A/N:

Guest- Awesome chapter dude XD Menagerie? Oh this'll be interesting. Actually, I have question that I think might interest you. Sienna Khan was short lived, a shame too cuz shes hot and wouldve been interesting BUT, since this is your AU/Fanfiction, are you, by ANY chance, making her have kids that she hid from the Fang? XD

. . . *facepalm* Missed opportunity! The heirs of Sienna. THey could have been awesome characters, but I'm too far into Menagerie to properly introduce them. Shame, considering there ARE Tiger Faunus in the Menagerie Arc that plays major roles in the story, yet neither one are related to Sienna.

If anything, they're hyped up to be even more important and powerful than her. Hope that doesn't bother you, dude.

And now, we begin the Menagerie Arc.

IS WHAT YOU THOUGHT I'D SAY!

Instead, we are doing a special! I give you DDA: Dust Day's Aftermath!

Fun fact about this special: the twins HATED this one! It has to be their least favorite. I'm curious to see how the rest of you react to it.

Just remember, these specials are technically non-canon (unless made to be canon later down the road). Anyway, onto the special!

Weiss had entered the Schnee Manor. She sighed in relief, tired from a hard day's work. She didn't care where, she just wanted to sit. She immediately walked into the den and sat down, sighing in contentment. She then began to unlace her boots before kicking them off.

"I must say, that is rather unladylike, Weiss."

She looked to see Klein walk in with a tray of coffee and cookies. "I'd say I'm allowed to be like this in the comfort of my own home," she said with a smile.

"I suppose so," he said. "S-So, how was your d-day," he asked bashfully with pink eyes.

"As busy as always. Where's Ruby?"

"Achoo! Oh, she's out on a mi-mi-machoo! Mission."

"Really? Huh. She's usually home before me. Must be a pretty important mission. What about Silber?"

"Ah, Silber is in her room studying. She's even more studious than you were at her age."

Weiss sighed. "And let me guess: it's to impress Winter?"

"Hm, yeah. She really likes her aunt," Klein said with light blue eyes in a laid-back manner.

"My own daughter and she seems to love Winter more than me. This must be how Ruby feels when it comes to Argent."

"The exception is that Argent loves his father more than his mother, while Silber loves her aunt. But you do know Silber still loves and respects you, don't you, Weiss," Klein said with his most common eye color, brown.

"Yes. I know. Seriously, though, it feels like we Schnees don't get to be that close with our daughters. Even Shiva seems to prefer Qrow over Winter. She acts much more like her father than my sister."

"I suppose it is a curse that all Schnee mothers must endure."

"Speaking of mothers, how is mine? I haven't seen her lately."

"O-Oh! U-Uh, s-s-she's been stuck in h-her r-r-r-room."

"Still? She hasn't left in quite a while. Is she alright?"

"J-j-just a b-b-bit under the weather."

"Really? We Schnees don't really get sick. I can't remember the last time I had so much as a cold. Maybe I should go check up on her," Weiss said as she got up.

"Come now, Weiss. You've been working all day. Let caring for the lady of the house fall to me. I am your butler, after all."

Weiss thought about it and sighed. "Alright. Fine."

"Splendid. Oh, and I took the liberty of asking one of the maids to prepare you a bath filled with relaxing Epsom Salt."

Weiss giggled. "You spoil me, Klein."

"That is my job," he said before bowing and excusing himself.

As he walked, he passed a few other servants, greeting and complimenting them before finally reaching Willow's room. He then sighed before knocking three times. He waited for a response before knocking three times. After waiting again, he knocked twice at a certain rhythm. After no response to that one, he finally opened the door and entered, locking it behind him.

He looked around the empty room, the light from the open window illuminating the clean and well-kept room. He then heard vomiting and went towards the bathroom. He walked in to see Willow panting in front of her toilet. "May I ask how long you've been in front of that this time?"

"Too long," Willow panted out.

"Well, fortunately, this is your twelfth week with it."

"Honestly, I always feel the worst during the finale week. And I absolutely feel terrible, so this is definitely the last week of morning sickness."

Willow struggled to stand, prompting Klein to help her to her feet before leading her to her chair, gently sitting the woman down. He then walked over to Willow's bed and reached beneath it to take out a briefcase. He then opened it to reveal medical equipment, taking out a stethoscope. He then placed the chest piece... on Willow's exposed stomach.

"The heart rate is normal and healthy. It's developing splendidly."

Willow sighed in relief before smiling down at her belly, and rubbing it. "I can feel a slight bump. When can you tell me the gender?"

"In approximately six more weeks."

"That long is it," Willow asked as she continuously rubbed her stomach, smiling at it. "Still, it truly is amazing. To think, a woman in her fifties carrying a child."

Klein smiled before he sighed. "M'Lady, Weiss has been asking about you."

Willow's smile went away. "Has she?"

"We won't be able to hide the truth forever. The coming weeks will be even more difficult since you will be showing signs of pregnancy. And it would be obvious to her who the father is."

"And she will be furious. I am well aware. I'm more worried about Winter's reaction if I'm being honest. I am carrying the child of her former lover, after all."

"She will most certainly not be pleased to learn that. Though she very much loves her husband, it is undeniable to even her that she still holds feelings for him."

"And how could she not? Jaune is quite possibly the perfect man. Far better than HIM."

"Absolutely no one would disagree with you. One must only look at how he cares for and loves his other illegitimate children."

"His illegitimate children. Hm. It's honestly tragic how none of his children can be called legitimate. He has not sired one child with his beloved wife. Only with a divorcee, a married woman, and now a widow," Willow said as she stood up and walked over to her window, hand still on her stomach. "Yet, he showed to be a far better parent than I have ever been."

"Willow?"

"He loves them, Klein. Unconditionally. Jaque would never show such love to a bastard child. He barely showed any love to our children. Winter, Weiss, and even his obvious favorite, Whitely. He mostly saw them as tools. But Jaune? He sees his children as that: children. His flesh and blood that he proudly and lovingly raised. Something this child will know."

"What? What do you mean by that?"

Willow turned towards Klein, a fierce determination in her eyes that Klein hadn't seen in decades. "I mean I am going to be a proper mother this time. I may have a healthy relationship with my children now, but that was only because of the hardships we endured together. I wasn't the mother those three needed or deserved, but I will be a proper mother to this child. I swear to you on my very name, Klein. The Schnee growing within me, blessed with the Arc Bloodline, will know the warmth and love of a mother."

Klein stared at the beautiful woman, a question popping into his mind. "And will he know the strength and care of a father?"

Willow giggled. "Absolutely. Once Jaune finds out, he'll go through hell and high water for his child."

Meanwhile, Jaune said up from his bed, shirtless, hologram watch on and activated, tattoo on his back. "What?"

"What is it," Nimueh asked sleepily next to him.

"I... I don't know."

"Then go back to sleep, babe," she said as she pushed Jaune down onto the bed, the two going back to sleep.

Weeks passed, and Klein was now doing an ultrasound. Willow was looking at the scroll's hologram in anticipation. She then saw the image of her child. In mere moments, she saw her baby. The sight of it made her tear up. "My child without that man. . . It's perfect. What is it?"

"A boy, m'lady."

"A son? I had a son with Jaune?" She looked at the ultrasound again and smiled. "Then I have a chance to raise it to be like its father and nothing like that horrid man."

"That should be simple enough since Jacque has been dead for fifteen years," Klein said as he was putting away his equipment. His eyes then turned pink. "S-So, what are you planning on naming the little angel?"

Willow looked down at her stomach and began to stroke it. "Hm... considering who his father is. . . Neiger. Neiger Schnee-Arc. That is the name of my youngest son."

Klein's eyes went back to brown. "Neiger Schnee-Arc. It does seem like a lovely name."

A knock on Willow's door was heard, making the two jump.

"Mother? It's Weiss. May I please come in?"

Willow's face turned blue. "W-Weiss."

Klien cleared his throat before adjusting his tie. "I think it should be appropriate. Now could be the best time for her to-"

"Please, no," Willow went softly as she grabbed Klein's sleeve, blushing profusely. "I know it's selfish to say this, but I'm not ready for anyone to know just yet."

Klein's eyes turned red before he rolled him. "Oi. Fine. I'll tell a small story for ya. But you'd best at least let the father know."

"I plan to, Klein. Don't worry. And thank you," Willow said with a beautiful smile.

His eyes went to normal as he bowed. "I do what I must for the lady of the house," he said before walking to the door as Weiss knocked again.

"Mother?"

"Apologies, Weiss," Klein said. "But your mother is still ill."

"Klein? So that's where you've been."

"Are you clear of the door? I would like to exit your mother's room and prepare her some soup."

"Pumpkin and marshmallow soup," Willow asked, perking up.

"Certainly not, madame. You need something more like chicken and vegetable soup." He glanced at the door before cupping his mouth. "For the baby," he whispered, mouthing each word. Willow looked dejected at first until Klein mentioned her baby.

"I-I see. Yes, I'm clear," Weiss said.

"Thank you, Weiss," Klein said before leaving Willow's room, closing the door behind him. He then turned to look at Weiss. When he saw the look on her face, he began to sweat. "Uh, Mrs. Weiss?"

"You know, my mother has been 'sick' for months now."

"I have noticed, yes."

"Winter is getting worried as well. That shows how long she's been in her room. In the past fifteen years, she hasn't been in her room nearly this long since she's been happier."

"Yes, your mother has progressed to be a much more cheerful and content woman."

"Content... or relieved?"

Klein raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"

"Klein, are you hiding something from me?"

He went back to being nervous. "Weiss, please. I thought you knew me better."

"Hmm. Well, no matter. As long as I know she's fine. I can at least speak with her through scrolls, right?"

"Oh, is that all you want," Klein asked with his mint green eyes, showing that he was in his dopey personality. "Yeah. No problem. I just need to get her soup."

"I suppose I can wait. Thank you as always, Klein," Weiss said with a bow before walking away.

Klein's eyes turned lavender as he yawned. "This is getting exhausting."

Later.

Weiss and Ruby were getting ready for bed, Ruby was already under the sheets, playing a game on her scroll while Weiss was combing her long hair, and staring at her mirror.

"Alright, Weiss, start talking. What's wrong," Ruby asked.

"That obvious?"

"We've been married for fourteen years. Our anniversary is coming up. After fifteen years of marriage, I'd like to think I can tell when something is wrong with my Weiss Cream."

Weiss groaned with a roll of her eyes and a smile. "I HATE that Yang got you to call me that out of habit."

"Would you rather me call you Snow Angel?"

"Absolutely not," she said as she pointed her brush at her wife, an angry look on her face. "You know I hate that nickname."

"He hasn't called you that in years. Though, he calls Silber that at times. It embarrasses her to no end, but she still loves it," Ruby said with a shake of her head. "Almost as much as Winter still loves being called Snow Goddess."

"Can we stop talking about the boob who got my wife pregnant?"

Ruby jolted.

"Doesn't feel as good to pull out your dirty laundry, huh," Weiss asked with a triumphant smile.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Anyway, what's wrong with you," Ruby asked.

Weiss sighed. "I think. . . I think Klein and my mother are in a relationship."

Ruby stared at her wife. Then, she burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that she fell out of the bed with a heavy thud. "Ow," she went before continuing to laugh.

"Why is that funny?!"

"Because you think that Klein, KLEIN, the man who raised you and your sister, the man who is basically your dad, the man you trust more than any other person who isn't related or married to you, is getting it on with your mom?!"

"But the signs are there! My mother hasn't shown herself in months. Klein has been going in and out of her room. And he's been acting so sus-"

"Weiss, it's Klein. Do you really think he'd have a secret relationship with your mom behind your back?"

Weiss took a moment to think. "I... I suppose not."

"Just trust him," Ruby said with a smile. "And besides, would it really be that bad if your mom was in a relationship with Klein?"

Weiss took a moment to think... and smiled. "No. Actually, I would like that. After everything she'd been through, my mother deserves happiness. And if someone like Klein, no, ESPECIALLY Klein can make her happy, then I'm happy," she said as she got into the bed and kissed her wife. "Thank you, Ruby."

"Any time, Weiss Queen."

"I really want to punch your sister."

Ruby snickered before kissing her wife again and getting comfortable in bed.

"And I should think of it this way, at least they're not hiding mother's secret love child with Jaune."

"Still holding that over me," Ruby deadpanned.

"Forever," Weiss said with a snide smile.

Ruby groaned. "Goodnight, Weiss."

"Goodnight," Weiss giggled before turning off the light and getting comfortable.

'. . . Wait, mother and Jaune have had relations. Could that be what she's. . . No. No. . . R-Right?'

These thoughts kept Weiss up for quite some time.

Willow was laughing as her coffee was steaming next to her, Klein's eyes currently pink.

"Weiss believes you and I are in a relationship? That's adorable."

"P-Please don't laugh, Willow."

She sighed in contentment. "I'm sorry, Klein. It really is silly, though. You've done so much to take care of my daughters in my stead, but you and I barely interacted. If I remember correctly, I would only ever tell you to bring me more vodka, you would follow my orders, you'd try to talk me out of drinking, and I'd just yell at you to get out."

Klein's eyes turned light brown. "Yes. I do believe those were our most common interactions."

"Not exactly the foundation to the beginning of any relationship," she said as she sipped her coffee. "Besides, a rich woman having an illicit relationship with her head butler? How cliché," she joked.

"As cliché as a wealthy older woman having a relationship with a younger man?"

"A wealthy, successful, and famous younger man who happened to be dating my daughter at the time," Willow added. "And to think it was because of a simple accident. Well, he knows how to make a woman feel young, comparing my body to Winter's. Then there's the night we shared with the Spirits last Dust Day's Night. The event that started this whole situation to begin with."

His eye turned pink again. "I don't think we should be talking about this."

Willow giggled. "I agree," she said while looking out the window. "It's strange. What makes that one man special? That gives him the ability to make me feel like a woman again? That I don't mind giving birth to his child?"

Klein's eyes turned mint green. "Maybe 'cause he's a superhero? Or an actual good dad? Or a good husband, well, when he's not cheating," Klein snickered.

Willow looked down at her belly, rubbing it, feeling a small kick from her baby. "A good father. Maybe that's it. He loves his children so openly. Maybe I just wanted a love like that. Now that I think of it, had I married a man more like Jaune instead of like Jacque... what would my children have been like? This family? This very home? What could change? . . . Well, it doesn't matter. I may have failed as their mother, but thanks to you and their families, they grew into something wonderful. I will always be grateful to you for that, Klein."

His eyes turned light brown, a single tear welling in his eye before he bowed. "Thank you, Lady Willow."

Willow smiled before she groaned. Then, her eyes widened.

"Hm? Willow," Klein went before he saw the bed sheets. "Oh, dear."

"So much for a week."

Klein then took out his scroll.

"Wait, you said you could deliver it on your own."

"It's best to have aid. It's just a few other servants who know."

"You've told someone," she groaned.

"Only a few of my most trusted colleagues."

Willow groaned, unable to care that other servants knew she was pregnant anymore. "Have them hurry," she strained.

Whitley was walking through the halls when he saw some servants bringing towels, hot water, and gloves. He caught one holding a towel just in time, surprising the young man. "Care to explain?"

Moments later, Willow was doing the breathing exercises Klein had told her as the butler was preparing to deliver the baby, other medically trained servants next to him. They were all wearing sterilized gloves and masks as they were making sure the process was in order. Willow was clenching her bed sheets with one hand but was desperately trying to grab something else with her free hand. She began to calm down when she felt someone grab her hand. She looked to thank whichever servant volunteered, only to be shocked. "WHITLEY?!"

Klein looked up. "M-Master Whitley?!"

"Don't you have a child to deliver?"

"W-What are you doing here," Willow panted.

"Nervous servants tend to have loose lips," he said as he looked at said servant, the young man bright red with embarrassment as he handed the towels to a doctor.

"Whitely I-"

"We can talk after you deliver my brother."

Willow was panting before she smiled. "He really told you everything."

"He did. Now, come on. I'd rather not see my mother in any more pain than she needs to be, and I do wish to see the first Schnee who was born in the reformed family," he said with a smile. Willow smiled happily back. But it went away when Whitley's smile vanished. "But we're still having a talk about the father."

Willow sighed before she smiled again. "Fair enou-" She then began to scream as she tightened her grip on Whitley's hand.

"MOTHER?!"

"It's fine, Master Whitley. She's just having contractions. She's giving birth to the child! Just do your breathing exercises."

Whitley watched as his mother struggled to push out the child, seeing her sweat. "Towel," he called, a servant running up and wiping her face.

"Thank you, Whitley," she panted.

He nodded before bracing himself for his mother's surprising grip. Then, after the next tight squeeze and a groan from his mother, he heard something surprisingly beautiful.

A baby's cry.

He watched as Klein and the doctors washed the baby before gently holding the crying infant. Klein then personally handed Willow her baby, the child still crying before Willow hugged it, the child calming down.

"It's a boy, as we thought," Klein reported.

"Then, this is my baby boy," Willow said with tears in her eyes. "Whitely, do you see him? Your baby brother. Neiger."

"Neiger. This is my younger brother, Neiger," Whitely said as he gently traced a finger down the baby's cheek. The baby then wriggled a little hand out and gently grabbed his older brother's finger, making Whitely smile.

Then, water fell on the baby.

"Huh," Whitely went. "What? What is this," he asked with a small laugh as he wiped tears off of his cheeks. "Why am I crying," he said softly with a laugh.

"Tears of joy, Master Whitely." He looked up to see his mother and Klein crying as well. "For this is a joyous occasion. New life has been brought into the world."

Whitley looked down at his baby brother and wiped his tears off of the now-sleeping child. "And it will have a happy life. I swear to everyone in this room, it will never have the childhood my sisters and I had. It will be as happy as Shiva and Silber were growing up. Never again will a Schnee know loneliness. I swear."

Willow wiped her tears off. "Thank you, my son."

Whitley smiled at his mother before standing up. "First order of business is letting mother rest. Second order," he began as he took out his scroll. "It's time for the father to meet his son."

"You know," Willow asked in surprise.

"Of course, I know. All one has to do is look into the child's eyes. Only one man has eyes such as those."

Whitely then searched his scroll for a certain number until he saw it:

JAUNE ARC

Winter was doing paperwork when her scroll rang. She looked at it to see a familiar name she wasn't expecting. She answered without hesitation. "Permission to speak."

'Thank you, General. Now I just need permission to enter New Mantle,' Jaune went.

"Enter, huh? Did you accept a mission in Solitas?"

'Yes and no. I got a call from Whitley.'

"Did you? It's been quite some time since he last called you for a personal mission."

'Guess that shows how important it is. Though, I find it odd that he wants to meet at Schnee Manor.'

Winer stopped working, looking at her scroll in confusion. "Schnee Manor? He's only ever had a meeting with you at the SDC or that cafe you two love so much."

'Hey, you like that cafe, too, Winter. Need I remind you of the many dates we had there?'

Winter rolled her eyes. "Just don't cause any trouble in my kingdom, Your Majesty."

'Please don't call me that.'

Winter giggled. "Permission granted."

'Thank you, Snow Go-'

Winter cleared her throat more than loud enough for Jaune to hear.

'Uh, thank you, General Schnee. Ending Call.' Jaune then hung up.

Winter went back to doing paperwork before she thought about her call. "Meeting at the manor. . . Why? He's never asked Jaune to meet him at our home. . ." Winter made a call, informing her secretaries that she was turning in early for the day before taking out her scroll and dialing a number.

'You don't usually call, Winter. Is something the matter,' Weiss asked.

"It's about Whitely."

'Whitley? He's not here. I saw that he hasn't been taking his mandatory off days, so I told him to go back home and rest. He deserves it after all the work he's done.'

"Is that why he didn't ask Jaune to meet him at the company?"

'He called Jaune? Why? There's no reason to ask for his help. . .' Weiss groaned. 'Unless he's working at home. Dammit, Whitley.'

"Is that the reason? Well, I'm heading over to the manor."

'I'll join you. I need to give that brother of ours a lecture.'

Neverflame flew throughout New Mantle, kids looking up in awe with adults bowing in respect. Some people even waved, hoping Jaune would see them, while others were just living their lives in indifference to the hero. Neverflame didn't care, either way, the bird taking its riders to Schnee Manor. The great bird then landed in front of the manor, squawking in satisfaction, especially after Jaune rubbed its neck before jumping off.

He then knocked on the door, and a servant opened it. "Ah, Your Grace."

"It's Jaune."

"Apologies, Master Jaune," the servant went with a bow.

He sighed. "Good enough."

The servant then noticed, blinking in surprise. "And Master Argent?"

"Hello," the boy went with a wave.

"Let's just say his Aunt Blake taught him too well when it comes to stealth. I'm sure you can handle him while I deal with Whitley's mission. Where may I find him?"

"Oh, um, in Lady Willow's room." Jaune jolted.

"Of course," Nimueh went as she formed next to Jaune. "I swear we can't go to New Mantle without dealing with at least one Schnee woman. Even when Whitley called us on those other personal missions, we'd run into either Winter or Weiss."

"What about mom," Argent asked.

"Her, too," his parents went.

"But why meet in Willow's room instead of his? Is something wrong with Willow," Jaune asked.

"Oh, no. She's actually recovering?"

That caught Jaune's attention. "Recovering from what?"

"Well, you'll see soon enough," he said as he walked away. Jaune and Nimueh looked at each other before following the servant, Argent closing the door behind them.

"If she's recovering from something, you think Whitley wants us to get her some weird medicine again," Nimueh asked.

"Or that strange pink salt we found on a Solitas Mountain last time. Maybe they'll make it into incense? Guess we'll find out when we reach her room," Jaune said as they walked down a hall.

Mere moments later, the front door opened, and Winter and Weiss entered the manor.

The Arcs were led to Willow's room, the butler knocking on the door.

"Enter," Whitley said.

The butler then opened the door with a bow, allowing the Arcs to enter. What they saw made them stop in their tracks.

Willow was nursing a newborn child, Whitley sitting next to the bed with a happy smile, with Klein standing behind Whitley while wiping some stray tears off his cheeks.

"Uh, Whitley?" The mother and son looked up towards the Arcs. "What am I looking at?"

Whitley stood up, hands behind his back. "Jaune Arc, there's someone I'd like to introduce you to. Meet the newest member of the Schnee Family, Neiger Schnee Arc."

The parents jolted while Argent got starry-eyed. "What was that last part," all three asked, only Argent sounding excited.

"You heard correctly," Willow began. "Jaune, come meet your son."

"M-My what?"

"HIS WHAT," two voices yelled out as the door slammed open, causing Jaune to jump and Neiger to cry.

Jaune turned behind him to see two enraged Schnees, barely noticing how Willow shushed their son down.

"Jaune," Weiss began.

"Salem," Winter continued.

"Arc," they finished together. "Explain yourself before we kill you."

"Uh-"

"WHOO-HOO," Argent went, making his dad jump. "I'M NOT THE YOUNGEST ANYMORE, he went before running up to Willow. "Hey, little guy! I'm your big brother!"

The baby looked up at Argent, looking confused before it began to laugh when Argent smiled at him. Jaune smiled at the sight.

"Ahem."

He jolted again before looking behind him toward the nightmares. "EX-PLAIN," the sisters went.

". . . I'm dead."

"Oh, yes." He looked at his wife, who looked equally angry. "You most certainly are."

Jaune was using his Semblance to heal the wounds he was inflicted. The giant swelling on one cheek, the big red scratches on the other, and the swollen eyes and lips. He lowered his Aura to let Winter, Weiss, and Nimueh beat the crap out of him since he knew he wouldn't get away from their wrath. Still, he was getting way too used to this kind of crap.

Winter was rocking and shushing her crying baby brother. "There, there. I'm sorry about the loud noise we caused. Your father just needed to be punished for his stupidity and infidelity." Neiger stopped crying and began to coo, making Winter giggle. "There we go."

Weiss sighed. "I want to yell. I want to scream so badly. I want to absolutely explode."

"I'm sorry, Weiss," Willow said.

Weiss looked at her mother before sighing. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've seen you look happy? How am I supposed to be angry at that?" She then glared at Jaune, who was almost fully healed. "BUT I CAN BE MAD AT YOU!"

Neiger began to cry, making Winter sigh. "Weiss."

"S-Sorry, Winter." She then stomped over to Jaune and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him out of the room.

Argent watched as his aunt dragged his father away before walking over to Winter. When the beauty noticed him, she knelt down to let the boy see his younger half-brother.

"Shi-shi-shi. Hey, Neiger. I'm your big brother," Argent said as he rubbed the baby's cheek with his finger. Neiger cooed as he grabbed Argent's finger. "He's so cute. . . Huh, so this is what it's like to call someone else cute."

"You know, you're taking this much better than I had anticipated," Whitley said.

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"He must mean he didn't expect you to be so forgiving of your father cheating on your mother," Willow said.

"Wasn't Mom with you and Dad when you made Neiger?"

"Urm." Everyone looked at Nimueh.

"Actually, that's a valid point," Winter went.

"Uh, well, you see-" A block of ice fell on Nimueh's head. "Ow."

"Don't think that's the end of it, Mrs. Arc. In many ways, you're just as much to blame for my little brother as Jaune is. It wouldn't be fair if I only punished him for sins you also committed."

"Y-Yes, ma'am."

"And don't think I'm not disappointed in you as well, Mother," Winter said as she gave Willow her infamous glare.

Willow sighed. "It just happened, Winter."

"But did it have to be him? Do you have any idea how strange it is to be holding the child of my mother and past lover?"

"I'm sure it must be surreal. Still, you of all people should know how special that man is."

"As a man or as a lover," Winter deadpanned. Willow just gave her a sly smile and a raised eyebrow, making Winter sigh. She then looked down at her baby brother, the child asleep in her arms. "We'll do it right this time."

"Hm?"

"Won't we, Whitley," Winter asked.

"If you're asking me if we'll make sure that child has a better life than we did, we've already succeeded with yours and Weiss's daughters. Why should we fail with Mother's son?"

Willow giggled. "That's true."

"Huh, it's kinda weird," Argent said, getting everyone's attention. He then leaned on Willow's bed. "Shiva is the oldest and Aunt Winter's daughter, making her kinda like the new Winter."

"Huh?"

"And Silber is the middle and Aunt Weiss's daughter, making her the new Weiss."

"I suppose," Willow said with a raised eyebrow.

"And now we have Neiger, the youngest, and a boy like Uncle Whitley, making him the new Whitley."

All three Schnees' eyes widened when they realized what Argent was saying.

"It's like a new generation of Schnee that the old get to make happy," he said with a toothy smile.

The three looked at the baby, thinking long and hard about Argent's words. Then, Willow hugged her baby, tears falling.

"Uh, did I say something wrong?"

"No. Far from it," Willow said with a broken voice. "Thank you."

Argent was confused but shrugged. Then, the door opened, entering a still irate Weiss and Jaune with ice on his face, the man melting it off with fire.

"Have you calmed down, Weiss," Willow asked.

"No. But I am a bit more tolerant." She then looked at her sleeping baby brother before sighing. She then looked at Jaune. "You had better visit at least once a month."

"I thought I was going to raise him like I did Argent."

"No. This time, WE get the child. He will keep the name Arc as a compromise, but he will be raised to be a Schnee. That's the deal we made, isn't it," she said as she held up her scroll.

"I still can't believe you made a contract that intricate in such a short time," Jaune said with a twitching eyebrow.

"Don't underestimate a CEO."

"Well, am I at least allowed a week to take Neiger on trips with Argent?"

"I wouldn't mind that," Argent said.

"The child should spend quality time with his father," Whitley said.

Weiss sighed. "Fine. I'll make some amendments," she said as she typed away at her scroll. "But if you ever make that child feel unloved by his father, I swear to the gods that you will beg for WINTER to punish you instead of me."

"Oh, my," Winter said with wide, surprised, and even proud eyes.

Jaune sighed. "Noted." He then walked over to Willow and gently rubbed the baby's cheek, the baby somehow looking even more peaceful as he slept. He then looked at Willow. "Please don't hesitate to call if anything happens to either of you."

Willow smiled. "Of course." The two smiled at each other before Willow raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to kiss me, Mr. Arc?"

Jaune chuckled. "I'd rather stay alive," he said as he stood up and took a step away from Winter, not needing to see how irate she was.

He then turned to Whitley and bowed. "Thank you for telling me about this. I may have gotten the hell beaten out of me, but at least I know my son is healthy, safe, and with a good family."

"Good might be stretching it a bit, Jaune," Whitley said with a raised eyebrow.

Jaune shook his head. "No, it's not. After all... you're hundreds of times greater of a man than your father could ever be. You're raising your brother to be happy, aren't you? I'm betting if Jacque was in your shoes, he'd make Klein do everything."

"Oh, no. If Jacque was in my position, he would throw Neiger away like trash."

Jaune's eyes turned red, while Winter subconsciously activated her powers. Weiss tightened her grip to the point of nearly drawing blood, while Willow hugged her child closer in a protective manner. All of them knew that Whitley was right.

Jaune took a deep breath to calm himself before holding out his hand. Whitley then shook it. "Thank you for proving me right. You are... thousands of times more of a man than Jacque Schnee."

Whitley smiled. "If the legendary Jaune Arc believes so, then I'd best not disappoint."

Jaune smiled before turning away. "Let's go home."

"Alright," Nimueh said.

"Bye, everyone," Argent said.

With that, the Arcs left the room, leaving the Schnees behind.

The Schnees then looked down at their youngest member, even Weiss's anger completely fading away as she looked down at the innocent face.

"We'll make sure he's happy, Mother. I promise," Whitley said.

Willow smiled. "I believe you."

A/N: And there you have it. A new Schnee is part of the NON-CANON world of King of Grimm!

Anyway, as I mentioned at the beginning, the twins hated this special. They think Jaune has too many kids and that it should have been Klein x Willow. No way am I going to be THAT cliché.

They also asked why Ruby wasn't more involved, but think about it, this is a SCHNEE special. Ruby may have married into the family, but we want the Schnees to get the most screentime in this special.

So let me know what you guys think: critiques, praises, flames, you name it. I'm looking forward to your comments and reviews. They are pretty insightful. After all, the Guest featured in this special made me hate myself for not even thinking of Sienna when I wrote the Menagerie Arc.

Speaking of the Menagerie Arc, fair warning, it's gonna be WILD.

It's undoubtedly the longest of the arcs, and it's still ongoing. I don't think I'll be able to finish it anytime soon. The story might catch up with my writing, making me need to go on a hiatus.

It wasn't even supposed to be complicated. It was just supposed to be Jaune learning new martial arts, but then it snowballed into something else entirely: politics, expansions, and war; it got way too complicated way too fast. Who knew Menagerie alone had this much potential? The Menagerie Arc alone could have been its own fan fic. Seriously, Menagerie was a story gold mine. RT missed out.

Anyway, look forward to my most difficult arc yet.

Until next time!