Note

This story and all of my other ones WILL NOT have any elements of RWBY volume 3 incorporated into it. I no longer plan to watch or read anything regarding new RWBY information and will not put anything associating with it into my stories. A/N at the end of the chapter.

"Do we even really need a new babysitter? I mean what's wrong with Ruby or Blake?"

Weiss glared towards her idiot of a wife before shaking her head in astonishment by how clueless Yang in fact was.

"Did you see what Blake did?!" Weiss shrieked from her seat on the couch in the living room while taking her reading glasses off. She was currently going through a checklist she had put together that went through the criteria she was looking for in a babysitter for Snowflake. One that Blake and Ruby no longer fit anymore.

"She was just teaching Snowy how to defend herself in case of an emergency." Yang waved off as she grabbed the carton of orange juice from the fridge and proceeded to gulp it down without a cup, earning an angry glare from Weiss.

"Y- Yang! Get a glass you brute!" Weiss shouted. "Don't do that kind of stuff in front of-" but it was indeed too late.

Not a moment the words were leaving her mouth did Weiss spot the little bundle of energy that was Snowflake bound into the walkway that divided the kitchen from the living room; spotting Yang at the fridge.

"Mama! Mama! Orange juice!"

Yang glanced down towards Snowflake as the small girl extended her arms upwards towards the carton she still held to her mouth. But of course Yang would go and grab a cup for her daughter, right?

Weiss continued watching as Yang handed the entire carton to her daughter right before Snowflake of course copied Yang and started drinking from it in a two handed grip.

"Ha! Like mother like daughter!" Yang exclaimed cheerfully as she watched on in joy.

Weiss on the other hand felt like her eyes were about to bug out of its sockets.

"Yang! Snowflake! Get a cup! You're both girls, you should be acting like that!"

But of course, nothing ever works out the way Weiss wants.

Snowflake in hearing her mommy shout from the living room turned around to glance towards Weiss but in the process dropping the still open orange juice carton she was struggling to hold to her lips down onto the ground, spilling everywhere in the kitchen.

"Ah… oops!"

"Weiss! Spill on aisle four!"

All Weiss could do in that moment as she finally realized that she was living with basically two Yangs sighed. She sighed and brought her hand to her face as she repressed the burning sensation of anger, pushing it to the back of her mind. Surely those two would grow out of this phase one day.

Quickly getting up from her place on the couch, Weiss went to go clean up the mess her daughter spilt in the kitchen without muttering a word. Yang on the other hand went to the living room and plopped down onto the couch and watched Snowflake do the same, sitting right next to her. The two girls exchanged toothy grins before Yang snatched the smaller girl up and into her lap.

"Mama, am I getting a new babysitter today?" The curious girl asked while glancing up at Yang while sitting in her lap.

Hearing that, Yang picked up the papers that Weiss had been reading from earlier and began to look over them with a confused expression on her face the longer she read them.

"I- I'm not so sure, Snowy. By the looks of what your mama has been going over, it looks like she's trying to hire some kind of superhero…" Yang muttered towards her daughter before waving the bundle of papers in the air to get Weiss' attention.

"Oy! Weiss! What's with all these expectations on this list?"

The still quiet white haired mother took a moment before glancing over at the brute of a wife before responding as she mopped.

"I want only the best for Snowflake. I will not accept anyone below extraordinary." Was her casual response.

Yang cocked an eyebrow at that before quickly glancing over the papers again. "Yeah, me too but I don't think… the requirement to 'be at Snowflake's every beck and call' should be on this list."

"I didn't put that on there! … Did I?"

"No but that's what this list makes it out to be basically. And also why do you have a list anyway? That's weird Weiss. You're being weird."

Weiss finished mopping and quickly put everything away before making her way to the couch and sitting next to her wife. She held her arms out for Snowflake as the girl smiled and fell back onto her lap, successfully lying down on top of both Yang and Weiss' laps.

Weiss couldn't help the smirk that made its way to her lips as she ruffled her daughter's identical hair to her own before wiping the orange juice that was still around her mouth.

"It's not being weird; it's called being prepared Yang." She finally replied back. "You should try it sometime."

Yang blew a raspberry before reaching for the remote and turning the television on. "Being prepared is for nerds."

Weiss only glanced over at the blonde and once again racked her mind for the reason on why she loved Yang and decided to marry her.

"How very mature of you." Weiss commented before glancing down at what Yang was wearing then at her watch.

2:24 pm

"Oh dust!" Weiss shouted as she jumped up from the couch, lifting Snowflake with her.

"Mommy, what's wrong?"

Weiss didn't even bother answering her daughter's question as she set her down on the ground and started to tidy up the house as quick as she could, earning a glance from Yang.

"The prospects are arriving at 2:30!" Weiss shouted from the hallway. "That means hurry up and get dressed Yang!"

The blonde looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap shirt with blue basketball shorts. All in all she thought she looked pretty presentable.

"Why? I'm already dressed Weissy!" Yang shouted back towards her wife with an all knowing grin on her face. She knew Weiss couldn't stand when she wasn't dressed to the girl's unrealistic standards when they were having company over.

She could already hear Weiss shouting from the hallway about something but Yang ignored it, instead tickling Snowflake's ear as the girl sat down in front of her.

Until the doorbell rang of course.

"Babysitter, babysitter!" Snowflake screamed as she sprinted towards the door as she usually did, small feet scampering excitedly away.

But her usual routine was dashed as her mama scooped her up into her arms. "Snowy, you know mommy said to stop running to the door by yourself."

Yang watched on with gentle lilac eyes as her daughter silently hung her head down in sadness. It was the look of a truly apologetic child, one that Yang couldn't stand at looking at.

So of course being the parent that she was, Yang smiled and put Snowflake down, earning a curious look. "But what mommy doesn't know won't hurt her! Go and get the door!" She whispered towards her daughter.

Snowflake's matching lilac eyes widened in joy as the girl nodded her head happily and rushed to the front door, fumbling with the locks a bit, and swinging it open in one swift motion revealing…

A/N: Sorry for taking so long updating. I didn't feel right with just doing one chapter so I'm setting up a two-parter! I wonder what cast of potential babysitters we will see! Suggestions are welcome, although I do have the final one chosen in my head :)