Hi! Okay, if you have read Unexpected Turn's, this is a (better, I think) version of that. I have idea's for that story but sometimes I read it and cringe. I know people like it as it is, so this is going to be me trying to make it better and more in character, I suppose. It will mainly focus on the the new generation and them growing up, becoming weapons, meister's or not! It'll be Soul and Maka's kids, Blackstar and Tsubaki's kids, and Kid and Liz's kids. I want it to be about them growing up and becoming who they are, so if you're into that - Enjoy!


Soul was nineteen when he got custody of his niece.

It was horrible. He had only met his niece a hand full of times since his brother still lived in Italy, with his wife, Ana. He could only manage to visit a few times a year, and Amara was only a baby. When his brother died in a car accident, along with his wife, Soul was the only person who could accept the baby.

How could he not? It was Wes's child, the only person he loved more than anyone one else in the world. And, fuck, did he love that baby. He loved Amara fiercely, with an intensity Soul didn't know his brother was capable of. He didn't know if he could give this baby that. That love was something Soul had never felt, the only thing that came close to it was how he felt about Maka.

Maka and he started dating when he was seventeen, and it was blissful. Yeah, they fought but their love was fierce. It was intense. But it didn't come close to what Soul saw when his brother looked at that baby.

Fuck, his brother. Could he ever feel that way about this baby? He loved her, but he wasn't her dad, not yet. Not when he was nineteen, anyway. He was terrified that he wouldn't be able to give her what she needed, what she deserved. No one measured up to Wes, least of all him. He was so, so scared, and so was Maka.

But they brought the baby home. The flight from Italy to Nevada was hard, especially with a one-and-a-half-year-old, but they managed it. Small victories like that made him feel better, and he knew it made Maka feel better too.

Maka had been amazing. He was so scared when he told her that Amara was his that it'd be a deal breaker. That he'd have to find his own place, and figure out how to be a Dad on his own. But she never wavered, not even for a second. She looked right into his eyes and said they were partners, and they'd do this together, like they always did. Even if she wasn't his girlfriend, he thinks he would have kissed her then. Luckily, she was. And he did.

Getting used to a kid was hard, especially when you're also dealing with grief. Soul's parents died in a car accident, and to lose his brother to one too was dark. He owed Maka a lot for those first few months. Sometimes he could hardly function, never mind look at his brother's kid. She reminded him too much of Wes. Maka didn't stutter, she just told him to stay in bed and she'd handle it.

He didn't deserve her. Amara was nearly two when he pulled himself out of his grief. Maka was washing the dishes, and didn't hear him come in, or she pretended she didn't. They had moved into a bigger apartment, which was much less creaky than their old one. Amara was in her highchair and babbling happily as she spread some bananas on the table in front of her. He sat opposite her and when her crimson eyes met his, her lips pulled up in an elated smile. He melted.

She squealed happily when he pulled her from her chair and pressed her against his chest. Smashed bananas were smeared into his shirt, but he didn't care. He just held the baby tightly and muttered that he was sorry.


Things got easier after that. Amara grew up quickly and Soul completely settled into his role. Maka was a natural, but Soul did see a tear in her eye when Amara called her Mamma for the first time. Soul couldn't help the guilt he felt when she called him Papa. But Maka just smiled at him and hummed comfortingly through their resonance. She's adapting, she whispered.

They made sure to speak in Italian with her even though she didn't live there anymore, and it was clear that she preferred it sometimes. Soul didn't want her to lose her heritage, and Italian was as much his mother-tongue as it was his brothers. It was nice to reconnect with his language, and it made Amara comfortable to hear it. Her birth mom, Ana, was Bulgarian but Soul didn't have time to learn another - He would have liked it if she could speak her mother's language too, though. Maybe when she was older, but for now Italian would have to do. Whenever she got excited, she'd only speak in Italian. Her teaches complained about it all the time, and it didn't help that all their friends studied to language to help her keep up with it to.

There friends were amazing. Amara adored Blackstar and Soul could hardly believe it when he started picking up on Italian just to bond better with his and Maka's daughter. He knew Maka wanted to learn, but that made sense, Amara was her daughter, but he never thought Blackstar would. Soul's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when Blackstar unashamedly asked Soul how to say 'brat' in Italian. Kid already spoke it; he knew every language. And the rest of their friends were fluent by the time Amara was five.

It was hard sometimes, even still. It pained Soul that Amara didn't fully remember Wes and Ana. They were incredible parents and loved her so much, so he tried to tell her about them as much as he could. That got easier to do as she got older and could understand more. She'd ask for pictures and stories. She knew how they had died, and it scared her whenever Maka or Soul had to get in a car.

Amara five when it happened. Soul didn't think he'd get anymore surprises. He worried that he couldn't love Amara enough, but he can't imagine anyone loving something as much as he loved that girl. He thought he'd never love anything more than Maka, but here he was. It was fierce and intense, just as Wes's love was. He was worried for nothing. But that was it. No more surprises, his heart couldn't take it.

But then Maka got in an accident – She was walking Amara home from school and Amara strayed into the road and a cab came. Maka got Amara out of the way, but the car hit her. She was okay, only a few bumps and bruises, and a dislocated shoulder. She'd had worse brawls with Blackstar, and this was a car. But it scared him, getting a call saying she was in an accident send him back to five years ago, when Ana's sister called to tell him that Ana and Wes were dead.

But she was fine and focused more on comforting him and Amara. She knew this was painful for them. But she was acting weird. On the ride home and in the apartment. He knew better than to drag it out of her since she liked to do things in her own time, so he took Amara to school and came home.

Then Maka said she needed to talk. Good. He had been expecting that.

He didn't expect what she had to say though.

He could hear the blood rush in his ears as he tried to comprehend what he had just heard. He opened and closed his mouth in a feeble attempt to respond to her.

"I'm sorry – You - you're…?" His voice sounded small and scratchy. He didn't recognise it. Maka closed her eyes.

"Yes."

"But - But how? I don't understand… We used a condom… We always use a - "

"Well, obviously, it didn't work that time," she hissed. She stopped and took a calming breath.

"I'm sorry," she almost whispered. "I'm still surprised… I was so scared, Soul. Scared out of my mind. I was in the hospital bed, nearly sobbing with relief that Mara was alright, and just - Just dreading your reaction because I knew how triggering this would be for you, and… and then some Doctor walked in..." She trailed off. Soul held onto her every word and kept in tune with the sound of her voice, as if it was the only thing keeping him sane.

"He sat on the bed and explained I wasn't the only one in danger when that cab came towards me," she uttered. "I was confused. I said: 'Yeah, I know, Amara was there too.'"

She laughed dryly.

"The doctor laughed but said no. He said some of the scans they did revealed that I'm nearly month into the pregnancy. And I know, okay!" She suddenly snapped and Soul jumped.

"I know it's awful timing and we have our hands full with Amara but – But I don't think I can have an abortion. I really thought about it, but it's my right as a woman to decide how I want to respond to this! I'm so, so sorry but I just can'-"

Her tone was growing more and more hysterical, and Soul could see tears prick at her eyes.

"Maka, Maka," Soul finally found his voice. "What made you think I'd ask you to do that? It's in your body, Maka. This is your decision; you think I'd have the nerve to try and tell you what to do with your body?!"

His voice got louder and louder with his panic.

"Not an it, Soul!" she yelled back. Soul rolled his eyes.

"Well, I apologise for not knowing the gender yet!" he snapped. Maka opened her mouth to retort before snapping it shut.

"Yet?" she asked. Soul recoiled at her softer tone. "You… You don't want me to get rid of the baby?"

Soul released a long, satisfying puff of air and allowed his muscles to relax as he made his way towards his girlfriend. He wrapped his arms around her, and all the anger seeped from her body as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"No," he said quietly. "If that's not an option for you, then no. And even if it was… I don't think I'd be alright with it either. Not when it's mine and yours."

He heard her sniffle and realised she was crying. He rubbed her back.

"And yes, I guess the timing isn't amazing," he grumbled, and she giggled. "But we're clearly capable. I mean we kept Amara alive all these years."

Maka snorted and Soul's eyes became wide. "Oh, shit," he pulled away to analyse her form.

"You were just hit by a car! Is the kid alright?"

She laughed lightly and waved a hand.

"Oh please, I've gotten more beat up by Blackstar." Soul shot her a dark look.

"The baby's fine," she reassured him and patted her lower belly. "It was the first thing I asked."

"Do Blackstar and Tsubaki already know?" Blackstar and Tsubaki drove them home. He noticed Tsubaki watching Maka closely, which was strange. He assumed she was just worried over the accident. Maka shrugged.

"I don't know. I think Tsubaki assumes - She has some kind of sixth sense or something. But she won't know for sure till we tell her." Soul nodded.

"God, how do you reckon Mara's going to take it?" he muttered. Maka shrugged and smiled softly.

"I think she'll be happy with a little sister or brother," Maka hummed. "She'll be an amazing sibling. Whatever we have… they'll adore her."

Just talking about it was making it finally sink and seep into Soul's mind. He was having a baby with this woman. The woman who held him together at the darkest time in his life. His child was growing in his partner's stomach, and he was going to be a father. Well, again, since he was already a father to Amara, but… They were going to have a baby.

"Soul?"

He looked up to see Maka looking at him with sympathetic eyes. She must have mistaken his silence for panic.

"I know this is big," Soul scoffed and she gave him a look. "Okay, really big. I'll get bigger and I'll go into labour. But we can do this, Soul. We're tough, you and I. If anyone can handle something like this, it's us."

"I suppose we're more ready than most," He agreed with a sharkish grin. "Amara was our practice baby."

Maka swatted him and he grimaced. "She was not our practice baby!"

"I was kidding!" He groaned and rubbed his arm. Maka just smirked.

He rolled his eyes and pulled her closer, careful of her shoulder. He couldn't help the happiness he felt when he felt her giggle against his lips.


"Okay, sweetie," Maka said softly as she sat Amara on the couch, where Soul was already seated. Tsubaki and Blackstar had just left since they picked Amara up from school for them and now, they sat with her on the couch after saying they needed to talk. The child was clearly confused by their behaviour. "We need to talk to you about something exciting, okay?"

Amara frowned and nodded. Soul swallowed thickly but felt himself calm as Maka lay her hand on his.

"What is it?" Mara chimed in her musical voice. Soul smiled.

"It's good, you see… Someone else is going to be living with us very soon," Maka nodded along with him.

"Yes, a little baby girl or boy," Maka added softly. Soul squeezed her hand. Amara frowned in confusion.

"Who is it?" she asked sweetly, curiosity burning in her eyes. Soul and Maka looked to each other. Maka smiled reassuringly and nodded at Soul.

"Well," he began as he dragged his gaze back to Amara. "It will be your little brother or sister." He managed; Amara's eyes widened.

"Che cosa? (What?)" she whispered in bewilderment. Maka smiled.

"I'm going to have a baby."

Maka hardly even got the words out before the little girl jumped on her parents and wrapped her tiny arms around them. Soul laughed gruffly as the little girl spluttered in delight.

"You're happy," Soul chuckled in relief. The little girl pulled back and Soul could see tears in her eyes. He melted.

"Certo che lo sono! Non posso crederci, sarò una sorella, papà! Mamma, io sarò una sorella! (Of course I am! I cannot believe it, I'm going to be a sister, Daddy! Mummy, I'm going to be a sister!"

Maka and Soul laughed at her excitement. She was clearly happy, since she'd more or less forgotten that she can also speak English. Maka nearly squealed with happiness as she tucked the little girl into her arms. Her eyes wandered to Soul, who was gruffly trying to hide the fact he had tears in his eyes.

"You good?" She asked, her voice tight. He glared at her playfully.

"Not cool."