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~Month later~

It was late, nearly eleven. Brielle had already fallen asleep and was curled up in her bed.

Jill and Chris though, were still awake. Jill was sitting in a warm bubblebath that Chris had drawn for her. He, meanwhile, was getting ready for bed. He was over the sink, shaving away his five o'clock shadow.

"Chris, we have to talk," Jill stated.

"What about?" He asked as he dragged the razor carefully down the side of his face.

"Brielle. You've been avoiding her," She told him knowingly. She hadn't been able to be around both of them for more than five minutes.

He frowned. "What makes you think that?"

"Well," she started, "Whenever she comes in a room, you're sure not to be there. I haven't heard you talk to her other than to tell her that it was time for dinner." She sighed. "Brielle is my daughter, Hun. Which, in turn, makes her your step-daughter. Act like she is."

He sighed and wiped the last few traces of shaving cream from his cheeks. He took a seat on the stool besides the tub. She reached out a gentle hand and placed it on his knee. He didn't mind the water off her hand as it dripped down his shins. "I'm sorry, Jill. Just..."

"Just... what?" Her voice was gentle as it washed over him.

"Just, I look at her and I see you. But I don't just see you, I see him. I see him in her silence, and in the way she does things. It reminds me of him!" He paused, holding her hand to the side of his face. "You know how hard it is to know that my wife has a child with my enemy?" he whispered, pressing a kiss to her hand.

"I'm sorry you feel that way..." She pulled his hand over and held it to the side of her face. "But think of her as an individual person. Not as Wesker and I. Okay?"

"I, I'll try."

"Good. Now hand me a towel, and look away."

"I've seen you naked before," he grinned. Indeed he had.

"Yeah, and see where that got us?" she joked, gesturing at her stomach as she stood. Her stomach had grown quite a bit in the past month. She looked as though she were five or six months along already. When she put a hand on her stomach, she could feel the baby kick. She had alot of hope for this child to survive.

She ushered Chris out of the room and got dressed. Her pajama pants and usual tanktop no longer fit, so she slipped into one of Chris' bigger shirts instead. She peaked in at Brielle's sleeping form before walking back into her own room.

She slipped into bed and felt Chris lay down behind her, draping one arm around her waist pulling her close to him so her back was up against his chest. She cuddled into it and began to think.

Brielle would have to go to school soon. She started in a week actually. They had been able to find her a school with high ratings, though it was expspensive. But that prooved not to be a problem because almost a month earlier, Jill had found that Wesker had left Brielle a substantial amount of money to use towards her education and future.

It was surprising to realize how helpful Wesker could be at times.

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"Hello?" A voice on the other end of the line answered.

"Hey, Rebecca? It's Jill."

"Oh! Hey, Jill! What's up?" The younger woman replied. "You haven't visited or called in forever!"

"Sorry, been a bit busy. Anyway, I've got someone you need to meet. Any chance we can come over later today?" Jill asked the medic.

Rebecca didn't need to think about it at all. "Of course! Jill's been waiting for your visit."

"How is she?" The older Jill laughed.

"Great! She's nearly out of Pre-school." Rebecca spoke of her daughter Jill, the one she had given birth to while the older Jill had been thought dead. Rebecca, being the faithful, sister-like friend she was, had named her daughter after her friend. She thought it was one of the few things that would honor her friend's memory.

"I can't wait to see her again! We'll be over soon."

"Kay. Can't wait to see you." She hung up.

"Hey, Lele! Grab your jacket! I want you to meet your aunt!" Jill called out as she slipped her cellphone into her pocket.

"Okay!" She heard her daughter call back. Brielle came into the room moments later, slipping on her thin coat.

"Anything you wanna grab?" Jill asked. "We'll be there for a while. But she has a xbox too that you can use."

"I can't think of anything."

"Then let's go."

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A half an hour later, they arrived infront of Rebecca's house. It was a quaint house that Rebecca and her husband, Billy had bought after they had gotten married.

"Let's go," Jill said cheerfully. She hadn't seen her friend in awhile and was excited with the newest addition to her family.

Brielle nodded and climbed out of the car. Jill went to follow her, but as she stepped out of the jeep, she grunted and clutched her stomach.

"Mom? Is something wrong?" Brielle said, half frantic. She had been told about the miscarriage and even wore one of her mother's necklaces (a heart that had the sillohette of a baby in it, curled like one from an ultra sound) in memory of her unborn brother. She even knew that had the child been born, his name would've been Caleb. She liked that name.

Jill paused and clenched her teeth. "I'm fine. I think the little tyke is having a soccer tournament or something..." Brielle breathed a sigh of relief. "Now, stop worrying. C'mon."

Brielle nodded and followed her mother up the steps. The door almost immiediatly opened.

"Jill!" Rebecca squealed as she hugged her friend. "You're stomachs gotten so big! I thought you were only at three months? And who's this?"

The older woman laughed. "Slow down, Becca! I realize that my stomach is huge, and I am at only three months. And this is Brielle. I'll tell you more on her once we can sit down and talk."

"C'mon in!" The younger mother opened her mouth to continue as they stepped into the house. She was cut off as a child's voice yelled, "Aunt Jill!"

The little girl ran up to them and hugged Jill's legs. It was Jill Evan Coen, Rebecca and Billy's daughter. She was often called Lil, short for of Lil' Jill. "Whoa!" She gasped. "You're belly is so big!"

"Yup!" The adult Jill smiled, "There's a baby in here."

"Really? You ate a baby?" Lil exclaimed.

"No, silly! The stork is gonna help me so it's on the outside. Then I can keep it!" Jill laughed. "You wanna feel the baby kick?"

"Yes, please!"

Jill sat down and pulled the little girl onto her lap. She pulled her shirt up a little and took Lil's hand. She held it to a spot on her belly. "Can I feel too, Mom?" Brielle asked.

A nod and Brielle put her hand besides Lil's. The younger of the girls was staring at Jill's stomach with a serious face. A moment later both girl's faces lit up. "I felt something!" The younger one cried.

Brielle smiled. "Cool," was all she said.

"Hey, Lele, would you be okay playing with Lil for awhile? Her nap time is soon," the pregnant woman asked. "So you wouldn't have to play very long."

"Sure." Brielle took Lil's hand and asked in a playful voice. "Wanna go play?"

Rebecca looked at the two and smiled "Now," she began, "What's been up with you? If I'm not mistaken, she called you mom." She stood and pulled a cup out of the cupboard and poured some clear liquid into it. She handed to Jill. "Mineral water."

"Thanks. Bec', look at her. What or who do you see?" Jill asked, taking a sip of her water.

"Well, honestly? You. She looks alot like you. She has almost the same hair and basically the same face. But if I told you who else I see in her, you might smack me." Rebecca bit her lip and gave a sheepish smile.

"Go on. I promise that I won't smack you for it."

"You sure? Well, she looks remarkably like... Wesker..." The ex-medic braced herself for a hit. Nothing happened. She looked at Jill. The other woman nonchalantly took a sip of her drink again. "Jill?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell me... He's her dad?"

The lockpick nodded. "He's her dad."

"And you're her mom?"

"Yup." Another sip of mineral water.

"You have SO much explaining to do."

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~Month later~

It was late, nearly eleven. Brielle had already fallen asleep and was curled up in her bed.

Jill and Chris though, were still awake. Jill was sitting in a warm bubblebath that Chris had drawn for her. He, meanwhile, was getting ready for bed. He was over the sink, shaving away his five o'clock shadow.

"Chris, we have to talk," Jill stated.

"What about?" He asked as he dragged the razor carefully down the side of his face.

"Brielle. You've been avoiding her," She told him knowingly. She hadn't been able to be around both of them for more than five minutes.

He frowned. "What makes you think that?"

"Well," she started, "Whenever she comes in a room, you're sure not to be there. I haven't heard you talk to her other than to tell her that it was time for dinner." She sighed. "Brielle is my daughter, Hun. Which, in turn, makes her your step-daughter. Act like she is."

He sighed and wiped the last few traces of shaving cream from his cheeks. He took a seat on the stool besides the tub. She reached out a gentle hand and placed it on his knee. He didn't mind the water off her hand as it dripped down his shins. "I'm sorry, Jill. Just..."

"Just... what?" Her voice was gentle as it washed over him.

"Just, I look at her and I see you. But I don't just see you, I see him. I see him in her silence, and in the way she does things. It reminds me of him!" He paused, holding her hand to the side of his face. "You know how hard it is to know that my wife has a child with my enemy?" he whispered, pressing a kiss to her hand.

"I'm sorry you feel that way..." She pulled his hand over and held it to the side of her face. "But think of her as an individual person. Not as Wesker and I. Okay?"

"I, I'll try."

"Good. Now hand me a towel, and look away."

"I've seen you naked before," he grinned. Indeed he had.

"Yeah, and see where that got us?" she joked, gesturing at her stomach as she stood. Her stomach had grown quite a bit in the past month. She looked as though she were five or six months along already. When she put a hand on her stomach, she could feel the baby kick. She had alot of hope for this child to survive.

She ushered Chris out of the room and got dressed. Her pajama pants and usual tanktop no longer fit, so she slipped into one of Chris' bigger shirts instead. She peaked in at Brielle's sleeping form before walking back into her own room.

She slipped into bed and felt Chris lay down behind her, draping one arm around her waist pulling her close to him so her back was up against his chest. She cuddled into it and began to think.

Brielle would have to go to school soon. She started in a week actually. They had been able to find her a school with high ratings, though it was expspensive. But that prooved not to be a problem because almost a month earlier, Jill had found that Wesker had left Brielle a substantial amount of money to use towards her education and future.

It was surprising to realize how helpful Wesker could be at times.

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"Hello?" A voice on the other end of the line answered.

"Hey, Rebecca? It's Jill."

"Oh! Hey, Jill! What's up?" The younger woman replied. "You haven't visited or called in forever!"

"Sorry, been a bit busy. Anyway, I've got someone you need to meet. Any chance we can come over later today?" Jill asked the medic.

Rebecca didn't need to think about it at all. "Of course! Jill's been waiting for your visit."

"How is she?" The older Jill laughed.

"Great! She's nearly out of Pre-school." Rebecca spoke of her daughter Jill, the one she had given birth to while the older Jill had been thought dead. Rebecca, being the faithful, sister-like friend she was, had named her daughter after her friend. She thought it was one of the few things that would honor her friend's memory.

"I can't wait to see her again! We'll be over soon."

"Kay. Can't wait to see you." She hung up.

"Hey, Lele! Grab your jacket! I want you to meet your aunt!" Jill called out as she slipped her cellphone into her pocket.

"Okay!" She heard her daughter call back. Brielle came into the room moments later, slipping on her thin coat.

"Anything you wanna grab?" Jill asked. "We'll be there for a while. But she has a xbox too that you can use."

"I can't think of anything."

"Then let's go."

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A half an hour later, they arrived infront of Rebecca's house. It was a quaint house that Rebecca and her husband, Billy had bought after they had gotten married.

"Let's go," Jill said cheerfully. She hadn't seen her friend in awhile and was excited with the newest addition to her family.

Brielle nodded and climbed out of the car. Jill went to follow her, but as she stepped out of the jeep, she grunted and clutched her stomach.

"Mom? Is something wrong?" Brielle said, half frantic. She had been told about the miscarriage and even wore one of her mother's necklaces (a heart that had the sillohette of a baby in it, curled like one from an ultra sound) in memory of her unborn brother. She even knew that had the child been born, his name would've been Caleb. She liked that name.

Jill paused and clenched her teeth. "I'm fine. I think the little tyke is having a soccer tournament or something..." Brielle breathed a sigh of relief. "Now, stop worrying. C'mon."

Brielle nodded and followed her mother up the steps. The door almost immiediatly opened.

"Jill!" Rebecca squealed as she hugged her friend. "You're stomachs gotten so big! I thought you were only at three months? And who's this?"

The older woman laughed. "Slow down, Becca! I realize that my stomach is huge, and I am at only three months. And this is Brielle. I'll tell you more on her once we can sit down and talk."

"C'mon in!" The younger mother opened her mouth to continue as they stepped into the house. She was cut off as a child's voice yelled, "Aunt Jill!"

The little girl ran up to them and hugged Jill's legs. It was Jill Evan Coen, Rebecca and Billy's daughter. She was often called Lil, short for of Lil' Jill. "Whoa!" She gasped. "You're belly is so big!"

"Yup!" The adult Jill smiled, "There's a baby in here."

"Really? You ate a baby?" Lil exclaimed.

"No, silly! The stork is gonna help me so it's on the outside. Then I can keep it!" Jill laughed. "You wanna feel the baby kick?"

"Yes, please!"

Jill sat down and pulled the little girl onto her lap. She pulled her shirt up a little and took Lil's hand. She held it to a spot on her belly. "Can I feel too, Mom?" Brielle asked.

A nod and Brielle put her hand besides Lil's. The younger of the girls was staring at Jill's stomach with a serious face. A moment later both girl's faces lit up. "I felt something!" The younger one cried.

Brielle smiled. "Cool," was all she said.

"Hey, Lele, would you be okay playing with Lil for awhile? Her nap time is soon," the pregnant woman asked. "So you wouldn't have to play very long."

"Sure." Brielle took Lil's hand and asked in a playful voice. "Wanna go play?"

Rebecca looked at the two and smiled "Now," she began, "What's been up with you? If I'm not mistaken, she called you mom." She stood and pulled a cup out of the cupboard and poured some clear liquid into it. She handed to Jill. "Mineral water."

"Thanks. Bec', look at her. What or who do you see?" Jill asked, taking a sip of her water.

"Well, honestly? You. She looks alot like you. She has almost the same hair and basically the same face. But if I told you who else I see in her, you might smack me." Rebecca bit her lip and gave a sheepish smile.

"Go on. I promise that I won't smack you for it."

"You sure? Well, she looks remarkably like... Wesker..." The ex-medic braced herself for a hit. Nothing happened. She looked at Jill. The other woman nonchalantly took a sip of her drink again. "Jill?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell me... He's her dad?"

The lockpick nodded. "He's her dad."

"And you're her mom?"

"Yup." Another sip of mineral water.

"You have SO much explaining to do."