IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: As of now, my Rosawatts headcanon-verse is officially canon-divergent. Unless stated otherwise, of course, any post-FP canon does not apply to my currently unfinished fics or fics I'll write in the future. Impostor Factory was enjoyable (heart- and brain-breaking, but enjoyable), as all To the Moon games are, but pretty much everything regarding the revelations about Neil will be ignored in my headcanon-verse.

With that out of the way, please enjoy the new chapter! ^_^

An Awkward Question

Eva had always known that a day would come when she'd have to sit Grace down and tell her about the birds and the bees. Neil was convinced any word slightly related to sex said in their little girl's presence would scar her for life, but really, it was a conversation she would need to hear at some point, and Eva would much prefer Grace heard it from her rather than the TV or kids at school.

Today, however, was not that day.

The morning began much like any other. Eva woke up at seven, just barely resisted giving in to Neil's kisses and touches, and got up to get dressed and wake Grace up. By the time she and her yawning daughter were seated at the dining room table, Neil was in the kitchen making breakfast.

The normalcy of the morning was shattered by one single question from Grace.

"Mama, what were the noises in your room last night all about?"

Eva involuntarily sucked in a breath, her eyes widening. She heard Neil yelping and one of the sink's faucets turning on—he must have burned himself. Grace stared at her mother in confusion, and before Eva could think of anything to say, Neil hurried into the dining room, his entire face red and the very picture of panic.

"Wh-what are you talking about, Grace?" he practically squeaked, his voice an octave or two higher than usual. "What noises?"

Grace turned her confused gaze to Neil. "Why's your face all red, Daddy?"

"Um...it's not?"

"Yes, it is," Grace insisted. "You look like a tomato!"

"Uh..."

"Grace, what exactly did you hear?" Eva quickly cut in.

The five-year-old girl twisted her mouth in thought. "I dunno. Just...noises that sounded like you and Daddy."

Heat flooded Eva's face at Grace's words. So much for hoping all she heard was the headboard banging the wall, she thought. Eva spared a glance at Neil, who looked like he was very much wishing the floor would swallow him, his face now as red as a beet.

"There's a good explanation for that!" Neil blurted out suddenly. "You see, Grace...uh, the reason you heard...y'know, what you heard...um, was because—"

"Daddy and I were having some alone time," Eva interrupted, shooting Neil a warning glare when he opened his mouth to protest.

"Alone time?" Grace parroted.

"That's right," Eva said, nodding. "Sometimes Daddy and I need to be by ourselves, just the two of us. And sometimes when it's just the two of us, we make a little noise."

"Oh, okay." Grace then gave Neil a bright smile. "Daddy, when's breakfast?"

And that was that. Breakfast finished cooking and was eaten without any further questions from Grace, much to Eva's relief. It was only later, after Ruth arrived to take Grace to school and Eva and Neil left for work, that the subject was brought up again.

"I can't believe you told our five-year-old what we were doing in our bedroom!" Neil ranted in the passenger's seat.

Eva grunted, her eyes on the road as she drove. "For carrot's sake, would you calm down? You're acting like I told Grace your private parts went inside my private parts."

"You told her we were having alone time!" Neil yelled. "Couldn't you have come up with literally anything else?"

They stopped at a red light, and Eva chose that moment to look at her irate husband with a raised eyebrow. "What else could I have said, exactly?"

"That we were trying to find the light switch and kept running into stuff in the dark!"

"And then Grace's next question would've been why we didn't just turn on the lamps."

Neil paused as the light turned green and Eva resumed driving. "Well, she could've asked why we were making noises in the first place!"

"But she didn't."

"But she could've!"

Eva sighed. "Just be glad she didn't get curious enough to come to our room last night."

"Gee, thanks, Eva," Neil said sarcastically, "I really needed that image in my head."

"At least I came up with something to say," she snapped, her grip on the steering wheel tightening, "while you were busy having an absolute meltdown."

"Can you blame me? Grace freakin' heard us!"

"Yes, I'm well aware of that. Remember that next time you think some bedroom fun while she's asleep is a good idea."

Neil scoffed. "You say that like you were complaining. It takes two to tango, you know!"

Eva just rolled her eyes. "Be that as it may, you're the only one being an idiot about all this. You realize Grace forgot the whole thing after I gave her a perfectly child-friendly explanation, right?"

There was another pause, then Neil exhaled. "I hate it when you're reasonable."

"One of us has to be," Eva quipped. "Especially when Grace gets older and she actually does need to know about s—"

Neil cut her off with a vehement, "I don't even want to think about that, now or ever."