Okay, I might have to drag this out to four chapters... five at the most XD just because I want Claire to take Evans out before he gets picked up, and the next chapter, though short, is chapter worthy itself XDD All I can say is, pity Chris in the next chapter.

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Ultimolu - Thank you very much~ :3

Namine Redfield - No problem, I'm happy to explain~, although I must admit I didn't think about it much while writing this! Sorry XD After coming back from Kijuju, Jill bunked up with Chris who wanted to help her settle back into regular life - Or as regular life as their lives can get. As seen coming, two admit to liking each other, and when Jill's quite a bit more comfortable, go off and get married |D About a year after that, wells, Jillers gets preggers with Evans. Both Chris and Jill are still working for the BSAA, but neither are traveling quite as much - More of handling local issues or organizing other people's missions and stuff - Leaves them both enough time to actually start their little family :3 When things get too busy or complicated, Claire looks after Evans (Like in this fic), but they haven't had to do that for quite a long time. Hope that explains it =D

Ditto9 - Haha, and here's an update just for you, as promised! As long as they're good, then I'm fine with that XD

Mquin - Yay, glad to hear~! And thank you! There will be more Chris/Jill, haha... Alas, no Cleon I'm afraid :c Aunt Claire's on her owns XD;

Evans had been all too content with just sitting back and watching TV with his Aunt. For awhile, at least. He soon grew too bored with the drabble shows on the screen to be entertained. He was far too used to the stories his parents would occasionally tell him – As censored as they were – and really, half the program left him with little to think about. The little boy soon grew restless, fidgeting around and catching Claire's attention.

"What's up?" Claire quizzed after a few moments of this. The boy looked at her, his interest – Or lack there of, one should say – Quite clear on his face.

"M'bored." He sighed, snuggling up on the couch and bringing his knees to his chest. Claire smiled and shook her head, before ruffling the young boy's hair in a similar manner to his father.

"Don't mope Sweetie, it's not the end of the world! It's just general knowledge that kiddie shows these days aren't all that good." Claire stated, noticing the child's pouted lip. She patted him on the shoulder, before getting up from the couch. "What's say we go get something to munch on, then Sweetie?"

The boy smiled brightly, hopping up after her. He didn't say anything, but gave a simple nod, following Claire as she happily strolled over to the kitchen, not too far way. Evan managed to slip in just before the door closed. He followed closely behind her, similar to a baby duck.

"Why don't you go sit down at the table and I'll bring some stuff over?" Claire quizzed happily. The little boy gave a slight whine, grabbing onto Claire's pants leg and cuddling close to her.

"No…" He whimpered, doing his best to look up at her. She gave him a half smile, replying cooingly with an 'okay, okay'. She went to the fridge, struggling a bit with the young boy clinging to her leg.

She managed to juggle getting to the fridge, taking quite a few things out, getting a decent knife, chopping board… All while Evans continued to cling to her leg. Claire couldn't help but feel sorry for Jill – She couldn't imagine how clingy the little boy must have been with her.

Evans tried to watch his Aunty as much as he could, see what she had grabbed, what she was doing… But as he heard her chop away, grabbing a few plates, he had no idea what was going on. She ducked down, nearly accidentally knocking the boy over (Which she quickly apologized for), and grabbed a few packets from the lower cupboard before popping back up.

The little boy weighed his options, and decided to take Claire up on her offer. He happily toddled over to the table in the kitchen, managing just to get himself up on one of the regular sized chairs – A little too tall for him.

He waited some time for Claire to come over, spreading the plates out on the table. Clearly she had some intent to eat as well.

His mouth twisted to a frown somewhat. He shifted on his seat, once again pouted at Claire. She tilted her head, having a bad feeling about it.

"I don't want it…" He mumbled, crossing his arms. Perhaps a bit picky, he didn't want what was in front of him. No, the slices of apples, oranges, watermelon and cherries didn't take his fancy. No, neither did the carrot sticks or tomato. The cheese sticks a little… But he wasn't going to admit that. The almonds and walnuts, too, were a no-no to him.

"Why's that?" Claire asked casually, taking one of the cherries and popping it into her mouth.

"I don't want fruit." He huffed, sinking back in his chair.

"Or vegetables?"

"No vegadabbles."

"Cheese or Nuts, either?"

"No."

"Well then, what do you want, Sugar?" She asked, grabbing one of the few napkins she had brought over with the plates and spitting the cherry's pip into it.

"I want take-out food." He pouted, showing no sign of uncrossing his arms. He was sulking, clear as day.

"… Sorry," Claire apologized, shaking her head, her voice quite firm as she continued. "But I'm not giving you any of that."

"How come?" He whined, uncrossing his arms and leaning onto the table, standing on his seat.

"It's not good for you, that's why." Claire answered simply, grabbing one of the cheese sticks and taking a bite out of it. Evans licked his lips, but quickly snapped out of it.

"But---" Evans once again whined, leaning in further.

"How often do you mum and dad let you eat any?" Claire asked, her voice still somewhat stern but remaining calm and patient all the same. Evans bit his bottom lip, knowing that he couldn't quite lie to his Aunty. She would know.

"Not often…" He mumbled quietly in answer. Claire picked it up quite easily however, and nodded.

"They do that for a reason, sweetie." She explained, taking another bite, "Take-out food isn't healthy at all and they want you fit as a fiddle."

"I'll scream." Evans huffed, bringing his shoulders up and glaring. As intimidating as he tried, he only managed to look adorable.

"I call your bluff and raise you a carrot stick." Claire smiled broadly, grabbing one of the said food pieces and passing it over to him.

"… Huh?" The boy blinked a few times, mouth parted a fraction. His Aunt's response had caught him off guard to say the least, leaving him unable to translate it. His stance had changed drastically, and there was no way knowing he would go through with what he had threatened.

"Let's compromise." She stated, noticing how confused the little boy was – And in turn, how calm he had become again.

"Co… Pa...?" Evans did his best to repeat the word his aunt had stated, but his young and small vocabulary had no chance. Claire bit her bottom lip, trying to hide her smile at his attempt.

"What I mean is, I'll ask you to do something, and if you do it, I might give you something nice back, sound like a deal?" Claire asked, attempting to keep it as simple as possible for the little boy.

"So… If I eat the fruit, you'll let me have take-away?" Evans asked, tilting his head somewhat and sitting down properly. He wasn't too sure, but he seemed confident in his answer to say the least.

Claire shook her head. "No, close though Sweetie. I'll make you something nice for dinner, okay? Whatever you want."

Once again the boy pouted, looking around. His sweet nature put him off threatening again; he also knew that he couldn't win.

"C'mon, we'll eat together, okay Sugar?" Claire smiled, pushing the plates closer to him. He looked at what was presented, before picking up a slice of apple and taking a bite from it – His expression showing mock pain. Claire chuckled and rolled her eyes, grabbing a slice of watermelon and taking a big chomp out of it.

He chewing the apple slowly, putting the rest of it down and grabbing a slice of watermelon instead, following Claire's lead. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, taking the biggest bite his small frame would allow.

"Monkey see Monkey do, huh?" Claire laughed, leaning over the table to nudge Evans' shoulder. The little boy giggled in returned, having to cover his mouth to make sure none of the melon's juice dribbled down his chin.

The two sat eating happily for a few minutes, Evans copying nearly every of Claire's moves. Eventually the little boy lowered his head, grabbing his Aunt's attention. Before she could ask what was wrong, he spoke up – Quietly, however.

"Aunty Claire…?" He asked softly, not raising his head but looking up to her.

"Yessum Sugar?" Claire asked, looking away from her food and listening patiently.

"… I'm sorry." He said just as quietly as he had before, still not looking up.

"For what?"

"… Being bad." He answered, looking off to his side. Claire gave a soft smile, leaning over the table once again and putting a hand under his chin, lifting his gaze to hers.

"… That's okay. Thank you for apologizing, Evans." She said sweetly, honestly quite thankful for it. She had seen quite a number of children refuse to back down, let alone say sorry with meaning. Her brother and sister-in-law were clearly doing quite a wonderful job with their little boy. She only wished more people would take notes.

"I know but…"

"Honey, I've been around the block. I've seen kids screaming their lungs out, thrashing around, kicking and hitting, just for not getting something like a chocolate bar. Frankly you're an angel Evans, so don't worry." She explained to him, giving the boy a reassuring pat on the head. He smiled slightly as his Aunty sat back down, "Though I should warn you, try anything I just said other kids do… And that mum of yours will tan your hide red, and that's a literal meaning to Redfield you don't need."

"I'll be good!" The boy chirped, nearly cheered, sitting up straight with his hands in his lap, smile only growing wider at his Aunt's approval.

"That's M'boy! Now why don't you keep on eating? I'm gonna go grab us something to drink." Claire recommended, getting up from her seat. She could see Evans hesitated for a moment before nodding, and grabbing a few of the things left on the plates.

She contently strolled over to the fridge, grabbing a jug of now icy water and putting it on the bench. Grabbing two glasses, she poured a decent amount into each before looking over her shoulder at her nephew.

Claire paused, watching Evans eat. It seemed once he got the taste for the natural things, he'd sweetened up to the idea, even without resorting to mimicking her. He basically played shuffle, picking up a slice of watermelon, then grabbing a bit of carrot, soon scoffing down some of the almonds while he was at it.

It was at that point that Claire felt a slight prang of worry. It dawned on her, that having rarely been the one to supply food for her him, she couldn't quite remember if he happened to have allergies to anything he might be munching on at that point in time. She really should have found out first, especially with those few types of nuts set out.

Better go give those two a call, just in case… She thought to herself, dropping off the glasses at the table before heading out to the lounge room, Evans watching her all the while.