followed he older sibling to her room.

Once his children were tucked away Wesker returned to his wife. The blonde man could tell Isabel was fighting to stay awake as he slid into bed next to her.

"You took too long." Isabel snuggled closer to her husband as his arms wrapped around her. Within minutes Isabel was deep asleep and dreaming.

Isabel saw Albert standing at the kitchen sink his back to her. Walking up to him she put her arms around her husband, but for some reason her hands didn't meet. As Albert turned to face her, Isabel remembered why she couldn't fully embrace him. Albert Wesker was swollen with child, not only that but he was also not dressed in his usual attire of all black. Instead the man in front of her was wearing a pair of khaki maternity pants and a blue button down maternity shirt

"How do you feel this morning?" Isabel asked lifting his shirt and placing a kiss on his swollen stomach.

"I'm fine. We have that thing with Rebecca today remember?" He stated taking a drink of water.

"That's fine I'll go get Rosalie and Liam. You just go rest on the couch."

Wesker frowned at his wife, but allowed her to lead him into the living room. Placing her husband on the couch and propping his feet up Isabel went to get the children ready.

The dream seemed to fast forward the next thing Isabel remembered was walking into Rebecca's house her pregnant husband beside her. They were greeted by a slightly less pregnant Carlos walking into the entry way eating a rather disgusting looking sandwich. "Carlos what are you eating?" Isabel heard herself ask.

"Liver and banana, it's really good," The pregnant man replied taking another big bite," Everyone's in the living room Rebecca figured you guys would be more comfortable in there."

Isabel watched as Wesker made his way towards the living room and sat down next to an also pregnant Leon who was being coddled by his wife. Claire was making sure he had his feet up and was comfortable before she sat down next to him and placed a protective hand over his abdomen.

Chris sat in an arm chair complaining about his sore back and feet while his wife sat on the arm and rolled her eyes at him.

"Redfield suck it up and be a man." Wesker growled annoyed at his complaints.

"I'll show you how much of a man I am when I kick your ass." Chris replied starting to stand.

"I'd be terrified about that if you could actually see your feet." Wesker replied glaring at the man in front of him.

"You know what your problem is Wesker? You're just mad because you couldn't find anything to fit you in all black."

Isabel didn't get to hear anymore of the conversation as she slowly awoke form her slumber. Opening her eyes the pregnant woman instantly knew she was alone. Stretching under the covers she got out of bed and made her way to the living room. Hearing a commotion outside Isabel headed towards the front door. Stepping onto the porch she was greeted with the sight of her son come tearing around the corner of the house squealing in delight, followed close behind by his father. Albert Wesker was soaked from head to toe. His blonde hair hung down and was plastered to his forehead water dripped from his eyelashes; his black t-shirt was plastered to his well muscled torso. Watching her husband, Isabel once again wished their children were in bed. As Wesker caught his son the young mother was pulled from her musings.

"Thought that was funny did you?" He asked as he began tickling the little boy. Liam squealed even louder trying his best to fight his father off. Wesker was smiling also as he held the squirming child down.

"Rosalie, help me!" Liam called out between giggles.

Rosalie stood frozen in place not sure if she should interfere with what was going on. She wanted to join in but just wasn't sure. Seeing her daughter's hesitation Isabel stepped in to save her son. Sneaking up behind her husband the pregnant woman started tickling the man in the same way he was tormenting their son. Wesker was too fast for his wife and had her pulled down on the ground with them. While the former S.T.A.R.S. captain was busy with his beloved, Liam took the opportunity to grab his father around the neck from behind.

"Got you!" Liam exclaimed in his ear.

Taking his attention off of Isabel, Wesker once again grabbed his son. This time Rosalie did join in on the fun. Running towards her father she latched onto his neck as her brother had done. His children were in no way a match for the blonde man, even working together, but he allowed them to pull him into the grass. Looking as Isabel Wesker smiled catching her eye with his, she giggled back at her family's antics.

Isabel had never seen her usually stoic husband ever act like this and had never expected him to. When she had married Albert Wesker Isabel knew what kind of a person he was and accepted him as such. It was a pleasant surprise that he was playing in such a way with his children.

Wesker was on his back both children holding his arms trying to figure out how to tickle him with out loosing their grip. Isabel decided to help out, crawling over to where her husband lay she straddled his waist so that he was immobile.

"I believe this would be considered unfair. You know very well that I am powerless to do anything to you in your present condition." Wesker stated looking up at Isabel.

"Yes I know." She smirked back at him.

Now that their father was unable to really move the children let go of their dad's arms and began trying to tickle him. Both children could tell by the look on his face that they were partially succeeding. After a few minutes Isabel put a stop to her husband's torment.

"Alright you two that's enough. I think you taught your father a lesson. Why don't you go play tag, Liam you're it."

Once the children were up and chasing each other around Isabel's green eyes met her husband's amber ones. Before she knew what was happening the young woman was leaning down to kiss the man she loved.