Author's note: Oh my another one! Seriously plot bunnies are breeding in mass and I need to take cover lest they attack me! LOL

Warnings: Reincarnation, OOC, wrong grammar/spelling, researched Chinese in google, let's pretend that HBP never happens except Dumbledore's death and Harry has zero romantic experience, also eventual SLASH..., etc.

Disclaimer: I sure as hell don't own HP and KHR!

"TALKING"

"CHINESE"

'THINKING'

The Cursed Storm's Child

Prologue: The End and the Beginning

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

-T. S. Eliot

"This is it." He whispers as he takes in the completed preparations. A circle of runes, a pint of his blood, some blood willingly given by a thestral and a unicorn and the purest minerals that are ceremony placed in the corners. Harry himself is wearing pure silk robes after purifying himself.

It was a ritual to summon Death to defeat Voldemort once and for all. He found a tome that is all about the oldest rituals in who knows how long ago when he inherited the Peverell's Vault,

it seems that one of the three brother's was his ancestor. With steady steps he enters the runic circle and stops in the center.

He already wrote his will. And a letter is charmed to appear to his precious people when he is done with the ritual. He takes in deep breaths and closes his eyes needing total concentration since a single mistake will ruin the ritual. Opening his brilliantly glowing emerald eyes he starts chanting with his voice powered with magic, his magical core supplying it. A chilling wind blows making the candle lights flicker. The minerals glowing eerily and shadows looming ominously in the room as he nears the end.

"Fiat." (1)* It was then that a dark hulking hooded figure appears out of the shadows, it was Death.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle." Harry finishes with conviction and his emerald pools glowing with powerful determination.

Silence fills the room and Harry worriedly wonders whether he made a mistake or something but then Death holds out his skeletal hands and suddenly Voldemort drifts out of the shadows paralyzed and suspended in the air with a locket, diadem, cup, ring and a snake.

One by one they exploded to dust with a piercing shriek and then a bony finger points at his forehead. Agonizing pain erupts throughout his body and he can't help but scream, it feels as if he was drowning in a pool of blazing hot magma. After screaming himself hoarse for what felt like hours but actually only in seconds the pain finally stops. Panting heavily he shakily stands up to steady himself. Only to see Death hovering in front of him closely.

"Factum est."(2)* A powerful voice echoing throughout the room and Harry closes his eyes in resignation. 'It is time then.'

Emerald pools opens and then he greets Death with a soft smile and went with him gladly, parting his life.

'This must be heaven.' He thought as he takes in his surroundings. It's the most beautiful place he has seen, quite ethereal looking.

With clear azure sky and a field filled with different fruit trees ripe with succulent fruits. Butterflies fluttering around the glowing gorgeous flowers and the grasses are so green. The alluring scent from the flowers is most divine and he can't help but sigh in pleasure.

There's even a stream in the side with such clear waters. But what delighted him the most is the gathering of his departed loved ones in the clearing.

His parents and godfather looking at him with loving and proud smiles. Harry spent his time talking and having fun with them, he even got to know his grandparents.

He was highly satisfied and happy with his time with them but he knows he can't stay there forever. A beautiful white winged figure appears in front of him and is holding out a hand.

He glances at his family who nods with an approving smile. So he grasps his hand to the ethereal being with an excited grin. Quite looking forward for his next adventure.

He was floating and sleeping for what feels like an eternity. It should be unnerving but he feels so at peace and comfortable that he didn't mind. Drifting in and out of his consciousness in minutes only to find himself asleep again. The thumping sounds is his only companion with the occasional soft voices he hears.

With words he doesn't understand but is filled with so much love and affection that he can't help but feel warmth filling in his whole being. Where did they come from? He can't help but wonder since he's sure he's the only one wherever he is with his sole thumping companion.

So it was quite a surprise finding himself slipping out of something and being held in huge arms. He was about to open his eyes to look at wherever he is when the feel of something slimy clinging all over his body distracted him. It feels so disgusting and annoying that it made him scream in bloody murder that only come out as a high pitched wail.

"Get if off me! Get that shite the bloody hell off from me!" He tries to yell out the words that only came out as baby sounding shrieks. And he couldn't open his bloody eyes.

Harry James Potter is not happy thank you very much. Suddenly as if understanding his demands a cloth soaked in warm water wipes the disgusting gunk off of him, instantly quieting him down.

'Finally.' He can finally breathe freely without the slimy thing clogging his nose, thank Merlin. Something soft and warm is wrapped on him and he heard someone speaking but he couldn't understand a single word. Another pair of arms holds him and oddly enough he feels comfortable.

It feels so warm and his screaming from earlier exhausted him a great deal so he was almost into dreamland when a familiar feminine voice spoke softly with love and a finger is gently caressing his face. Suddenly the sound of a door being slammed open jolts him out of his peace. A whimper of frustration releases out of him and he is being rocked gently in a second.

The woman holding him stops rocking him and Harry feels being held in another arms. He wiggles a little to find a comfortable spot, nuzzling his face on a muscular chest. It was so weird that he feels so safe and comfortable in the hold of a stranger. Words laced with adoration on a calm masculine voice stops him from his nuzzling.

And when a gentle finger traces his nose to his arms in an almost reverent manner peaks his curiosity making him open his eyes for the first time in a long while. The harsh light made him wince but he persists and looks up only to see a blurry figure with black hair and dressed in something red. The woman and the man exclaims in pleasant surprise, cooing at him.

Wrinkling his nose Harry clasps on the finger on his arm tightly with wobbly hands. Holding it as tight as he can and blinking when he hears amused laughter from the two, making him smile toothlessly.

A wave of exhaustion caught up to him. Yawning softly, he shut his eyes and goes back to nuzzling the man's warm chest. Drifting to slumber with his hand still clutched tightly on the finger.

Months passed in a blurry haze. And it was then he realized that he reincarnated. He may not be capable of seeing clearly but he was sure of it. Harry just pieced the clues together. The ability to only stay awake an hour most, being unable to control his bowels to his utter embarrassment and not to mention being toothless and a wobbly infant skill to get easily distracted is one as well.

Sleeping took most of his time as well as pooping and eating. It was humiliating in simple words. At least he's bottle fed instead of being breastfed, thank Circe for small mercies.

Waking up one morning with clear vision instead of the usual blurry sight after two and a half months surprises him in delight. Just the idea of no longer needing some dratted glasses made his day.

Now he just have to wait for his father to check up on him and he can now finally see what he looks like. His curiosity highly peaked ever since finding out he reincarnated. He already talked with his parents in that heaven place about this. They wanted him to have a normal happy childhood. Where he has living parents and no madman after him, a relatively peaceful and normal life.

It also kinda helped that his past memories were not so clear anymore, he couldn't recall how his best mates and other's faces. Though oddly enough his memory regarding knowledge towards magic is solidly intact.

Harry is quite looking forward to having a normal life and it's a plus that he already adores his biological father. The man is always gentle and affectionate towards him and having little of those in his past life, made him accept the man wholeheartedly. He looks around the room in his red orange crib. A nicely furnished room wallpapered in different small animals.

There's a baby monitor placed on a desk near him. And a lot of cute animal stuffed toys on the sky blue matted floor. With a little difficulty he manages to turn himself to his side so that he can look at the door. Though the hanging toys especially the red dragon plush proves to be a great distraction. With huge beady blue eyes with curly thick lashes, it looks so ridiculous that he can't help but laugh.

The sound of a door opening made him pause and turn to look. With soft footsteps a black haired man enters and walks towards him with a gentle smile on his face. With pale skin, his long hair braided and a pair of slitted hazel brown eyes. Wearing a long sleeved Chinese garb and some white pants, his gait quite graceful and silent. Definitely asian, he concluded.

Stopping in front of his crib his father looks down at him with a loving smile. "Zǎoshang hǎo Fú."(3)* Tinkling laughter comes out of Harry when he hears the unfamiliar language, seeing his father in this life for the very first time gets him in such a good mood. The hazel eyed man's voice is so calm and soothing and with gentle hands he picks up the laughing baby and cradles him in his arms. "Wèishéme wǒ de bǎobèi zhème gāoxìng?"(4)*

The baby looks up at him with huge eyes in awe. Pudgy hands reaching up to touch his face. The adult letting the baby do as he pleases.

"Zhèyàng nǐ jiù kěyǐ qīngchǔ dì kàn dào, xiànzài."*(5) Something black distracts Harry and with a seeker's reflex, grasps at it quickly, it was the man's braid.

Feeling his hunger and impulse kick in, he puts it on his mouth.

The adult chuckles and with deft fingers gently takes the braid out. "Bùyào chī Fú."(6)*

His fun taken, he frowned up at his father with a pout, prompting another round of amused chuckling.

Remembering his hunger the baby places a thumb in his mouth and sucking at it while huge eyes pleadingly looks up at the man, who instantly know what the look he's receiving means. "Yǒurén èle."(7)*

With that he was carried to the kitchen and in minutes is drinking on a milk bottle contentedly.

One month later. With a red pacifier on his mouth he watches his father perform his daily katas while sitting comfortably in his green stroller. The sun had just peeked at the horizon so it is quite early in the morning. And since Harry woke up much earlier than usual, his father took Harry with him so that he can watch over the baby ,as he do his morning ritual in the wide backyard. It was quite fascinating for Harry watching the man effortlessly do somersaults and some kung fu stuff he once watched on the telly back at the Dursleys.

If he could move like that in his past life, Harry hunting would have been useless. Not to mention dodging spells would be a piece of cake. And it seems that his father here is some kind of martial arts master.

He just hopes he inherited some of that elegance and speed, it would be awesome and helpful. Though there's been something that is bothering him for days now. That something took form of some kind of red flame surrounding the black haired man. It keeps on flickering and at first he wondered whether his father is a pyromaniac or something.

But when he touched it when he was picked up, it was a comfortable warmth and he feels so safe. Yet he can sense that it was tightly controlled, it's strange that the flame for him seems so soothing but the hint of something destructive is there, just waiting to be unleashed. He remembers when one night.

Harry wakes up and can't go back to sleep, his gums swelling and itching like hell. His poor hands stinging and covered in drool when he bites, chew and suck on it. It was too much and he's so irritated from the pain that he wails at the top of his lungs, not noticing how the room shakes in response to his distress. 'He wants his daddy with him and he wants the pain gone now!' His baby instincts taking over.

The sounds of rapidly approaching footsteps quieten him a little, absolutely assured that his daddy is coming. The door slammed open in such a force that made the door hinges snap and then came a roaring call. "FU!"

Momentarily ignoring the pain from his gums the baby stops wailing to see the visage of a murderous look etch on his normally calm father, who's narrowed eyes are darting all across the room as if searching for the danger, he looks aggressively feral. The usually calm flickering red flames roaring out in anger and the heat of the room rising in accordance to his flames. Deeming the room safe when there's no immediate danger except the slightly shaking room, the roaring flames returns to its usual calm flickering and the narrowed eyes soften and seeks out the form of his still crying son.

With unbelievable speed the baby is picked up and cradled on his chest. "Zenmeliao?(8)* The father asks his son, concern evident in his eyes. Harry responded with opening his mouth and biting his poor fingers to lessen the pain, tears and sniffles coming out of him. "Zài tòngkǔ nǐ de zuǐ ?"(9)*

His father mutters and then stares at him mouth for a second then nods in understanding. "Ó, nǐ kāishǐ yáchǐ"(10)* With that said the hazel eyed man opens a drawer and takes out a box then sits down on the floor, placing Harry on his lap. "Děngdài yī fēnzhōng."(11)*

Quickly opening the box containing something like a toothpaste tube. Taking off the cap then squeezing a hefty amount of some gel like substance. The man then gently rubs the gel into the baby's swollen gums carefully. He wipes the tears and the drool off his slowly calming son. Firm and gentle arms rocks the baby and a soft soothing humming lullaby to get his beloved son to sleep.

The cooling sensation of the gel worked wonders and Harry closes his eyes and yawns, his crying exhausted him greatly not noticing how the shaking of his room stops.

And he just want to sleep now that his daddy is with him, the last thing he heard before succumbing to sleep is a kiss on his forehead and his father's loving tone. "Xiànzài shuìjiào de xīnshàngrén."(12)*

His thinking is interrupted when his dad takes off in amazing speed, running through the wall as if there's no gravity and then proceeds to jump and releases a flurry of high kicks. In mid air. It's so cool that the baby can't help but squeal and clap vigorously with tiny hands.

When his hazel eyed father is back on the ground, who quickly notices his son's clapping, he strides towards the baby, stopping in front of the stroller. "Ni xihuan ta ma?"(13)* He asks with a gentle smile.

Harry who's still utterly clueless of the words just happily coos at the man. Not like he can talk anyway.

Two weeks later, after being fed and bathed(how embarrassing!) and dressed in a rather adorable polar bear onesie, with ears, tails and all. He was lying quite contentedly in a soft baby mat surrounded by pillows inside a play pen.

Which he was thankful of since being always on his crib can get tiring, never mind it was comfortable. A change for once in a while is nice.

And now he's waiting for his father to cuddle and play with him.

Minutes passes and he's still not back, so bored out of his mind while he absentmindedly chews his teething ring that he decides to try whether he still has magic. Darting his eyes around the room in search of a target and he catches sight of something shiny. Deciding on it he puts down his teething ring beside him and spats "accio" only to sound as ''akko'' and the thing didn't even move an inch.

Furrowing his brows he tries again but he still can't pronounce it correctly.

A little miffed of his being unable to control his speech as he used to, he thinks for another way to cast spells without incantation. Using wandless magic is impossible since he'd needs words. Well there was the non-verbal casting and rune crafting but non-verbal needed a lot of concentration, control and intent. And runecrafting is impossible for now since he'd need some carving tools and steady hands.

Going with non-verbal he stares heatedly at the target while incanting the spell in his mind. The shiny object only twitches a little and with a few more failed tries makes him pouting sulkily.

Taking in deep breaths to calm himself since he didn't want to start another bout of waterworks, Harry tried another way.

Closing his eyes, he searches for his magical core. Trying minutes later he found it but he notices how small it is and there is something indistinguishable yet was very warm, comforting even. His core used to be way bigger and he almost got into another pity party when he remembers how young his body is. So it would be no surprise his core is still developing.

Extremely relieved to find that he still has a magical core he tries once again. Coaxing some of his magic out of his core is such a trying task but slowly he manages to.

Opening his eyes and locking on his target he spats out 'accio' in his mind combined with tightly controlled magic and a visual to what he wanted to happen. And in a second the shiny target zooms up it's place and floated towards him. Catching it with the ease of a seeker.

A wide smile breaks out his face showing a single tooth to his successful casting of non-verbal magic, which is a great feat indeed. But the magic spent is a huge blow to his reserves seeing as his core's still developing.

Ignoring his exhaustion induced drowsiness he looks at his prize which is actually a beautifully decorated silver hand mirror. With magnificent dragons with long tails encircling the back of the cover.

It's a little heavy but he manages to hold it with slightly shaky hands. This is quite an opportunity since he doesn't know how he looks like in this life. Would he have his father's hazel eyes? Does he still have black hair and is it still as messy as he used to have? He hopes his hair is more manageable in this life.

Looking in the mirror to see his reflection with curiosity only to lock eyes with brilliant emerald orbs. It s the same as his past life's only that it looks much more intense almost glowing and slightly slit almond shaped with thick dark lashes. He most likely got the shape from his father here.

Then he checks his hair to see the same raven black hair only that he has red highlights making his hair looking quite exotic.

Slightly wavy locks much to his relief that its not as messy as before, thank Morgana for that.

Questions pops in his head to where he got the red high lights from though, maybe he got it from his absent mother? A pale chubby face, cute mouth and a pert nose. He definitely looks Asian but yet there's something European in his features. Furrowing his brows when he notices how feminine he looks like and hoping he'd lose that when he grows and rid of his baby fats.

Still he can't help but laugh in amusement when he looks at his reflection. A chubby and probably half Asian baby with tufts of wavy raven black hair highlighted with red locks wearing a rather fluffy polar bear onesie, and a mouth containing only a single tooth. Yep, he's adorable all right.

Though unknown to him while he was busy trying to summon the mirror he didn't notice that his father has arrived and is watching the events with a fond and amused hazel eyes that is tinged with surprise.

One month later. Being five months old made him sigh in relief. Now being able to sit up by himself for a few minutes after mastering rolling over and holding his head up lifted his mood by a great margin. Not to mention he can now understand a little of the language his father uses, thanks to avidly listening to him talking daily. So he has been in high spirits for days now.

Waking up hungry and bored he idly decides to practice levitating his animal plushies.

Choosing the chibified penguin plush as his target, he starts the tedious process of directing his magic on his finger for his focus.

Building it up in the needed amount Harry casts 'wingardium leviosa' at the penguin.

The plush steadily floats up from above him, and a with a swish of his finger it moves along with it. Just for the heck of it he made it fly like a seeker, with sharp turns, dives and the occasional wronski feint, made it a lot fun for him. Seems like being a baby makes anything remotely interesting, fun. The plush pauses at it's spectacular steep dive when the door opens, his father entering.

Greeting him with a gummy smile and a wave through the bars of his crib and proceeds to playing with the floating penguin, making it fly in circles up above his smiling father who indulges him by jumping at it as if trying to catch it, which made the baby let out tinkling peals of laughter. Effectively brightening the morning.

At first he thought of hiding his magic from the man but decides against it. It wouldn't be fair and keeping secrets would just ruin his relationship with his dad and he doesn't want that, he's pretty satisfied and comfortable with the situation.

The hazel eyed adult was taken aback at first but then easily accepts it and takes it in strides, making Harry love him even more and made him so thankful to have a father that's so accepting.

He doesn't like the idea of being exorcised very much.

Come to think of it he's got a surprise for his dad. So with a flick of his finger the floating penguin floated back to it's usual place. And then cooing out to the raven haired adult to get his attention. Not a second later he's in front of him as if apparating only without the loud cracking noise, he's really quick.

Mischievously grinning in his mind he raised his hands up and shouted. "Bàba!" (Daddy!)

Silence pierces throughout the room and the absolutely gobsmacked look of his usually calm father almost made him burst into cackles but he smothers the thought aside and decides to call his dad again.

"Bàba!"

That jolted the man out from his shock. A wide smile spreads in his face and the baby is scooped up in his hands, nuzzling Harry's baby fat cheeks with his lovingly.

"Nǐ ràng wǒ tài gāoxìngle, wǒ wèi nǐ jiāo'ào!"*(14) He says with so much happiness, pride and affection.

Harry doesn't understand much but he understand how happy he got his daddy so he nuzzles back as much as he can and cooing at him.

The emerald eyed baby was treated that day with his favorite food, a mash of sweet potatoes and played with his daddy.

It's a wonderful day indeed for the two.

It was three weeks later when things takes a different turn.

The day was as usual, waking up early, getting picked up by his dad, being fed with a mash of food, this time it's strawberries.

Making the usual mess and getting bathed and dressed in a cute koala onesie, his dad seems to really like dressing him up in such clothes, oh well it's cute and comfortable anyway,so it doesn't bother him as much as it used to.

They were playing peekaboo, which is awesome and fun to his baby mind. When he suddenly stills, staring at the door's direction when he feels the aura of someone unfamiliar. And his father also seems to sense the presence since he's glancing at the door, speculation evident in his eyes.

The baby's picked up and placed inside the playpen with gentle hands, lips kissing his forehead. Wide emerald eyes takes in the straightening form of his father, the look in his eyes is it's usual calm but there's a certain edge on them, his hands hidden in the long sleeves and his gait graceful and powerful at the same time, looking ready to strike at an enemy.

The door closed quietly and Harry can't help getting worried, since he's the got the feeling that something bad would happen.

It felt like hours had passed but is actually only minutes when he waits for his father's return, as the door opens, showing his father. Sighing in relief the baby greets his dad with a happy squeal, completed with enthusiastically waving arms. The man replying by ruffling his head softly, love shining in his warm hazel orbs which always fills Harry with happiness. And then they returned to continuing their game of peekaboo, much to the joy of the baby.

After eating his dinner of pumpkin pie flavored mash, ah the nostalgia of pumpkin juice, and being cleaned up. Then playing which means a game of aiming and throwing a rubber duck, a rather squishy one mind you, at a bunch of other stuffed toys as targets. Sadly his aim's horrendous as the proof of the still untouched toy targets, and his father who's chuckling in amusement at his poor aim and at the pout on his chubby face.

Trying once more, he summons the duck back to him and throws it at the innocent target toys with hardened eyes, only to groan in disappointment when it hit the cabinet instead.

Summoning the rubber duck again he throws it at the floor in frustration, but it bounced on the ground and smacks on his forehead. Due to the shock and the slight stinging sensation on his forehead, not to mention his earlier frustration, tears rapidly falls from his eyes as he cries his heart out. Needing some comforting he calls for his daddy, repeatedly calling out. "Bàba!"

And as fast as the wind he was picked up and cuddled in warm arms. The gentle humming voice effectively calming him down and a gentle finger caressing his forehead.

Feeling the exhaustion creeping in he yawns loudly, drawing attention from the older man. After wiping his tears and kissing his forehead, he's back at his crib, a baby blanket covering him.

Succumbing to the Sandman's call after hearing the love tinge words of, "Měihǎo de yèwǎn hé tiánměi de mèngxiāng de ài."*(15)

Ever since then that rubber duck was never seen again.

The next morning after having his stomach filled, body cleaned, and dressed in a penguin onesie, an old kind looking woman who looked over forty-fifty years old came inside his room while he was chewing on the ear of a stuffed bear. Words were exchanged between his father and the woman, which again he can't understand making him pout sulkily.

So he focuses his attention on gnawing at the poor stuffed toy when he was suddenly held in the arms of his daddy. Loving the attention he nuzzles his face at the warm chest and was rewarded with a kiss on his head. Looking up at his hazel eyed father who stares at him with his usual loving smile, which made him let out a gummy smile in return that prompts chuckles out from the man.

"Fu, Bàba yǐjīng líkāi gōngzuò."*(16) The emerald eyed baby looks up at the man with a tilted head, confusion clear in his eyes. And the slightly sad smile on his father's face made him frown.

"Wǒ hěn kuài jiù huì huílái wǒ de bǎobèi érzi."*(17) Then he was in the arms of the woman. His dad kissed him again this time on his cheek and stares at him with intensity, as if trying to memorize his face. Before turning around towards the door, he opens it and then looks back at him with a wave and a smile.

"Wǒ ài nǐ qīn'ài de." (I love you sweetheart.)

As the door closes he can't help but sense that something ominous is going to happen.

Two months has passed and his father's still not back. Which got him utterly worried and lonely. The older woman's kind and caring but what he wants is his daddy and that made him sulky.

Thoughts of being abandoned pops in his mind but he squashes it with quite an intensity, there is no way his father who took care of him with such love and devotion would abandon him. He must be busy working or something.

He's also careful of not using his magic in front of his current caretaker. She's not family so he's not as inclined to show her his magic, that privilege is only for family and he's sure she's not one.

Currently he's inside his playpen and playing with blocks, trying to spell Hermione's name out of sheer boredom. He'd just done of spelling out 'Tommy Boy' which he quickly topples over with a cackle of satisfaction. So he carries grudges so what?

The baby boy's so focused on spelling 'Hermione Granger loves Ronald Weasley' that he fails to notice the opening of the door and someone entering inside. But the familiar sensation of the calm flickering flames behind him made him quickly turn around in happiness and excitement. 'Daddy is back!' Squealing out in joy.

"Bàba!"

Only to come face to face with a two years old looking toddler who's a perfect chibified version of his father.

'So much for a normal life then.'

TO BE CONTINUED!?

Author's note: So uh, do you like it? What do you think? Your thoughts?

Translations: 1.) Fiat - Let it be done.

2.) Factum est - It is done.

3.) Zǎoshang hǎo Fú- Good morning Fu.

4.) Wèishéme wǒ de bǎobèi zhème gāoxìng?- Why is my baby so happy?

5.) Zhèyàng nǐ jiù kěyǐ qīngchǔ dì kàn dào, xiànzài - So you can see now clearly.

6.) Bùyào chī Fú . - Don't eat that Fu.

7.) Yǒurén èle. - Someone's hungry.

8.) Zenmeliao? - What's wrong?

9.) Zài tòngkǔ nǐ de zuǐ ?- Is your mouth in pain?

10.) Ó, nǐ kāishǐ yáchǐ. - Oh, you're starting to teeth.

11.) Děngdài yī fēnzhōng. - Wait a minute.

12.) Xiànzài shuìjiào de xīnshàngrén.- Sleep now sweetheart.

13.) Ni xihuan ta ma? - Did you like it?

14.) Nǐ ràng wǒ tài gāoxìngle, wǒ wèi nǐ jiāo'ào. - You make me so happy, I'm proud of you.

15.) Měihǎo de yèwǎn hé tiánměi de mèngxiāng de ài- Goodnight and sweet dreams love.

16.) Fu Bàba yǐjīng líkāi gōngzuò. - Fu daddy has to leave for work.

17.) Wǒ hěn kuài jiù huì huílái wǒ de bǎobèi érzi.- I'll be back soon my precious son.

No flames please. So see yah later?