Hello hello! Long time no post. Sorta lol I took last weekend to rest a bit since I just started going back to the office rather than working from home, and it wiped me out. But with the news of 2 more Resident Evil announcements on the way I want to try and muscle through the fatigue and give more content. If I can't do things I enjoy on the weekend then what's the point of working after all lol.

Song Suggestion: Lost Boy by Ruth B.

Disclaimer: I own nothing ^v^ Resident Evil belongs to CapCom and I have no connection to them.


September arrived as summer air started to cool and with the beginning of a new month, it meant Chris only had a few more days before he'd need to leave again. Chris looked around the BSAA gym to find Rose sitting off to the side by the door again. He frowned a bit as he noticed this. Usually, she hurried over to tell him it was time to go home, but that wasn't the case ever since he got home a few days ago... Maybe she wasn't feeling well still. Chris finished the set he was on before wiping off the equipment and made his way over to Rose.

"Hey kid, are you ready to head home?" Chris asks more so to let her know he was there.

Rose looks up from her schoolbook of worksheets she had been looking over, and nods. "Okay."

That sounded like an Advil day... "Still having aches?" Chris asks as he waits for Rose to get up and put her book away in her brightly colored backpack.

The child thought it over before shaking her head no. She didn't have aches she just didn't feel... excited. She was still scared of being replaced and being home just made that feel more daunting, and she didn't feel like she could talk about it, and it was a lot for a six-year-old equivalent two-year-old. Sure she acted and looked like a six-year-old, but she only had 2 years to get here. That's a lot of missing life experiences that would have made this easier.

The two walk quietly from the gym to the car. Chris helped Rose into her car seat before getting into the driver's seat and starting the commute back home. He tapped his thumb on the steering wheel while waiting through traffic and trying to ignore the box of cigarettes in the cup holder. He pretty much stopped smoking in the car when rose was around but the urge to cut that habit back was starting to amplify.

He'd had this car for what, 5 or 6 years now... when did he buy this thing again? Chris thought it over and frowned as he did the math. It was closer to 9 now. 9 years worth of Cigarette smoke stuck in the seats and carpet and any surface it could stick to. Even though he'd cut back pretty significantly on smoking in the car, he could still smell the ashes...

His distracted thoughts regarding the statue of his car continued the rest of the way home. He pulled into the garage to park and as he was getting out, he stopped and looked back at the small paper box in the cup holder. It took him a moment, but he picked up the box and walked over to the trash and was 5 seconds away from throwing it away only to turn right back around.

Let's not be too hasty here, baby steps... right. Baby. Even if he didn't smoke in the car, it would still cling to him... Fawcking. He walked back to the trash can again with a bit more resolve only to once more turn around. He'd get them out of the car first. The agent walked over to some shelves by the door and put the box on the top shelf to keep them out of reach.

Rose watched as Chris paced around while she waited in the car seat. It was kinda weird to watch, but he did eventually stop and made his way back to the car to help her get out too.

"We're home!" Chris says as the two walk in and stop by the shoe rack to drop those off before entering the house further.

"Welcome home, you got a package in the mail," Emma replies in return while working on washing dishes. They were a bit later than usual, so she got started on cleaning while waiting for them.

"Oh, cool I was wondering if that would make it here before I have to head out," He admits as he walks over and finds the box sitting on the kitchen island.

"Can it wait until after dinner?" Emma asks as she and Rose move to take their seats. Eating for two made meal times a rather strict schedule, and they were already late.

"Right, yeah it can wait," he agrees as he puts the box back down and walks over to join the two for dinner.

Normal standard table conversations took place. How was work? how was school? did you learn anything new today? Each question was given a short answer as Rose picked at her plate.

before long rose finished her meal and pushing her plate towards the center of the table. "I'm full."

"Okay," Emma says as she moves to get up and start clearing the table. "Did you want dessert?" she offers having picked up on the fact that the kid was a bit glum.

"... No that's okay," Rose says in return as she gets up. "Can I go to my room?" might as well enjoy it while she had it after all, before she had to sleep in a wall.

Emma's concern became more evident on her face. "Sure, if that's what you want to do." This was so weird, what's gotten into her... "Are you feeling okay?"

"I just wanna go to my room," Rose replies as her tone gets more aggravated.

"Okay, that's fine," Emma says dropping it, at a loss for what to do.

Oh no... that wasn't a good thing to do. Rose thought while avoiding eye contact and hurrying to her room all the same. She didn't want them to be mad at her.

"How long has this been going on?" Chris asks quietly after Rose left.

"It started a little after you left last month... I'm not sure what's going on..." Emma answers just as quietly before moving to carry the gathered dishes to the sink.

"That explains a few things. She's been a bit off for me as well, can't seem to get her to talk anymore..." Chris admits with a slight frown.

"Can you try and talk to the doctors tomorrow? I would have taken her myself but," That was pretty self-explanatory. Rose couldn't go to a regular doctor. "I didn't think Advil would cause mood swings. Especially at such a low dose... I don't know if we're giving her too much or not enough." as she talked she rinsed off the dishes and put them into the dishwasher.

"I don't know if they'll have much more insight to this, they weren't particularly helpful before," Chris points out and shakes his head before moving to get up and help clear the table. "I'll see if they know anything though. She's due for a checkup."

"Thanks," Emma says in return with a defeated sigh, "I know we're supposed to discipline poor behavior, but I can't tell how much of this is from the growing pains and what's a tantrum anymore. I'm worried if I'm too hard on her, she'll close up more. I don't want to correct her for being in pain."

"We'll figure it out," Chris offers before giving her a peck on the side of the head as he takes her place at the sink. "Maybe we should talk to Rebecca and see if she can make some of that medicine. See if it helps."

"She said it was expensive though. It might help short term but taking the funding away from the genuine solution doesn't seem like the best idea..." Emma replies hesitantly while thinking it over. There wasn't really a guarantee that it would help and if it meant taking funds away from a long-term solution, then it didn't seem worth the risk.

"I'm just trying to think of something," Chris says with an equally defeated tone as he finishes rinsing off the dishes and puts them into the dishwasher as well.

"I know, sorry," Emma replies with an attempt at a smile before heading over to the living room to take a seat on the couch. she'd been standing a lot today as it was so her legs were tired.

"It's fine, I get your point," He says in return before heading over to the island once more to go and open the package that he ordered.

"... So, what's in the box?" Emma asks in an attempt to change the subject while shifting, so she could look over the back of the couch.

"Nothing special, just some safety locks for the cabinets," He admits as he holds up the plastic and cardboard package that the box contained.

"Oh," Emma says surprised. That was rather thoughtful. "Good idea."

"Thanks," he replies before heading over to one of the drawers and dug around for the spare screwdriver. "Oh, Next time you're at the grocery store, do you think you could pick up some nicotine patches?" he asks figuring that might be a good way to lead into the whole. 'I want to get a different car' topic.

What? "Um. Well, I can try? I don't know if they'll sell them to me like this," Emma replies, surprised by the request as she watched him sit on the floor by the cabinets and start working on installing the locks.

"Ah, right." he says in return as he was leaning in under the sing to try and get the first piece to stay in place. She made a fair point, well. Here goes nothing. "I was thinking It might be a good idea to switch to patches since I was considering trading in my car."

H-hold on now a new car? How? "Is something wrong with it?" Emma asks as concern returns but for a different reason. It was his car, so it was his call, but that's a lot to manage and figure out with very little time left to get that worked out.

Well, technically no, but. "It's getting up there in years, figured it would be a good idea to swap it out for something with better safety features that isn't coated in a decade of cigarette ash." It would be better for Rose and the baby. he thought as he moved to lean a bit more and check the piece he just put in. was he doing this right? "And If I'm getting a new one then might as well try and keep it smoke-free. It's better for resale and such," He explained before noticing he put the piece in upside down. Shit.

Emma watched him work and curse under his breath a bit longer. "... Are you nesting?" She asks with an amused smile as she was starting to connect the dots. Baby locks, changing bad habits, a new car that's 'cleaner'.

Hearing that caused him to hit his head on the top of the cabinet. "No," He replies while rubbing where he hit his head. "I'm just saying it would be the responsible thing for me to do."

"M-hm" She says while smiling to try not to laugh, "So there's absolutely no other reason why you want to trade in the car besides the fact it's old?"

He paused at that one. "... I'm not," he insists.

"Okay," Emma says shaking her head, "You know it's not a bad thing right? It's cute," She says with a slight chuckle.

"I resent that, I'm not cute," Chris says with a frustrated frown.

"Okay. You're very manly and macho, and I appreciate that you're taking care of this since I can't right now," Emma says instead with a bit more sincerity.

Chris nods in approval of the revised statement and gets back to work trying to install the kid proof cabinet locks. It took a good hour or two, but he eventually managed to get everything locked up. As he made his way around the kitchen and over to the living room to take a seat next to Emma, the open outlet covers became more apparent. "I'll see if I can order some covers for the outlets before I head out again."

"Okay," Emma says as her smile returned.

He could already tell what she was thinking. "I'm not nesting."

"I didn't say anything," Emma points out still smiling contently to herself.

'*'*'*'*'

The next day came and was about to end once more. Chris found himself in a similar scenario to the days prior. Rose was brought to the Gym once her classes were done and rather than go and say hi to him and the other members of hound wolf squad she instantly sat by herself with her workbook and refused to interact with anyone. Since Hound Wolf Squad was scheduled to leave in the morning, Rose was dropped off early for him to take home when he could.

"Hey Alpha, what's up with the gremlin," Lobo asks as he walks over to Chris.

"I'm not sure," Chris says quietly in return.

"uh-oh, she's hitting a rebel phase already?" The heavy weapons specialist asks with more genuine concern.

"It's hard to say if that's it... I don't get it, she was fine up until a few weeks ago, now she's barely speaking to either of us," Chris says while occasionally glancing over to the child who opted to sit in a secluded corner of the BSAA gym.

Hearing that caused Lobo to wince in sympathy. That was never a good sign. The kid was way too young for that. "Well, maybe she just needs to talk to someone that isn't you," He points out which earns him a scowling frown in response. Lobo holds his hands up in partial surrender. "Speaking as the middle child with six siblings, if something is bothering you at home the last person you want to talk to are your parents." He explains as further evidence for his suggestion.

"... Maybe" Chris agrees with a tired sigh. It's not like they had a better idea at this point.

Lobo gives him a pat on the back. "Gimme five minutes." With that, he walks over to the other side of the gym where the child was sitting and working on filling out worksheets in her book. "Heya gremlin what's shaking?"

She looks up at him with a soured expression. "My name is Rosemary. Not gremlin."

Lobo holds up his hands in surrender again. "Got it, Rosemary it is." Guess she was already hitting the 'too cool for nicknames' phase. "Mind if I sit with you?"

"Why?" Rose asks with a suspicious frown.

"You seem pretty blue lately so Uncle Lobo's here to cheer you up..." he says as he moves to sit anyways. "So, wanna raid the fridge and steal the director's pudding cup?"

Oh my gosh, pudding? That sounded aweso-wait "no," she replied quickly.

Well damn, he thought that one would work. "You sure? I heard he gets the good stuff."

This was very clearly a trap to get her to misbehave more than she already had. If she keeps messing up they might get rid of her faster... "Yeah. Besides, you're not my uncle, Chris isn't even my real dad," She says with a frustrated frown.

Lobo's smile dropped a bit as he heard that, damn kid... is that what was bugging her?

However, before he could say anything the child continued to speak. Rose was still a child and once the flood gate is opened it doesn't close easily. "And, and I don't wanna get in trouble." Rose says out loud and Lobo quietly listened. "They already gonna replace me."

"What?" Lobo says confused. Replace her? Who?

"I didn't mean to do bad things, it just happened, and now they don't want me anymore," as she spoke her words descended into sobs. Chris and Emma were going to have a 'real kid' soon. What was going to happen to her? She didn't wanna have to go away. This was scary.

"Oh, oh gosh ki- Rosemary no, they're not gonna get rid of you," Lobo says as he moves to comfort the crying child.

"Yeah huuh," she rebuttals through sniffles. "I'm gonna have ta sleep in the basement, 'nd my bed's gonna be in a wall and"

What in the actual shit? Where did she get all these ideas from? Lobo held up a hand out of view of Rose to hault Chris's approach. If he intervened now it could make things worse. "That's what's got you all worked up?"

Rose nods while rubbing her face.

"Look. I'll prove it to you. Let's go get that puddin' cup first. You can have the whole thing and If anyone asks I'll say it was me. Okay?" He offers.

"O-okay" she nods.

Upon receiving the answer he moves to get up and helps her up and holds her hand to lead her out of the gym and down the hall to the break room. "Let's see, it's gotta be in here somewhere... the guy's like clockwork. Shouldn't be here for it for another 30 minutes." Lobo says as he opens one of the fridges and pokes around through the shelves. he checks the other fridge after this and his face lights up. There it is. Fancy ass shit that came in a single serving glass container. Lobo rolled his eyes at that before leading rose over to one of the tables and pulls out a chair for her, so she could sit down and places the jar on the table in front of her.

"I'll be right back," he says as he walks away to go and get a paper towel, wet that down and ring it out, then got a disposable spoon from one of the drawers. With those items collected he walks back over and places the spoon down next to the fancy glass jar. "Alright let's clean you up first, you don't wanna get snot mixed in there, it will make ya sick."

Rose scrunches up her nose in silent protest but all the same he cleans up the snot and tears from her face before tossing the damp paper towel. "There, much better. Here," he says before opening the container for her. "Go ahead."

Rose hesitates for a few seconds before picking up the spoon and trying it. It was really yummy and had caramelized sugar crystals on top making it kinda crunchy too.

Lobo waits while she eats, and it seemed like she was recovering well enough. "So what's all this about sleeping in a basement?" he asks confused. Alpha mentioned something about fixing the place up, He thought that Alpha had been sleeping in the basement though.

"I heard'um say it," Rose whines with a mouth full of food. "They wanna have the baby's room upstairs with them,"

Okay, so they might actually be moving her room, he wasn't going to say they weren't doing that without checking. "Okay, and why do you think they don't want you?"

"Cause they're having a baby," Rose says annoyed as if that should be obvious.

Lobo makes a silent 'ah' motion. This was starting to make more sense. Rose was an only child for a while. kinda. She's not used to sharing the attention. "Rose just because there's gonna be another kid doesn't mean they're not gonna love ya," Lobo explains. "I had 6 siblings, I know what you mean, it can be scary, but they didn't get rid of any of us for the newest kid," he explains.

Rose listened to this, she wanted to accept it as truth. Instead, she pouts. "It's not the same. They're having a Real kid, they don't want me no more..." Rose says dejected.

"They said that?" Lobo asks concerned.

"Well... no." but. but, "They're always so excited about the baby," Rose admits as she rests her chin on the table and pokes the last of the content of the jar with her spoon to watch it wiggle around. "And when I asked about if the nice people at the wedding were gonna have a baby too Emma said that not everyone ends up wanting kids."

Okay, I can see how that might be an issue when taken out of context, Lobo thought with a wince. "Well sure they're excited. They were pretty excited about you too,"

"... Really?" Rose asks seeming unconvinced, but there was a note of hope in her tone.

"Yeah, hell, they were so nervous thinking they might not get to keep ya," Lobo says in return, "You were probably too little to remember that. Pretty sure Alpha didn't sleep for three days."

Rose giggles a bit at that as the mental image of a very tired Chris came to mind. Even then it did kinda bring up a new question. Rose hesitates to ask but eventually speaks. "What happened to my mom?" she asks with a nervous expression. Even dream space dad didn't seem to know. And if they had to fight to keep her..., who were they fighting?

"You know, I don't think I'm the one to answer that one..." Lobo admits with some uncertainty. He knew the answer but if the Cap and Emma haven't told her, yet that's really not for him to say.

"Please," Rose pleads in return.

"Sorry kiddo, you're gonna need to ask Alpha and Emma on that one," The scraggly bearded man says in return. "Finish that up, so I can throw away the container, the director will be here soon," Lobo says while gesturing to the last of the contents of the glass container.

"But what if it makes them mad," Rose asks in return as she does as she's told and eats the last of the sweet treat. Mad wasn't quite the word she was looking for but her vocabulary was still somewhat limited. What if asking made them think she wasn't happy?

"They're not gonna be mad," Lobo replies, as he picks up the container to throw it away. When he returns to his seat, he speaks again. "Do you want me to go with you so you can ask?"

Rose thinks it over and nods.

Like clock work, 4pm rolls around and the director enters the room and heads over to the fridge. Lobo winces at this. they were still in the room and there weren't many other people here.

"Who the shit took my food!" The director announces as he looks around annoyed. he walks over to the trash and sees the empty container. "Who was it, fess up,"

"Yo what grown ass man gets that upset about a puddin' cup," Lobo says with a laughing smirk, Which caused the two other employees in the room to chuckle as well though they remained quiet. Even they weren't going to throw a kid into the line of fire of the director's rage.

"You, in my office. Now," the director says while pointing at Lobo.

"Yeah yeah, gimme a second," Lobo says as he shifts to stand up again, he did promise he'd take the fall for this, and he was a man of his word even if it meant getting lectured over a stupid bougie pudding cup. He moves to ruffle rose's hair "You're one of the wolf pack, you got this. Just keep a brave face and keep truckin'. Everything will be fine, you'll see." He says hoping to reassure her. "You good to go back to the gym on your own?"

Rose listens to this with a nervous frown but nods in return.

"Hound wolf," Lobo sounds off with a smile.

"Hound wolf," Rose parrots back.

"Good, see you around," Lobo says and walks over to follow behind the director back to his office.

'*'*'*'*'

Chris watched as Lobo and Rose walked out of the Gym. He knew the signal given meant back off, but, Rose was crying. If she was that upset, he should be keeping an eye on her. He waits a few moments before heading over to the door and sees the two walk around a corner. He wasn't the most Subtle person in the world but when push came to shove, he could still manage some level of stealth.

The agent tailed behind the two from a safe distance and watched as they entered the break room. thanks to the glass walls he couldn't get too much closer, or they'd see him, but he made sure to keep an eye on them all the same as they talked. He waited outside of the break room for a good thirty minutes as he watched the two talk while Rose was eating something? It wasn't until the director entered the room that he figured out what happened.

"Who the shit took my food!" The director announces as he looks around annoyed. he walks over to the trash and sees the empty container. "Who was it, fess up."

The fact Chris could hear the man clearly from outside of the break room while at an angle showed how loud the man was being. "God damn it Lobo," Chris says under his breath. He continues to watch as Lobo got up, ruffled rose's hair before walking over to the director to follow him away from the room.

Chris shook his head before making his way into the break room. "Hey, there you are," he says as he walks over to Rose. "We have early leave today, are you ready to head out?"

Rose was surprised to see that Chris went looking for her but nods.

"You have your book bag?" he asks though he already knew the answer was no and that it was still back at the Gym.

Rose paused at that one and shook her head no.

"Okay, let's go get it then," Chris replies and walks with her back to the gym so they could get her stuff and head home. While it seemed like Lobo made progress with her and was able to get her to talk, she was still quiet around him.

Rose occasionally glanced over at Chris as they walked to the car. Lobo said to be brave but talking about things that are scary, well. It was scary.

The pattern continued from there, the two made it home dinner was quiet unless rose was directly asked a question and even then the answers were short.

"I'm full, Can I go to my room?" Rose requests.

"you don't have to ask, it's okay," Emma affirms with a nod though she couldn't hide her concern.

"Okay," Rose replies and goes upstairs.

Chris and Emma watch quietly before looking at each other.

"Did you hear anything from the doctors?" Emma asks hopeful for some sort of answer.

"Nothing, they said she was normal for them," Chris replies in return with a slight frown.

A tired sigh escaped Emma's lips. It felt like they'd made no progress in the last few months. "I know we wanted to wait to talk to her until she was feeling better, but I'm not sure if that's going to happen any time soon at this rate." Emma points out. "If we keep waiting we'll blink, and she'll be a teenager,"

"I know, and she was pretty upset today too..." He agrees with and nods. As much as he didn't want the conversation to seem like a reaction, and he wanted her to be happy and healthy during it, if they kept putting it off it was never going to happen and that was worse. "I still have an hour or two before I need to pack up..."

A gentle smile crosses Emma's face. "I guess now's as good as any time at this point."

"Guess so, I'll stop by the study real quick and meet you by her room?" Chris suggests and Emma nods in return.

The agent went ahead and stopped in his home office and dug around through some shelves, retrieving a worn out coat before making his way back down the hall where Emma had just made it up the stairs since she needed to move a bit slower to keep her balance on the steps.

The two nod at each other before Chris knocks on the closed door. "Rose, can we come in?" Chris asks.

Hearing the knocking surprised the child. she looked around for a clock. it was only 7. it was too early for bedtime. "... Okay." she replies nervously as she moves to crawl onto her bed. maybe her clock was wrong.

Chris and Emma walk in and notice her waiting on her bed. The two sit down on the edge of the bed as well. Rose watched with concern and confusion. what was he holding?

after getting comfortably seated the two looked at each other once more before looking to Rose. "We've been meaning to talk to you," Chris starts off figuring he should probably take the lead on this.

Hearing that caused Rose to panic. Oh gosh, it's happening. "Nooo," Rose says as she moves to hide under her blankets. If she couldn't see them they couldn't make her leave.

"No?" Emma asks confused.

"I don't wanna go in the basement and sleep in a wall," Rose says quickly while staying hidden.

"What?" Chris asks voicing his own confusion. "Why would you sleep in a wall?" how would she?

"I don't wanna have to go to the basement, I don't wanna give the baby my room," Rose says while clinging to her bed. "It's mine!"

The two were stunned by what they were hearing. Where did she get these ideas from? Holy hell is this why she was acting up? they'd thought it was the aches. "Who said you were going to be put in the basement?" Emma asks confused.

"YOU DID!" Rose shouts annoyed while staying hidden.

"... Rose. no, we never said that. We're moving the study into the basement..." Chris explains still confused. they never really talked to her about the renovation project why did she think they were moving her room?

"but the guy said they were gonna put my bed in a wall," Rose whines, while it was comforting to hear them say she wouldn't go in the basement it didn't completely make sense with what she heard.

"The hide away frame," Emma says as she figures out the next bit of the puzzling accusation. "No, Rose. It's a guest room for when we have visitors. We don't always need that though, so it folds up and can be stored in the wall. You don't sleep in the wall."

"... So, I don't have to sleep in the basement?" Rose asks as she started to feel some amount of hope.

"Of course not, Rose this is your room. The whole reason we wanted to move things around was, so you wouldn't have to share. This is your space," Chris affirms as the child hesitantly shuffles around to peek out from under the blanket.

"Really?" Rose asks while half expecting them to suddenly change their minds and say 'gotcha'! "But, you're replacing me..."

Good gracious no wonder she'd been so quiet! "Rose," Emma cooed with a guilty expression.

The child began to openly sob again though this time from relief as she moved to cling to the two.

Chris and Emma glanced at each other once more. They really did wait too long, how were they supposed to know though... The only thing she told them about was the aching joint.

"We just thought you were upset and wanted space," Emma says in an attempt to explain any distancing Rose might have noticed.

"Nooo," she clung more.

"We're not replacing you," Chris says hoping to offer that much as comfort.

Oh thank goodness. Rose nuzzled closer to the couple that was holding her.

"We didn't want to bring this up while you were upset but,"Chris paused to look at Emma, he wasn't really sure how to go about this. It wasn't what they discussed.

"We know you know now that we're not your birth parents, we're never going to try and replace them either," Emma says since Rose was worried about people being replaced.

"They're still important," Chris agrees with a nod.

"But. We were wondering if you'd be okay with us trying to be Mom and Dad too?" Emma offers which quickly gets the little girl's attention.

"Really?" Rose asks excited. That's exactly what she wanted.

"Yeah," Chris confirm, he still had some reservations and discomfort with the idea of Rose calling him dad because of his survivor's guilt but, he couldn't ignore that it would be wrong for him to treat her differently than the child he and Emma were about to have. "Is that okay?"

Rose nods enthusiastically. eventually a thought came to mind. how was she going to tell them apart though when talking about them... "Is it okay if I still call you Chris and Emma? So, I don't get confused?"

"Of course," Chris says feeling some level of relief. "If you change your mind later, you can call us whatever you want."

"Okay," Rose replies through sniffles as her sobbing calms down.

Chris smiled before remembering the coat in his hands. "Ah, right. um. got a bit side tracked. I'd hoped to give you this first." He admits before shifting to hold the coat in his other hand so Rose could see it. "You asked about this a while ago. Sorry it took so long to get this to you. It's," Chris clears his throat. "It's your dad's coat. The one you were asking about." He says and allows rose to take it from him.

Rose digs around in the pockets and sure enough she found the ring that dream space dad said would be there. it was a simple gold band with a single small dark gem. it was pretty. Rose tried to put it on her finger, but it was far too big.

"One second," Chris says as he moves to dig his dog tags out from under his shirt. He popped the clasp of the ball chain that was holding it in together and slid the tags off to put those in his pocket. he had a spare chain in his desk. "Here," he says and loops the ring and chain before closing the clasp again. "you can wear it around your neck until you're old enough for it to fit properly."

Rose nods and puts the chain around her neck before messing with the oversize coat to put that on as scary as this had been and draining too, This was the best day ever! Rose thought as she continued to enjoy the comforting feeling of being held by her newly appointed and approved mom and dad.


Emma is [34] weeks pregnant [6] weeks remain.

I almost feel bad for the director. Crème Brulé is a sad thing to lose, but Rose needed it more. ovq Next chapter is gonna be a fun one to make up for the feels I promise.

At this point, I also wanted to take a second to thank everyone who reads my work. from the silent lurkers to the frequent commentors, It means the world to me. I've received a few messages and comments over the last few months from various readers that want to start writing too, and it makes me so excited to get these messages! So, I'd like to take the time to officially make this a public offer. If you ever want to write, feel free to message me, and I'll be more than happy to help however I can. Additionally, I want to give public permission that if you're not sure where to start, you're free to use any of the characters I've made for any of my stories to use in your own works. I'm borrowing characters from Capcom and I didn't exactly get their permission, lmao. If I can do anything with my time writing, such as, make an encouraging space for others to try and do the same, I'll consider this the greatest success I could have hoped for. Let's all do our best and support each other :)