A/N;
I really don't know. I heard Dit was meant to be working today, so I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing her rewards for surviving the bra shop of doom xD? Might have to rename it if it goes over 3 chapters, but I doubt it will XD
(Ohs, and a note, I appreciate any votes on my current poll :3)
You should know I don't own Resident Evil by now.
"Dare I ask what the occasion of this visit, bro?"
Claire had asked the simple question with a tilt of her head, looking at her much taller brother on the doorsteps. She hadn't meant the statement obnoxiously or with a hint of annoyance – No, her smile was proof enough of that.
And really she appreciated getting to see him face to face. He only had a chance to come over to the house every few weeks or so. Whilst his little sister was taking a break from all the mess going on, he was still working hard. Well, she did need to break in the house, after all.
Ah, compensation was a beautiful thing. Even if really a house was lonely – It meant far less conflict that any apartment Claire had lived in thus-far. So far her neighbours actually seemed to like her – With the exception of the one guy across the street, but that couldn't be helped.
But that was something else completely. Chris looked down slightly, to his side, hinting at what would be the reason. Claire followed her brother's gaze, catching sight of the young, brown haired boy beside him, gripping quite tightly onto the older man's pants leg.
Claire's smile grew broader, and she couldn't help but let a slight 'aww' escape from her lips before looking back to her brother.
"You could have called me about this, you know." She stated with a mock pout, placing her hands on her hips. Her brother rolled his eyes at his sister, chuckling at her response.
"Yeah yeah, but he wouldn't be quiet in the car after I told him he was going to be seeing Aunty Claire." He explained, having to lean slightly down to ruffle his son's rather scruffy, brown hair.
"You know that explains nothing at all, Chris." She said, shaking her head. She looked back down to the little boy, before kneeling down to his height. The little boy seemed to perk up a bit with this action, smiling to reflect Claire's own.
"Why don't you go inside and watch TV while I talk to your dad?" She asked sweetly, gesturing as best she could to past the door. "Some of your shows might be on. I'll call you when we're done so you can say by to your mummy and daddy, okay?"
The little boy looked up to his father for confirmation. Chris gave his son a nod, whom in turn let go of him and ran off past Claire, seeking the TV and couch. Claire had watched the little boy go while she stood up, one again 'awwing' at the little tykes behaviour.
"How old is he now?" She asked, still looking over her shoulder as her clambered onto the couch of the lounge room, not too far away.
"About four and a half, last count." Chris answered, watching his small son as well. He was quite thankful that he wasn't being a terror today; something rare from the boy, but thankful for the lack of such none-the-less.
"No wonder he's so cute," Claire cooed, "He looks just like you from the old photo albums!"
"He's got his mother's eyes, though." Chris shrugged as Claire looked back to him. "And, ya know…"
Claire stood on her toes, attempting to look over Chris' shoulder. Having no luck, she looked around him, seeing the car parked outside. "Speaking of which, how is Jill?" She quizzed, noticing her sister-in-law sit contently in the car, eyes closed and resting. Her hair had finally shifted back to its natural brown colours, a lighter shade than Chris, suiting somewhat better than the blonde had.
"She's doing quite fine, fit as a whistle again." Chris answered, turning around. His wife had opened her eyes at that point and looked over at the two. She gave a silent smile and wave, the other two happily returning the action.
"Well that's certainly good to hear, I wish I could say you two've really settled down, but you're still rather wild, aren't you?" She laughed. Her ears picked up the sound of the television flicking, causing her to look around.
The little boy on the couch seemed right at home, making himself comfortable against one of the cushions. He held the TV remote, determined, flicking through channels.
"He's way too cute for his own good, I feel like I'm getting cavities in my teeth just looking at him!" Claire squealed, once again backtracking in the conversation. She couldn't quite help it – She'd always been a fan of children, and the day her nephew was born she was over the moon. She must have driven the dear's parents up the wall with her begging to hold him.
Chris seemed quite contented as she said that, his posture straightening up and chest puffed out. Simple signs of a proud, proud father. "He's certainly the best thing Jill and I ever made together." He stated.
"What a sweet thing to say, shame Jill can't hear it from the car." Claire said with a hint of a smirk, "You never explained what's with the sudden visit, you know."
Chris paused, seeming to lose the slight edge, posture slacking more than it had originally. He scratched the back of his head, looking off to the side. How to word things, how to word things? "Uh well, that's… Uhm."
"Uhm?" Claire imitated, pressuring an answer from her older brother. Awkwardly, he gestured to the car. Jill had gone back to her peaceful, drifted resting.
"Uh, you know." He stated, biting his bottom lip.
Claire paused in a similar manner, thinking about his mumbled words. She perked up, understanding without too much trouble. "Oh. You two need some sexing up."
Chris snapped back to looking at Claire, a disapproving glare hinted in his eyes. "You don't have to put it so bluntly, Claire." He scolded, causing his younger sibling to simply poke her tongue out at him before continuing.
"Oh? Sorry, can't help it if you two really need to do the horizontal mambo, hanky panky, wild monkey dance, fo---" She stated, referring back to a few old slang names for the action she could remember before Chris cut in.
"You'll stop that now if you know what's good for you Lil' Sis!" he pouted, sick of the slight ridicule he was coping for the younger Redfield.
"Oh yeah? What'cha gonna do?" She smirked, turning slightly and nudging him with her elbow, "Ah, don't worry about it, just go and make another little bubby with her. I'm sure Evans could use a little brother or sister to dot on."
"Pushing it, Claire-Bear." He warned, Claire simply waving her hand and dismissing the threat.
"I know I know," She said, apologizing despite her joking manner, "You gonna head off? Poor Jill's falling asleep over there. You want to jump her while she's awake, don't you? Never struck me as a guy was into that sort of thing, bro."
Chris shoved her shoulder playfully, mumbling something under his breath Claire couldn't catch. "Fine, I'll be heading off then."
"I assume you'll be picking him up later tonight?"
"If you don't mind."
Claire turned, calling out to grab the little boy's attention once again. "Evans! Come say goodbye to your dad!" No sooner had she called that, her small nephew had come running, practically tackling his father's legs. Thankfully, the man being built practically like a tank, didn't have any trouble avoiding a fall down the stairs.
"Bye daddy!" Evans bidding goodbye, causing Claire once again to squeal inside. Chris once again ruffled his son's hair before Evans let go of his father. As Chris began walking back to the car, Evans raised his arm and waved to his mum. She'd looked up once again, given a warm smile to her son, and once more waved back before blowing a kiss. The little boy pretended to catch it, before turning and hugging onto Claire.
The two left once the car was started, no doubt back to their own home for some of that special time Claire had been hinting at. She glanced down at Evans, before motioning him to walk back inside. The little guy obeyed, taking a few steps back.
After closing the door, Claire put her hand out for Evans to take hold of. Without hesitation, he reached and grabbed onto her fingers, as she lead him back over to the couch. Sitting down, she was able to get a good look at how much he had grown since he had last visited.
Chris was right – His son had the same eyes as his mother, a lighter shade of blue than his own. Evans' hair was somewhere in the middle of his father's and his mother's natural hair – Lighter than Chris', Darker than Jill's. His curious but patient expression causing Claire to bite her lip, the only thing she could do so she wouldn't melt into a 'dawwww' moment.
The little fella was dressed simply, back sneakers, gray pants and a white shirt. She only just managed to see the thin, golden chain and pendant around his neck.
Clearly the two parents were still arguing about what colours their son should wear… Claire had half a mine of giving the boy a pink shirt before sending him home, just for the laughs of his parent's reactions.
"So Sweetie, what's there you wanna do?"