RE Fic: Aunty Claire 4

"You know, if you down anymore of that stuff, you're going to give yourself a tummy ache." Claire warned, though as usual was unable to hide her smile.

Evans had just knocked back what would be his third, large glass of milk. He was kneeling down at the coffee table, his eyes still fixed on the TV as yet another episode for Tales from the Crypt played out.

He didn't even seem to acknowledge his Aunty's statement, instead holding his glass up high above his head. "Can I have another one please, Aunty Claire?"

Claire chuckled slightly, having no real reason to turn down his request. Who knew how much the little boy could handle – He could certainly hold his milk. Claire was more preoccupied with the hope that such a tolerance would be passed onto any form of alcohol.

"Aunty?" Evans looked over his shoulder, pouting slightly as he had many times that day. He just really liked milk, that was all.

"Sorry Sweetie, just a second."

She'd grabbed the large jug off the coffee table, pouring the liquid close to the brim of the young boy's glass before refilling her own. No sooner had it stopped flowing had Evans brought the glass back to his mouth, slurping down the calcium filled goodness.

Claire really wasn't one to judge on this. After all, most small children seemed to like milk. That was natural, one could say. Even though as far as Claire knew, Evans hadn't been… Uh, bottle fed when he was even smaller than what he happened to be now. She had put his milk loving down to such, but this little visit filled her with quite a bit of pride.

It was definitely a Redfield thing.

Herself and her older brother were relatively close to being milk addicts themselves. Most people wouldn't get it – As stated, it was a Redfield thing. The little trooper sitting at the coffee table was without a doubt in the ranks.

Claire eyed her nephew quickly, before looking back to the TV. She was certainly glad that he wouldn't be remembering, or understanding most of the things said throughout the episode. It wasn't one of the worst episodes… Rather, it was one herself and Chris had watched when they were younger, and the show was actually being broadcasted.

"Aunty Claire?"

"Do you need another refill?" Claire asked, glancing over at her nephew. Evans shook his head, wiping some milk from his mouth with the back of his hand.

"No, Aunty."

"Then what is it, Sugar?"

"Uhm. I want a little sister." He stated, waiting for some sort of confirmation from his Aunty, who only managed to raise a brow in response, "I told mummy and daddy that. They said they might try if there get the time. Do you know where you buy babies, Aunty?"

Claire managed to suppress a laugh, biting her bottom lip in some attempt to help. Well, at least it was a better variation of the question?

"Buy?" She asked, snorting somewhat as she asked, "You wanna know where to buy a baby?"

Evans nodded quickly, innocently in response, humming a slight 'yes' and hoping that his Aunt did have a thought to carry on with an answer. She put a hand over her mouth, looking down slightly. Over her giggles, she was back to her cooing.

"So you want to know where the baby store is?" She asked somewhat quietly, not really sure how to continue on with it.

"Uhm..." the young boy thought once again, before shaking his head, "No, I've seen baby stores. But you can't buy the babies in the stores… They have baby clothes and cots and beds and toys but no babies.

"… You are way too adorable for your own good, bubby Redfield." She squealed, confusing the little boy by far more degrees.

"Huh?" He'd tilted his head a fraction, looking as if he was fretting by what she had said. She hadn't actually given him an answer. Claire managed to straighten herself up, clearing her throat and dusting off her shirt to try and settle herself down.

"C'mon Sweetie, if your mum and dad said they were going to get you a baby sister, they'll get you a baby sister, so don't worry. Your dad always keeps his promises." She assured him, making the little boy smile once again. This time she paused for a few moments, surprise taking her for a moment, "Hey, Sweetie, Why do you want a little sister anyway? Wouldn't you rather have a little brother? You know, be all rough and tumble with when he's bigger?"

Evans thought Claire's question over for a moment, before shaking his head with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. "Nope! I want a little sister!"

"How come?" she asked, rather surprised with his answer. She rarely heard any little boys asking for little sisters, especially these days.

He paused once again, raising a finger to his lips and looking to the side as he thought. Claire bit the back of her hand, once more 'Awwing' over the adorable poses her nephew unconsciously pulled.

"Because you're Daddy's little sister, and you're cool." He answered, tilting his head to the side slightly with a grin, "So if I have a little sister, she'll be cool like you!"

"Naww, you're such a little suck-up!" Claire chirped, clasping her hands together. Evans had no idea what that meant, but his Aunty seemed happy enough, so it couldn't have been that bad… Right?

"You're sure I'm gonna get a little sister?" He asked, looking rather worried for a moment, his bottom lip quivering. Claire raised her hand beside her, placing the other over her chest.

"I swear your parents are definitely, definitely working on it." She stated, looking to the side, "Scout's Honour."

Evans smiled once again, nodding and turning back to the TV. He frowned, seeing the credits roll. He looked off the left, able to peek a little bit through the clear window He stared for a few moments, before looking back curiously at Claire once more.

"Aunty Claire, can we go outside?"

"Guess so, Sugar."

"Yay!" the little boy's cheer was genuine, throwing his hands up as he hollered. They soon fell back to his sides as he turned back to the coffee table, grabbing his glass and chugging down what was left of his milk.

Claire cringed slightly, seeing most of it dribble down her nephew's chin, and further onto his shirt. "Honey, stop, stop!"

Evans pulled the glass away for a moment, though there was very little point. It was already empty, having drunk half of it, and the rest of that half sinking into his shirt. "Did I do something Aunty?"

Claire sighed heavily shaking her head and smiling faintly. She got up off her seat, walking behind the boy and tapping him on the shoulders. He looked up at her, with rather bright eyes, before standing up.

"Come on Sweetie, we have to go get you cleaned up before I can take you outside in the sun." She stated with a slight smirk. The little boy quickly frowned upon hearing this.

"Nooo…"

Before he could rebuttal any further, Claire grabbed his wrist, dragging the little boy out of the lounge room and heading for the bathroom. It was probably my most resistance he had put up throughout the entire time he had been there; Heels digging in the carpet and everything.

"Fight all you want Sweetie, the water's still going to there when we get to the bathtub!"

"I hate baths!!"

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A/N;

You know, I can so see Claire acting like a tomboy when she was little. Beating the shit out of Chris since he probably couldn't fight back without being told off XD (Apparently I did that to my sister… Whoops.)

I also have a mental image of Evans trying to pick a little baby out of a pram and being told off by Chris XD