Ike sighed as he made his way out of the mansion. He'd had enough of Master Hand's lectures, and it slightly annoyed him that Link and Marth managed to get out of them, using a certain red-headed boy as an excuse.

He loved the garden at sunset. It was peaceful, especially today since all the brawlers were inside to escape the cold bite of a coming winter.

It had been nearly a month. A month since everything had happened, since he'd saved Skyworld, since he'd said his goodbyes to Pit.

Things had changed around the mansion. Where the maze once was, Princess peach had turned into a flower haven, reconstructing the fountain which only a few of them ever saw. Even Marth had slightly become overly protective of everyone, whisperers dubbing him Queen Martha.

He still remembered the wish Pit had made for him, the wish which caused him to come out into the garden to visit their special place, the tree formed from an apple. But he was beginning to think that maybe the tree itself was the wish, because every starry night he spent with it, it reminded him of his days with Pit.

But now, as he crossed the large expanse of grass, Ike noticed with a shock which nearly gave him a heart attack, that the tree was gone.

He ran to the exact spot where it had once stood, happily swinging in the breeze, but not a single trace even hinted that there had once been something there.

He frantically looked around. Not even a leaf remained.

With a broken gasp he fell to his knees. He didn't understand, how could something which was so dear to both he and Pit, simply disappear?

A small feather floated down in front of his vision, a small aqua feather which caused his eyes to shoot up.

He met the soft eyes of a woman, which took him a moment longer to guess who it was, with help from her long, green hair.

"And with this, Pit's final wish is fulfilled." She said softly.

Ike only noticed the small bundle she was holding as she held it out to him. Without thinking he took it in his arms and she was gone.

Ike stared at where she had just been for a few stunned minutes, but a sudden cry broke his concentration.

With wide eyes he looked down at his arms. Tucked within a blanket of gold and white, a small, blue haired baby rested, crying its eyes out as it squirmed and wriggled within his grasp.

Ike nearly dropped the child, but he tightened his grip and sat back on the grass, instantly attempting to soothe the child.

Its cries slowly began to cease, wide blue eyes opening as the baby sniffled and hiccupped. Ike caught his breath as he stared down into the endless cerulean blue, the same cerulean eyes Pit had.

The baby stared back before slowly lifting chubby little arms, opening and closing its hands at Ike.

Ike didn't understand the grabby-hand motion and realized it too late as the baby grabbed hold of a few locks of his hair and began to tug, not hard, but enough to cause Ike to flinch.

"W-why would Palutena send me a baby?" Ike wondered, asking thin air as he pried the small hands from his hair only to have them latch onto his fingers.

"And with this, Pit's final wish is fulfilled."

Ike kept replaying what she'd said as he stared down at the child. Then it struck him.

"…Something I can love as much as Pit…Something we both couldn't have…" He unraveled, staring down at the child with new light.

"One last thing Ike. You gotta come up with a nice name for him, got it?"

He was dumbstruck.

The baby began to whine and babble at Ike's lack of response and pouted before sticking one of Ike's fingers in its mouth. Ike jumped at the motion, trying to pull his finger back.

The baby babbled again before wriggling, crying out words Ike didn't understand, but the strange sensation of something else wiggling in his palm got the point across to the mercenary.

He quickly unclasped the red jewel trying the cloth together and watched as the baby kicked and wriggled it off. With delicate hands, Ike placed the baby on the ground, amongst the white and gold heap.

Small little flapping sounds erupted from within the blanket as the baby whined loudly, trying to roll off of its back, Ike assisting it in sitting up.

He'd never seen such fluffy little wings before in his life. It was as if a blue chicken had attached itself onto the baby's back and then been washed with fabric softener.

The child began flapping its wings frantically at the loss of attention, bobbing up and down as it began the grabby hand motion again.

"What do you want?" Ike asked, confused as the baby began yelling at him. With a sigh he scooped the baby up into the cloth again, standing as he watched the boy erupt into squeals of joy.

Ike smiled softly. He didn't expect Pit to send down a baby to keep him company, let alone one which looked like the angel'd smeared his and Ike's photo's together to get this as a result. He chuckled and poked the cherubs' nose, marveling as the small bundle wriggled it and squealed in confusion.

"I guess Pit left me the task of naming you, huh?" He sighed, tucking the cloth around the child as he started back to the mansion. "I wonder what would suit you though. Marth would be thrilled if it was something cute…"

Ike paused mid step, a genius idea, in his opinion, striking him.

He stared down at the baby, who in return stared back, a big smile on its face as it babbled childishly.

"Pike," Ike breathed, hugging the boy closer and kissing its nose lovingly, "I'll name you Pike."

The baby laughed and clapped and Ike laughed along with it. He couldn't deny Pit's choice of names, and Pike…well, it fit the baby perfectly as even the mirror image of him and his lover was stuck to the boy.

He'd accept full responsibility for the child, he'd let Marth spoil Pike now and again but he'd keep always make sure the prince didn't do anything weird. He would teach Pike how to fight, fly and everything in between.

He'd show him photo's of Pit and tell him stories every day. Ike wasn't afraid of raising a child, not anymore, and even if his child was an angel, he knew he couldn't go too wrong while bringing him up, after all- he had Zelda and Peach there too.

As he merrily made his way inside to the warm atmosphere he'd receive upon the revealing of his son, he forgot one small detail.

The brawl Mansion was nothing like in his thoughts, and Marth, Peach and Zelda were no pushovers when it came to smothering small, adorable fluffy things

-especially small, adorable, fluffy babies.