It's the final chapter! Prepare for fluffiness. Enjoy!

Kaiba didn't realize it before, but once he was in the room and had shut the door, Kaiba could hear crying. He looked over at the bed and saw Sagira in tears.

Something happens to fathers when they see their little girl in tears. That something had Kaiba immediately on his knees, next to the bed, trying to calm the girl. "Why are you crying?" He asked in a tone he didn't know he had.

"I fell asleep." She whimpered, wiping her tears with the back of her tiny hands.

"So what?"

"I couldn't count to thirty-three," she started to sniffle, "and now I'll never know all the numbers… and… and… I wanted you to teach me… but I fell asleep… and I couldn't count… and… and…" Sagira, not knowing what else to say, began to cry harder.

Almost embarrassed that he had gotten so worked up, Kaiba got off his knees and looked at her. "Who cares? You're going to learn them anyway!"

"But I wanted you to teach me." Sagira cried. Her face became distorted in that way that all small children's faces distort when they're upset. With their eyes half shut, mouth wide open, sticking a finger in it, tears running down their face and look about ready to explode.

Unsure of what else to do, Kaiba picked up the small girl and rocked her back and forth. "Shut up, I'll teach it to you, okay?"

"But… but I didn't earn it." She whimpered, crying on her father's shoulder. Kaiba cringed. He remembered telling her and Jahi a while back that the only things in life worth getting aren't given, but earned. But right now, all he wanted was for her to stop crying.

"Okay," he said, softening his voice again, "Why don't you count for me now, then I'll teach you. Will that make you happy?" Sagira calmed down and looked up at him and nodded. "Good. Now count to thirty-three."

Sagira had been crying for so long that it was hard for her to count. Midway through she would hiccup and cough or sniffle which sometimes caused the young girl to loose count and shamefully have to ask where she was. Kaiba looked down at his two-year-old daughter and rocked her slowly back and forth as she counted. The affects of parenthood were getting to him.

Once she had successfully counted to thirty-three she looked up at him again. "Do you feel better now?" He asked her.

"Yes." She answered softly.

"Good." He responded. "Now, let's think of thirty and three as two separate numbers. What number comes after three?"

"Four." She answered without much thought.

"Exactly. It's just like the twenty numbers. Twenty-three, twenty four. So naturally, after thirty-three is…"

"Thirty-four?" She asked as though suddenly linking together the mystery.

"Right. So, thirty-three, thirty-four… what next, if it's just like the twenties?"

"Thirty-five!" She gasped, figuring out the concept. Her tear filled eyes started to become brighter as her need to learn was being met by the man she idolized. "Then thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine… what next?"

"Forty. Then, it does the same thing that the twenties and thirties did. So after forty would be what?"

"Forty-one?" Kaiba nodded, which caused the small girl to fill with delight. "Daddy, thirty starts with a three and then another number so does forty start with four?"

"Yes."

"Is that why it's called forty?"

"Yes." He answered again, amazed how a two year old was piecing all of this together so quickly. Sagira started to count from thirty, up until she reached forty-nine.

"Five-ty?" She asked, having hit a mental wall.

"Fifty, actually. But after the fifties, comes the sixties, seventies, eighties…

"Nineties…. And… Tenties?

"No. After the nineties come the hundreds.

"Hundreds?" Sagira looked completely lost now.

"Yes. Let's do it like this. Start from one and count up as high as you possibly can from what you know now." He said, trying not to explain in a way she wouldn't understand.

Sagira was eager to start and steadily moved through all the number she knew until she got to thirty-nine. She stopped for a second, and concentrated. Before Kaiba could say anything, Sagira remembered and was able to continue counting.

"Fifty?" She said once she had reached the number. Kaiba nodded and allowed her to continue counting. It took a while, but Sagira eventually counted all the way to ninety-nine before stopping. "Is that it?"

"That was very good Sagira. Now that you can count to ninety-nine, the rest should be easy for you. After the nineties is the hundreds, starting with one hundred. It goes, ninety-nine, one hundred, and one hundred and one. From there you pretty much count the way you just did, with the exact same rules, except you say one hundred in front of it. When you get to one hundred and ninety-nine…"

"It starts with two hundred! Then two hundred and one, two hundred and two…" Sagira was trembling with excitement.

"You've got it." Kaiba listened as the excited toddler, counted furiously from one hundred. He wasn't sure if he explained everything as easily as he could have but all that mattered was that she understood.

Sagira counted to one hundred and forty-one when her pace slowed significantly. By the time she had reached the sixties, she was fast asleep yet again.

Kaiba still held the tiny girl in his arms, rocking her sleeping form back and forth. She breathed softly against his chest. She felt so warm in his arms as he embraced her. He walked over to the bed and sat down but continued cradling the girl. Kaiba could feel her tiny heart beating in her chest and felt warm inside. Her heart beat simultaneously with his own. This beautiful, intelligent, amazing little girl was a part of him.

"You look just like Ishizu." Kaiba whispered to his baby girl.

He looked over at his son, lying next Ishizu. Jahi the spitting image of himself, Kaiba thought. He readjusted Sagira into one of his arms and leaned over towards him. Kaiba carefully, brushed aside a long strand of hair out of Jahi's face brushed his hand against the boy's cheek. Jahi always tried to be just like his father but Kaiba knew he never would be. He was too loved to know the pain and too innocent to harden the way that his father had tried to. Kaiba knew this every time he watched his boy sleep.

Reluctantly, Kaiba laid Sagira down on the bed beside her brother and just stared in quiet amazement at his family. He could never admit it to Ishizu but she was right. He had changed so much since five years ago and it was all because of the love he received from his family. These were the other moments that he lived for now. A warm night, a quiet room after making love to the woman he adored, watching over all of his precious possessions as they slept. All of them.

The End

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