Well, this was a test of my patience, XD Had to rewrite this chapter multiple times because my internet is a jerk. I was originally gonna do a simultaneous release with the new Bond Polarity chapter, but I went ahead and released that one on its own because I was losing my battle with the internet, XD but here we are. we made it, and because of that, we get this lovely chapter of some cuteness and mostly drama.

Song Suggestion: Unstoppable by SIA

Disclaimer: I own nothing~ Capcom, please don't hurt me ovq let me love you. thanks.


Emma paced around her room as she listened to the dial tone of her phone. A few weeks had passed since She and Chris learned about the newest addition to the family and since then, a few events and decisions had been made by the couple.

"Hello?" Says a curious voice from the other end of the phone.

"Hi, mom how are you doing," Emma says with a smile as she looks at the doctors record she was holding in her other hand.

"Emma hey. I'm doing fine sweetie," the woman says as her tone shifts to her usual motherly tone. "How are you? It's been a bit since our last call."

"Good. doing well. yeah, it's about that," Emma says in response.

"Oh?" The mother replies with a concerned tone. "Is something wrong? did something happen? Oh gosh. Honey do you need us to come out and get you?" the mother rapidly asks as she spirals into a worst-case scenario nose dive.

And that was probably a reaction she should have expected. "Mom, no mom, it's okay," Emma says with a laugh. "It's good news." kinda. well granted her mom may not be completely thrilled with everything she was about to say but. here we go.

"Okay, I like good news," her mother replied with cautious optimism. She wasn't completely convinced though. "Good news at 10pm on a friday night?" she asks a bit confused.

"Sorry, time zones are weird," Emma replies apologetically. "So. any chance you and dad could visit in October?" she asks with a smile. "I'm going to need some help setting up a nurser-"

an excited squeal cut Emma off before she could even finish the statement.

"Eugene! Eugene, come here. Oooh goodness me, of course we can. How far along are you sweetie? That's so exciting!" she says though happy grandma giggle.

And that's when Emma winced. We were entering the 'news that would piss off her mother' territory. "Around 14 weeks? The Doctor says I'll be starting my fourth month in a few days." She hesitantly admitted as she looked over to a paper calendar that had been set up in the room for marking down days and tracking different milestones so they could keep track of what needed to be done. the calendar had X's marked through most of the days of April as Friday the 29th was yet to be crossed off.

"Fou-EMMA And I'm just now finding out?" the woman asks with a rather confusing tone. she was clearly unhappy based on her words, but because she was smiling so much it didn't sound quite right.

"Sorry, I wanted to get in with a doctor first and there were a few decisions to be made that I wanted to get pinned down," She says as she started to nervously pace again.

"Decisions?" the mother asks with concerned confusion. Were they not keeping the child?

And entering really cranky mom territory, "Well. You know. You raised three kids and. It's expensive," Emma starts, hoping to appeal to some sense of sympathy.

"Mhm," The mom says unimpressed so far.

"And. well. We already have Rose and her medical expenses and such, so we decided to," oh gosh gently defuse the bomb, "Delay any sort of grand celebration having and go with just signing some papers at the courthouse? Just for now." she says, and quickly adds on that last sentence as reassurance that it wasn't a permanent cancellation.

Confused and upset sounds could be heard from the retired event and wedding planner on the other end of the line as she was trying to start forming a sentence but failed repeatedly.

"I know, I know that's kinda your thing," Emma acknowledges to try and help ease the sputtering she was hearing.

"Yeah," she says upset.

"But this wasn't something we really, planned for, and I only have enough savings to take care of One thing or the other." Emma explains calmly. "We talked it over and we want to avoid going into debt over either. So, it's a matter of choosing if we want to get the house ready with fixes and changes that will generally improve our quality of living for years to come or have a really fancy party that lasts for 3 or 4 hours." She adds as further clarification for the decision.

"Ouch, okay," the mom replies, a little hurt by the reduction of something she valued so much, but she at least seemed to understand.

"We would have just pushed back picking a date in general and waited, but it's going to complicate things with the name and birth certificate, and it turns out there's a whole ordeal we'd have to go through with getting a paternity test for Chris to be marked as the father unless we are married before then, so we really wanted to avoid that, and it's just a mess," Emma openly vents her frustration with the conundrum they were faced with when making that choice. "so we kinda figured this would be the better option and just. do this all one step at a time as it's really needed. This lets us take care of the kid first, and we can worry about us after..."

"Oh alright. I suppose that's fair," Emma's mom says in a calmer and more genuine tone at this point after hearing how stressed her daughter was about all this. it was kinda just a party, even if it was about preserving a moment to make it last a lifetime and not just some 3 to 4 hour shindig. In the end, her little girl needed to do what was right for her. and as her mother, she needed to trust her to make that choice on her own. "I love you Emma." the mother says with a gentle smile.

"Love you too mom," Emma says as the simple expression helped lift a huge amount of weight from her. "You're not too mad, right?"

"Oh gracious no, not mad, maybe a little disappointed about having to wait, but I'll get over it," her mother replies with a nod. " Just let us know when you want your father and I to come out and help. we'll try and work out some arrangements."

"Thanks mom," Emma says In return.

The two stayed on the line and chatted for some time before ending the call. Emma carefully make her way down the stairs. Those were definitely getting a bit more difficult now that her center of balance was starting to change. The soft sounds of acoustic music could be heard as she made her way into the living room, where Rose was happily playing with her toys and Chris was sitting on the couch messing with his guitar. Emma moves to sit down next to Chris.

"So how did calling Claire go?" Emma asks, which causes Chris to stop what he was doing as he chuckled and shook his head.

"She'll be visiting in 3 weeks," He says in return as Duke walked over and jumped onto the couch so he could curl up next to Emma and rest his head on her lap.

"so soon?" Emma asks amused.

"She wanted to visit sooner," Chris points out in return. "I had to convince her not to jump on the next flight out here." Hearing that caused Emma to smile and laugh. "So how did talking to your parents go," Chris asks in return.

"Well. They're excited. Mom calmed down about the courthouse decision after explaining how it was going to complicate their name and birth certificate and such," Emma admits as she relaxes in her seat.

"Yeah. I'm kinda glad we looked that up," The agent admits with a nod as he goes back to picking out notes from the instrument.

"Yeah..." Emma agrees before cautiously looking over at the man next to her. "Although, speaking of that, what are we going to call them?" She asks with mild curiosity.

"hm," Chris quietly hums while continuing to play a random melody. "Well. What about Cooper?"

"... Is that because it sounds like copper?... like a cop," Emma asks with an amused, judgmental stare and Chris remains quiet. "We're not doing that."

"Fine," Chris replies while chuckling. he'd only suggested it as a joke anyways... mostly.

"Willard?" Emma suggests in return.

"No," Chris replies just as quickly.

"Maybe girl names," Emma says with a slight frown.

"Alright," Chris agrees with a nod. That might be a bit easier.

"What about Sage," Emma suggests.

"Sage?" Chris repeats with a raised eyebrow. it was a unique name.

"Yeah. Rosemary is an herb. So is Sage," Emma explained her logic. They might not have picked Rose's name but if they name their child in a similar manner it could help solidify that she's part of the family.

"Hm," he bobs his head. "Maybe."

This continued for some time. Rose happily played with her toys and Chris practiced chords while taking turns suggesting names with Emma, who was contently resting her head on his shoulder with a hand over her stomach. Before long it was time for bed and the day end routine commenced. Chris went upstairs with Rose to help make sure she brushed her teeth and read a story as a bribe to make sure she'd stay in bed while Emma took care of Duke.

The two changed and got into bed and shifted to get comfortably close to each other.

"... What about Scout?" He hesitantly says breaking the silence.

"Chris," Emma says with a laugh while placing a hand over her face.

"What?" He asks as a low chuckle vibrates in the back of his throat, and he moves to hold her closer.

"We're not naming them after a job," Emma says in return, she was willing to put her foot down on that one. They were not having another Emmy, Grammy situation.

"I was just thinking something strong and militant sounding would be nice," Chris replies to explain his line of thought. He wasn't trying to be goofy, even if the names seemed that way.

"Okay. I don't mind that Idea. But we can try and do that without being on the nose," Emma points out in return.

"So, that's probably a no to Gunner too," Chris says while yawning, and at this point he was actually joking.

"Absolutely a no," Emma confirms before shifting to give him a peck.

"We'll figure something out, we've got time," Chris replies with a shrug. "Oh. Um. I have some catch up work I need to do tomorrow."

"Kinda figured. You haven't been working as late since we took in Rose." Emma points out in return. "You're trying to get home at a decent time during the week, and that time is going to have to come from somewhere. so If you need weekends, then you need weekends. You don't need to keep asking."

"Alright," he replies and gives her a peck. "I'll work on it during the afternoon though. you usually take care of shopping in the morning, right?"

"Yeah. That would help if you were able to watch Rose while I took care of that," Emma admits before yawning too. it had been a long day.

"I can do that," he agrees in return.

'*'*'*'*'

Emma woke up the next morning to the sound of her alarm and weirdly Chris was already out of bed. that was happening rather consistently now... Emma Puzzled over the thought to find Chris downstairs sitting on the couch and resting his eyes while Rose was running around with Angie and Duke.

"You're up early again," Emma points out as she walks over.

"Hm? Yeah, couldn't sleep," Chris admits in return.

"Oh. Maybe try and get a nap later?" Emma suggests in return.

"Nah I'm fine," the agent insists in return while waving off the concern.

"If you're sure..." she replies, still concerned. Sleep was really important for his health... Well, it was important for anyone, but in Chris's case it was a bit more vital because of his past injuries. "I'm going to get ready and head out then."

"take your time," he replies in return.

It still felt a bit off, but Emma left to start her chores and the day passed by like any other Saturday. Emma got groceries. once she got back, Chris went up to his study and got to work on playing catch up on a few extra hours worth of paper work. While he did this Emma put away groceries, then dawned her apron before spending the rest of her free time baking a little extra treat for the family's dinner and sweeping up around the kitchen.

The sun was slowly beginning to set as the air held the homely scent of a freshly cooked meal. Dinner was just about ready when the soft chime of the doorbell alerted everyone to the arrival of guests. Duke began to bark and got off the couch to start slowly making his way to the door.

"Duke, go get your stuffy," Emma whispers the usual command before wiping her hands off on her apron as she heads over to the door instead.

She unlocks the door and opens it partially to find a well-dressed businesswoman standing next to a man with silver hair who was wearing sunglasses.

"Hi, can I help you?" Emma asks curiously, but smiled all the same. If they were salesmen, she'd just tell them to go away.

"Um. Sorry, I think we have the wrong house," The woman replies with a confused tone and expression.

"Oh," Emma replied. That explained it. "Who are you looking for? I'm afraid we only just moved in a year ago so, I'm not particularly familiar with everyone but. I can probably point you in the right direction." She offered in return. maybe they were Arthur's lawyers?

"We're looking for Chris Redfield," the woman replies, only to get somewhat cut off by the taller man standing next to her.

"The guy's around my height, has a perpetual scowl and looks like a brick wall with legs, Punches boulders for fun," the man lists off.

Ah, so they were friends of Chris's. She was pretty sure he doesn't tell everyone about the boulder thing. "Well, good news, you have the right house," Emma replies while clearly trying not to laugh. that was certainly an odd description of Chris even if it was, kinda accurate. "Come in, I'll let him know you're here," She adds while opening the door a bit further so they could walk in.

Emma waited for them to enter the house before she closed the door behind them and lead the way over to the living room to offer them a comfortable place to sit and wait, since the dining room table was already set for dinner.

Emma gently nudged a toy out of her walking path. "Sorry about the mess, I would have cleaned a bit more if I knew he invited friends over." She explains apologetically, but felt relieved that Duke seemed content to wait on the other couch with his stuffed teddy bear rather than tackle the new guests.

"It's not a problem, we didn't exactly tell him we were stopping by... I don't think I caught your name," The woman says in return while curiously looking around.

"Emma, It's always nice to meet friends of Chris's," Emma answers in return. He hardly ever invited anyone over. It's a shame really, he should get to spend time with friends if he wanted to. Oh! "Actually, dinner should be ready in a few minutes. Would you care to join us, or do you need to be on your way?" She offers while smiling. If they could stay a bit and chat that might be nice.

The two guests look at each other and smile. "Sure, we'd love to," the businesswoman agrees as she looks back to Emma.

"Excellent, I'll add two plates to the table then," Emma says while walking over to the kitchen to take care of that. oh. right, she needed to let Chris know they were here... she preferred not to have to deal with stairs though. Going up the stairs was fine, but going downstairs was quickly becoming a chore. "What were your names again?" Emma asks while digging through the cabinets. "Chris is upstairs in his office at the moment, but I can send him a text to let him know you're here," she offers.

"No need, we'll just talk to him when he comes down for dinner," the man says with a snicker.

"My name's Charlotte, however, and this is my Husband, Karl." Charlotte adds to answer the question all the same.

"Not a problem, again it's a pleasure to meet you both," Emma says as she finished collecting the extra supplies for the table.

Emma had just started to make her way over to the table with the plates, glasses and silverware when the man spoke again. "Are you a musician?" He asks while gesturing to the guitar.

"Hm? Oh. No, that's Chris's. He's been picking it up again lately," she replies as she sets up the additional plates. "He's still a bit shy about it, but he's gotten rather good." Emma adds figuring it wouldn't be such a bad thing to praise the man for his efforts since they were asking about it.

A few more minutes passed, and serving dishes were added to the table. "If you'd like, you can pick your seats at the table." Emma offers before heading out of the living area and over to the stair by the front door. "Time for dinner!" she calls up the stairs.

"Yey!" Rose excitedly cheered from her room.

By the time Emma made it back to the table, the visiting couple had gotten up and were curiously looking over the meal. "What's this?" Karl asks, gesturing to the food while the couple took their seats.

Whoops. "Oh. I probably should have mentioned that. It's lemon garlic chicken, quinoa, apple walnut salad, and there's some Peach cake for dessert if you'll be sticking around for that," Emma says with a happy smile. it took her a moment before realizing some of the food she listed had common allergens in it. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry I should have asked if you have allergies." maybe she could warm up some green beans in the microwave instead of the salad?

"No, that's not it... You made all this?" Heisenberg asks curiously.

"Yeah. It's nothing special, honestly. My Father is a professional chef, so I learned a few things from him growing up," Emma explains as she moved to sit as well since she felt confident that she wasn't going to have to run back to make something else. Charlotte and Heisenberg sat next to each other, and Emma sat across from Heisenberg.

"Can you teach her?" he says while pointing at Charlotte.

"Oh really?" Charlotte glared over at Heisenberg.

oh dear... "I mean, I'm certain that's not necessary," Emma replies with a nervous chuckle as a Rose made her way over to the table and happily takes her seat next to Emma and across from Charlotte.

"Exactly. I'm working on it," Charlotte says annoyed before looking to Emma. "I may have managed to burn water the other day, and he won't let it go."

"Oh," Emma says, how else do you reply to that? Yeah, she was staying out of this. With that thought, she shifts her attention to making sure the child's food is cut up into bites as a distraction.

"Hey Em, who was at the do-" Chris walks in and pauses as his previously relaxed expression hardens into a glare upon seeing the two. "-or... What the hell are you doing in my house?" He asks annoyed.

"Well, I believe we were invited to have dinner," Charlotte says with an amused smile.

"What," He asks in perplexed disbelief as he looks at Emma. Emma offered an awkward but concerned smile in return. Oops... was she not supposed to let them in? They said they were looking for him, he didn't mention any potential threats in the area, and they seemed to know him. They mentioned the boulder!

"It's true, we just stopped by and Little miss sunshine over there invited us to eat with you after letting us in," Heisenberg says while getting in on the fun. Emma's concerned expression from before compounded as it became a bit more apparent she might have maybe messed up.

The agent definitely looked pissed off, but his scowl gradually lessened. "Fine," He says as he begrudgingly moves to take a seat at the head of the table between Emma and Heisenberg. She didn't know. there wasn't a way she could have known. And if he wanted their help to see if there was a way to bring ethan back, he was going to need to be at least somewhat agreeable to rebuild that burnt bridge. "Em, could you pass the salad?"

"Sure," She replies, and does so while cautiously glancing over at Charlotte and Heisenberg now that it was more apparent that they weren't who she thought they were. During her passing glances she noticed that Karl was looking between her and Chris.

it took a few minutes but he eventually spoke. "How in the actual Fuck did this happen?" Heisenberg asks with clear confusion while gesturing to the two.

"Karl," Charlotte says with a half-hearted frown.

"Nah nah nah, That is a completely valid question. You mean to tell me I've had to deal with Hard ass McDickwad and this whole time you're secretly some Gooey gummy bear father of two?" The man says while looking at Chris directly. "And frankly, I'm not sure how to break it to you, but that one definitely doesn't look like you're the father." he says while gesturing to Rose.

"Please mind your language," Emma says with a frown. Come on it's not that hard to avoid cursing in front of a child. How rude do you have to be to do that when you're a guest in someone else's home.

"Chris isn't my dad..." the child replies while poking at their plate of food, which caused the table to pause.

an expression of guilt and regret crossed both Chris and Emma's faces. she found that out far too soon...

"Well," the man says and goes silent after as he seemed to recognized that he messed up there.

"How did you find me?" Chris asks to change the subject.

"Gracious Mr. Redfield, you're not the only one that can do a reverse phone number lookup," Charlotte replies with a bored tone. "Besides, I have something that might interest you."

"And that is?" he asks shortly as he starts serving himself. He'd hear them out at least but that last stunt by Heisenberg put him in a foul mood rather quickly.

"You seemed rather intent that something was wrong, considering you broke into my house and had me arrested." Charlotte says as she serves herself from what remained after everyone else had filled their plates. "Thanks for leaving the door on the ground for a MONTH by the way. I enjoyed having to sleep with bugs and rats and finding whatever else moved in during that time," she adds annoyed, putting down the last serving dish in the middle of the table, so she could shift to dig through her purse. "Luckily, unlike you, I'm not one to sit around and not take action after finding out there is a problem."

"If you're just here to insult me, you can go," Chris says before shifting his focus to eating his meal as his patience seemed to already be spent. Assholes.

"So I looked into it." Charlotte continued, though her tone more so said 'don't cut me off', as she takes out a black leather-bound book and files from her purse and hand them to Karl to pass down.

Heisenberg accepts the bundle and offers if to Chris, who cautiously takes it to look it over. Chris looks over the book before looking to Emma who had a similar concerned stare. They'd seen this book before. years ago, but it was hard to forget it after the trauma it caused. The book that was stashed in Emma's apartment wall. If it wasn't the same book it looked nearly identical and neither of them got to see the contents so confirming if it was a different book was more or less impossible...

"You weren't barking up the right tree, but you were in the right orchard it seems," Charlotte says before sipping at her glass of water.

Chris looks over the files with a frown for a few minutes as the others continued their meals.

Striker LLC - Urban loan shark division in. the ink was smudged after that before picking up again. Loan granted for organization up keep and further dispersion, under venture funding request 19321-vf2. Funding transferred to holding account. Additional 15% interest expected.

So, it wasn't the same book. Probably. whoever had this book was connected to be sure, but they funded the loan sharks whose book was hidden in Emma's wall. was that why they looked so similar? "This is a lot of information. Care to tell me what I'm looking at?"

"I suppose that is in the interest of brevity," Charlotte agrees, while Heisenberg was content to munch on his plate of food and stays out of this. "It's a record of underground transactions from within the company my family owns," Charlotte explains. "You're unusually adamant suspicion that I was involved made me curious enough to do some digging of my own," She admits before taking a bite of her food. "Turns out my father has been sneaking around and running some organization and laundering that through the company."

"And does that organization go by any name in particular?" Emma asks curiously she wasn't able to see the contents and had a similar suspicion that the book was connected to the break in from so long ago.

"Not sure. I'll give my father some credit, he gave different regions different names to try and make it harder to trace further than a local level. The only way to trace it back to him would be to start at the center. Luckily for you, I had that access," Charlotte says in return before looking at Chris. "And it appears he might be branching out into bioweaponary."

"Really?" Chris asks with renewed interest as he looks back at the papers.

"It seems so. When I got back, there was an unusual funding request left on my desk. One for some European medical company. I was rather against the idea of funding it, but my father was adamant and approved it. We're an American-based company, we don't usually deal with international funding, so it was rather odd," Charlotte explains. "After finding out that there is apparently some second mold site thanks to that court trial, the timing just seemed very unusual. Once I got back, I started looking around and that's what I found." She says as she gestures to the book and files she'd handed over.

"The book is a list of transactions he's personally keeping an eye on, and the notes with it link back to this organization he's involved with. The files appear to be regular transactions for approved funding ventures, but once you compare it to the book, he's funneling money out of the company under the guise of a venture." She explained as Chris looked over the documents that were starting to make more sense. "It's been excessively difficult to track since he's been putting the money back too. Charging some extra interest rate to the organization to take that off the top before handing the borrowed money back to the company, so the books stay balanced." Charlotte says though, she almost sounded impressed?

"And guess which medical company is on his list of funding to watch?" Charlotte asks rhetorically before going back to her meal. The more of the group had finished eating while she and Chris were talking.

"I'll admit, you might have something." Chris says reluctantly. Umbrella was a European medical company and if this is a list of underground, illegal transactions. It was possible it was connected to some kind of bioweaponary. "The BSAA doesn't like to take information leads like this though. You'll need to bring it in and provide a statement with it." he says as he puts the papers back into a neat pile on the table.

Charlotte smiles. "Naturally. Would you be able to schedule that while we're here?" she requests in return.

Chris hesitates a moment, but does end up nodding. "... Yeah. Let me go and get my laptop. I can probably get you penciled in to talk to the director on Monday," Chris says as he moves to get up to go head upstairs to get his laptop. He didn't like the idea of leaving those two alone with Emma and Rose, but, they already had time alone with them and didn't do anything and Charlotte did just hand him basically everything he'd need to destroy her livelihood, so that counted for a small gesture of trust.

"I'm done now," Rose says and pushes her empty plate away.

"Okay," Emma says as she gets up so she could pick up both of their plates then looks to Heisenberg. "You're more than welcomed to have seconds if you're still hungry, but if not, Is it alright if I take your plate as well?" she offers and asks rather then assumes.

"Go for it," he says in return as he waves off the offer.

Emma takes the plate and silverware and adds that to the stack, which she starts carrying over to the kitchen. Rose hurries out of her seat and follows after Emma so she could tug on her apron.

"Emma, can I have cookies?" Rose asks with excited curiosity.

"Cookies? Are you sure Rosey? I made cake," Emma asks curiously in return.

It only took a few seconds after hearing this and the metal lord laughed as he moved to stand up and starts walking around the table towards the two.

"So this is where he's been stashing the kid? Figures he wouldn't let a bioweapon out of his sight," Heisenberg says, with the beginning hints of annoyance in his tone.

Charlotte frowned as she remained seated. "Karl, we're not after the kid," she reminds in a warning tone.

Stashed? after the ki- oh god they were from the village. "Rose, stay behind me," Emma says as she quickly put down the collection of dishes on the counter while making sure to stay between Heisenberg and Rose as she slowly starts backing up. It wasn't much, but there was a broom in the corner of the kitchen. If she could just get to that she'd have something she could swing at him to fight him off while keeping a distance.

The warning did little to deter him, and he continued walking forward. "What a Fuckin' hypocrite," Heisenberg says, giving a wave of his hand to use his magnetic powers to get the kitchen knife set from their resting place and have them float around him at the ready.

Oh gosh. he was like Rose but better trained this just got more complicated. one wrong move and she was toast.

"Can't work with a bioweapon. Nooo. He's gotta make sure I'm good and dead. Then he turns around and raises one?" He says with clear and open ire. "FUCK THAT!" He loudly announced as one of the knives whiz forward past Emma's face and burrows into the wall behind her as a warning shot.

Emma Flinches but her resolve remains as she stays between the two.

Rose yelps and clings to her caretaker's leg, making it difficult for her to back up any further.

"So, what's the play, huh?" he asks as he stops to stand in front of her, knives still ready to act on his command. "Keep her like a pet whiles she's cute and little, then lead her to slaughter once she's older?" He accused venomously before he looks over to Rose. "You know that's what he does, right? He hunts, and kills, people like us without a second thought."

"NOOO!" Rose howls and the knives drop from the air and clatter against the ground. Heisenberg watched this happen as his anger turned to confusion. "What th-" He started.

The second that the knives were no longer a threat, Emma reached back to grab the cleaning instrument and swung it at the Heisenberg. A resounding Crack could be heard as the long hearty wooden handle broke and splintered upon impact, causing Heisenberg to hit his head as he fell to the ground, which knocked him out.

A tired sigh crosses Charlotte's lips as she put down her fork. "Yeah, he deserved that one. Sorry about him. He gets like that sometimes." she says, as if her husband hadn't just been threatening the two.

Shaking from the situation, the pregnant woman remains still but begins to shout. "CHRIS!" she calls, which causes quickened footsteps to hurry down the stairs.

"Oh dear, here we go." Charlotte says as she moves to get up. "I'll show myself out." she says as Chris hurries back into the room armed and ready.

"What happened, what's going on?" Chris says while looking around for some form of threat as he could hear Rose crying.

"Put that down," Charlotte says, shaking her head. "He's already knocked out."

"What did you do?" he asks while staying in her way. Why the hell did he think this was going to go any other way? did he not learn his lesson well enough from the last time he trusted her and people ended up dead because if it?

"Karl realized the little girl was the one from the village," Charlotte explains with a shrug. "I'd much rather get out of your hair at this point. I should have known better than to bring him with."

"Out," Chris orders as he motions for her to leave. He preferred not to have to shoot anyone in front of rose if he didn't have to.

"Working on it," Charlotte agrees as she holds her hands up to signal that she wasn't hostile. "Just toss him outside if you don't mind, and we'll be on our way." she says with an annoyed tone. what did she have to be annoyed about? "The courts won't be happy if they find out that you hurt him after they said to let him alone after all," Charlotte adds.

Chris scowls at that and walks over to grab the knocked out man by the ankle and drag him out of the house. Sure enough Charlotte walked out on her own as she said she would. "Do not come back," Chris says in a warning tone. "or not even a court order will keep me from taking action."

"Understood," she says as the door was slammed shut and locked.

Chris holsters his weapon before hurrying back over to the kitchen to check on Emma and Rose. Emma was kneeling to hug and cradle the sobbing child and knives were scatters around the floor. Chris' brows furrowed as he noticed the knife embedded into the wall behind where he saw the two standing before.

"Are you alright?" Chris asks as he moves to kneel next to the two as well. to his surprise when rose made eye contact with him, she quickly moved to hide her face and sobbed more. "What happened?" why was she reacting like that?

Emma opened her mouth and closed it again. hesitating to repeat what the man had said to the little girl. "... I think maybe I should take care of this for now... We can talk after I get her to bed okay?" Emma offers with a saddened expression.

'*'*'*'*'

"A PET?!" Chris says clearly upset while pacing around the basement. Rose had finally fallen asleep, and the two made their way to the basement to talk to try and make sure she wouldn't hear them.

Emma forced a neutral expression. "He, yeah." She confirms the accusation that was made.

"That ARGH!" Chris continued to pace around. No wonder she looked so afraid.

"Chris... What if he's right?" Emma hesitantly asks.

"What?" He asks as his anger shifts to upset confusion.

"I mean. what are we doing?" Emma asks in return. "I know we both love her, and we want what's best for her. We're doing everything we can but... Through the BSAA's perspective we're just really nice wardens." She points out while holding the side of her forehead while Chris crosses his arms and forces a neutral expression. "We're about to have a kid. Are we going to keep having her call us by our names like an outsider in her own home while our kid is allowed to call us mom and dad?" Emma asks while voicing the doubts that the conversation brought up. "What if we are treating her like a pet?"

Chris remained silent for a bit before moving to walk over and hold Emma. "We're not treating her like a pet." He affirms quietly while thinking over the point she brought up. "We'll plan a time to talk to her and see what she wants... This was bound to happen sooner or later."

"Yeah," Emma replies as she moves to hold him in return. They were never going to have all the answers for how to handle this, and maybe they' mess up from time to time but, they were trying their best...

"Let's give it a few weeks though, we don't want her to think it's a reaction." Chris adds after and Emma nods.

There was still one other thing that was on her mind. "Chris?" She asks to see if he was paying attention.

"hm?" he hummed in response to let her know he heard.

"He told her that You hunt and kill people like them without a second thought," She repeated, it stung, and the worst part was that jerk wasn't wrong. She couldn't pretend that was a lie.

The statement caused him to pause. "...yeah," he replies though he wasn't sure what he was agreeing with what was said or just acknowledging that it was said... in the end he couldn't take back what she heard, and he couldn't change that it was the truth.

"What are we going to do..." Emma asks as she tried to figure out how to explain that to Rose...

"I don't know," Chris admits as he was struggling to find a solution as well.


Emma is [14] weeks pregnant
tadah~ the return of Heisenberg. er. The Heisenbergs? I donno, but they stopped by for dinner and traumatized Rose. Weeee. Leave it to heise- Karl to completely destroy Rose's ability to trust Chris.

Review response:

Starrat - Glad you enjoyed it ^U^

Guest1995 - lol I hear the angels singing~ it's official, and the family knows =U=/ ufufu