Moira held the infant close to her, smiling down at her pinched face. A tiny hand was clutching to her finger, an equally tiny tail wrapped around her wrist. "Hello my love. Welcome to our world."

Time had been kind to her family. They'd settled into the new home quickly and it was wonderful to have enough space for them all. Finally the children had their own rooms, which meant she and her husband had their own room and space. It was wonderful to be able to have privacy with Azazel for the first time in what felt like far too long. The family felt perfect, everything had been settling and the job was going well as well. A spanner had to be thrown into the works, in the form of the tiny girl she now held in her arms. They'd not planned for another child yet, especially with Moira's job, but all the newfound privacy led to plenty of opportunity which led to a surprise pregnancy.

She could hear a commotion outside, surely her husband wrangling the children to come and meet their new sibling. The door opened and Christine bounded in first, her hair in lopsided pig tails. Clearly Azazel's talents fell short of doing hair. "Mommy!" the near three year old pulled against her father's hand, where he held her tightly.

"Calm, printsessa," he told her.

Kurt followed right behind, moving cautiously to the bed side. Azazel lifted Christine up so she could see. Moira moved the blanket the baby was swaddled in aside so the others could see her.

"She's so tiny," Kurt mused, and Moira was reminded of when he met Christine nearly three years ago.

"Kurt, Christine," Moira addressed her children. "This is Cynthia. Your new sister."

"Cyntia," Christine repeated.

"Cynthia," Kurt told his sister. "Her name's Cynthia." He moved closer to get a better look at the baby. "She's pink."

She was, in fact, an inhuman pigment. Her skin seemed to fair closer to her father's color, though paler. Less red, more pink, a magenta almost. Unlike her sister, she was adorned with a head of black hair, though had inherited her mother's brown eyes. Moira watched as her blonde haired, blue eyed daughter moved close to her brand new little girl and found herself musing over genetics. How two people could produce such different children.

Azazel had sat beside her, wrapping one arm around her, his other around Christine in his lap. She smiled at him and both her girls in their laps, then frowned at the missing person. Kurt was at the end of the bed, staring at them oddly.

"Come sit with us, angel," she called to him, shifting slightly to make room.

"No," he said, looking away. "Gonna go play."

She watched after him as he left, her worry growing. He'd been so excited for so long about the new baby, what had changed? Cynthia interrupted her with a small cry, and Moira shifted her to feed. She turned herself back to face Azazel, but his attention was completely on the girls. "Alek, Kurt," she started.

"He is ok," Azazel told her. "Will talk to him later." His hand laid gently on Cynthia's head, a smile on his face as he watched her feed. "Like your sister, printsessa?" he turned to Christine.

The girl nodded, cuddling close to her father. "Baby."

~&Q~

It had taken a few days to grow accustomed to the new baby in the house, but finally they were able to gain a schedule that allowed for Moira to have a moment with their son. She sat in his playroom, Azazel watching the girls in another room, to be sure they'd have some time. "Hey angel."

"Hey Mom," he replied, looking down at his toys.

"What're you playing with?" she asked him.

"Lego," he told her.

"Ahh, I see. You're building a new house?"

Kurt nodded.

She didn't want to beat around the bush, so decided to just go into it. "What do you think of your new sister?"

"She's ok," he said.

"You have a very important role, you know," she told him. "You're the big brother to two little sisters. That's very important. They're going to need your help to protect them."

"I will," he replied. "Cynthia's cute. She kinda looks like Dad."

"She does," Moira said.

"And Christine looks like you," he continued.

"Yes," Moira agreed.

"And," he paused, taking in a breath. "Mom, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, my love, anything," she shifted to the ground, wincing a bit in pain from the recent birth.

"Why am I the only blue one?" he sighed.

Moira felt side blinded by the question. It was something that was bound to come up eventually, something they should have prepared for, but part of her never wanted to have this conversation. In her heart, Kurt was her son thoroughly and she hated to think of where he came from. At the same time, he deserved to know the truth. Though, she still wasn't sure exactly how to approach it.

"Well, love, we're all made different. It makes us special," she attempted to skirt around the issue.

"Oh," he responded. She watched his seven year old brain try to wrap around the concept. "If I had a brother, would he be blue?"

"I don't know," Moira answered.

"I wanted to have a brother," he told her, continuing with his toys. Moira was relieved by the change in subject.

"I know you did, angel," she moved over to him and placed a kiss on his head. "But you have two wonderful sisters. That's very special."

"I guess," he responded. Moira was about to continue when she heard a cry from the other room. It was feeding time for Cynthia. "We'll talk more about this later, ok angel?"

"Ok," he replied. Moira smiled sadly at him and left the room.

~&Q~

"Moya zvyozdochka," Azazel held Cynthia close to him, moving to sit in the bed with Moira. The other two had been put down, and now it was their time to spend with their youngest, who they hoped would go to sleep as well as her siblings. "She is so beautiful."

Moira smiled as she gazed on the infant. "She is. She takes after you so much."

"Is beautiful like her mother," Azazel responded. "Only have color from me. Her beauty from you."

She laid her head on his shoulder, watching Cynthia's tired eyes dart between them. "She's getting to know us. Hello my beauty." The baby let out a little yawn and then snuggled into her father. "We make good babies, Alek."

"We do," he smiled at the infant. "Good girls. No boys yet."

"We have Kurt," she told him.

"Yes, but is different," he started. Moira picked her head up to face him.

"We have to talk about something," she began. Azazel's eyebrow raised. "Kurt's begun asking questions."

"Questions?"

"About him. Why he's the only blue one," she told him. "I don't think he's putting it all together yet, but we need to find a way to talk to him about it."

"About what?" Azazel countered.

"Where he came from," she responded. "Who his real mother is."

"You are his real mother."

"Alek," Moira started. "I didn't give birth to him. He deserves to know the truth."

"Nyet," Azazel shook his head. "We tell him nothing. Never want him to know about her. You raise him, love him, his whole life. You are his only mother. We never talk about her."

"Alek," she began.

"Nyet!" he was growing angry, and the infant in his arms began to whimper. "We never speak of this again. Never. If you tell him-" Azazel fixed her eye with an angry glare.

She shuddered slightly under his look. She'd never been on the receiving end of this glare, but it was terrifying. Cynthia had now begun to cry and Moira moved to retrieve her from his arms. He held her close, not letting her go and keeping his eye fixed on her. "Alek, give her to me."

After a moment, he relented and Moira took the baby. Cynthia calmed in her arms. Azazel stood and stalked to the other side of the room. "Am going out. Be home soon." And disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

~&Q~

And we're back! I had mentioned I was working on a sequel, and I am enough into it that I feel confident posting. I'm not sure if this will be updated with the frequency of the last one. Currently I am on vacation, but I will be joining a ship again in May so we'll see.

Anyhow, reviews are love!