"Would you settle down? Come on, we raised you better than this," Yang says, laughing.
"Sorry, Mommy."
"And I told you to use my name! It's not fair to your other parents. And it gets confusing!"
"Yes, Yang," Wu says, slipping off of a chair. She stands up straight, but immediately sits back down and starts bouncing on the cushion. Yang scowls at her, but Wu responds by smirking in the exact way Yang used to as a girl, which immediately breaks her mother's (well, biological mother's) stern facade.
Yangwu doesn't look like you. In certain respects, she doesn't look like Yang specifically, either. No, as some hilarious cosmic joke, she looks near identical to her grandmother (which, admittedly, does make her look a lot like Yang), down to her literally-scientifically-unexplainable hair; baffling every person you've spoken to, she has jet black hair interwoven with raven feathers despite neither you nor Yang being a Faunus, let alone one so on the nose. Yang had found out she was pregnant with her the same day she learned Raven had died and passed on her maiden powers, and, lo and behold, her daughter popped out with black feathers and crimson eyes. Ozpin had long since passed on, but your only explanation is that his residual magic that allowed Raven to transform was passed on in some way. There's not much logic in that, but logic went out the window when your headmaster was a reincarnating wizard anyway.
Personality-wise, your daughter was just like her mother. Yangwu was a free-spirited little girl that loved to run around and slay Grimm (aka whichever parent was watching over her) with her powerful gauntlets (aka pillows). She was fiercely protective of her siblings, often staying by your side and attempting to tell stories to them whenever you held them. Thankfully, Yangwu didn't share Yang's childhood habit of throwing temper tantrums, which you greatly appreciate.
You kneel down and carefully brush your daughter's hair. Also like Yang, she didn't like anyone but you and her other parents touching her hair. "If you wanna run around, why don't you go find your older brother? I'm sure he's about ready."
"Okay!" Yangwu runs off into the backyard.
Nikolas was not like you, nor like Yang. He was very much like Weiss, naturally. Schnee genes had always been dominant, so he had inherited her snow-white hair, piercing blue eyes, and he'd even recently awoken his Glyph Semblance. Named for both his great grandfather Nicholas and as an honor to lost hero and friend Pyrrha, he was a… professional isn't the right word to describe a child, but he was definitely more stoic than his younger sister despite being only a few months apart in age. Both were old enough to start leaning towards their favored weapon style, and watching him gracefully wield a (practice) rapier and buckler was a far cry from watching Yangwu blitz a dummy with dual gloves.
"Found him!"
"Let go of me! I can walk by myself," Nikolas complains as Yangwu drags him by the arm into the house. He wrestles free and fixes his sleeve. "Father," he says, smiling up at you.
"Nikolas," you state. "Names."
"Of course." Nikolas turns to Yang and correctly addresses her as, "Yang."
"There's a good boy," Yang cheers, rustling Nikolas' hair.
Nikolas pushes Yang's hand away. "Mot–Yanggg!" He attempts to fix his previously neatly combed hair.
"You look fine, Nik! Don't worry about it! 'Course Weiss didn't need to go all out on your outfit for today :P"
Nikolas pats down his white and silver suit. Yangwu does a curtsy in a cream yellow sundress.
"Eee! So cute~" Yang cries. "We're gonna get so many photos!"
"Yanggg," both kids say in unison.
Yang ignores the kids' embarrassment and looks around. "So, that's you two covered. Weiss should be arriving from the airport any second… Blake is…"
"Here, Honey," Blake says, descending the stairs. In her arms was a little girl with jet-black hair and an almost comically oversized pair of cat ears on her tiny body. Blake puts her down on the carpet, but she wordlessly holds onto her mother's leg.
There was an old Menagerie tradition to name your child after your own parents in some way, shape, or form. As luck would have it, Kara was a combination of KAli and ghiRA, but it also made up an old Mistralian word for, "Crow," adding in a shade of black, plus mixing in the Branwen tradition of corvid names. Kara was very quiet, much like her mother used to be in the early days at Beacon. She was still rather shy, preferring to stay by Blake's side most of the time until her older sister dragged her into whatever spotlight she wanted to share with her. If she managed to escape that fate, she could usually be found quickly accelerating her reading levels, trading picture books for proper short stories she could read on her own. Every night, Blake would assist her in reading a chapter from a grade-school level book; Kara wasn't old enough to start serious training, but her vocabulary skills definitely eclipsed those of her siblings.
Blake kneels down and fixes Kara's hair. "I need to help set up the backyard. Why don't you take your brother and sister and welcome Weiss home?"
It takes a moment and a smile for Kara to say, "Okay." It takes a push to get her to walk toward Nikolas and Yangwu.
Yangwu grabs Kara's hand. "Come on! Auntie Winter is gonna be here! She can make a puppy for us!" Those words light up Kara's golden eyes and pop up her ears. The two of them follow Nikolas to the front door just as a car pulls up.
Yang takes stock of who is where. "Anddd… all that's left now is Ruby and the birthday girl!"
"She was just getting her up a moment ago," Blake explains. "She's probably getting her dressed."
"Then there's no time! All that's left are the table covers." Yang scurries along towards the backyard, you and Blake following close behind. The three of you finalize your preparations, making sure all of the folding tables look somewhat proper, the chairs are all organized, and the dinnerware was ready.
You take in your backyard. It was a lush green lawn, with several beautiful flower beds adorning a classic-looking wooden fence. It was the right size for a family of your size, which made it great for today's events. Your large family, plus their family, plus all of your friends you'd made in your life were visiting. Taiyang, Qrow, Winter, Willow, Whitley, Klein, Kali, Ghira, Nora, Ren, Jaune, most of his sisters and their families, and everyone that could, did. This was the first time in a long time that everyone could organize everything to make it to this moment, but today was the perfect day.
Luna Rose was one year old. Exactly. As the youngest of her team, of course, Ruby ended up having her child the latest. Seeing as her daughter was as much a child of Crescent Rose (something that only made sense to Ruby), Luna inherited her name from the celestial body it was named after. Obviously, being a baby meant that Luna didn't have much to say or much of a personality to speak of, but she was consistently the most precious thing you've ever seen (since your other children were swaddled in appropriately colored blankets). That said, Ruby had put a few complex toys in her crib and Luna responded in a way that makes you *feel* like she was already on her way to taking things apart and putting them back together like Ruby does with her scythe.
With everyone in attendance, Ruby comes out into the backyard holding a collection of white blankets. Baby Luna garbles something unintelligible, barely conscious of the scale of the event based around her. She wouldn't know for a while that she managed to bring together the heroes of the world along with all of their families, and really, it was just an excuse. With everyone's lives so changed after all was said and done, they needed a reason to come together again.
What followed was a day of pleasantries. You, Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, and everyone else spent the next several hours exchanging small talk and talking about the things you've done since the world became peaceful. Parents met parents, children met grandparents, friends met tangentially related family to people they barely know. It was a great day, though the children wished it could have had a bit less blustering and more training dummies.
Next that came was Ruby's baby. Not her actual baby, just what she'd been working on since it was decided to do this whole thing. Rather than put her energy into upgrading a weapon that was seeing less and less use, she'd put her tinkering skills to work on a memory. With a few flicks on her scroll, a camera drone flicked to life; it was the highest resolution Ruby could conceivably fit in a thing meant to float, and it came ready with everything one would need to organize the memory it was meant to keep.
"Three, two, one!"
Everyone smiled. Nikolas, Yangwu, Kara, and even Luna ensured that the picture taken would always carry the memory of the friends, family, and lost comrades everyone had made, along with the joy they brought to your life.
Happy Birthday, Luna.