Hey, guys! This is Big Diesel. The Atypical Author is my new pseudonym whenever I am writing realistic fiction and stories that I take seriously. So, don't be alarmed. Nothing has been plagiarized or anything. If you want proof, check my profile. Thanks.

Jaune nearly spilled his coffee as he approached the semicircular driveway of the daycare. It was an easily missed daycare if one wasn't looking for it. However, if one was part of the elite, then this would be the establishment to enroll their children. Jaune approached a vehicle in front of him. He shifted his gear into park. He was a few minutes early anyway. He tried to be for he wanted his daughter to see his face the moment she walked with her teacher.

A leftover bagel he got from his business meeting would have to do until he took his daughter out for dinner. His boss was grateful enough to leave him a tab on his name. With a firm hand, his boss considered it to be a generous donation. He didn't take offense. Jacques Schnee has been taking sensitivity classes and working on reestablishing his relationship with his family. An off-handed compliment, but it was a start, according to Jaune.

Honestly, he had to thank the Schnee family for enrolling his daughter into the preschool for the gifted. The private establishment had the skills and the abilities to train young elites, even those were born with plastic spoons in their mouths like his daughter, Joey. He was a single father working under the hand of Jacques Schnee. A difficult task and a difficult man he was, but nevertheless, Jaune was learning the tricks and the trade of being a businessman-to-be. Opting out of pursing a career of being a huntsman after his father died, the blonde became a patriarch for the family, supporting his mother, his sisters, and his then wife Pyrrha.

Jaune bit his tongue whenever the word Pyrrha entered into his consciousness. He took steady breaths. Breaths that he grew accustomed to whenever he thought or people thought of Pyrrha. To think it was yesterday when he proposed to the woman of his dreams in the corridor of their former Beacon Academy. And then a few months after giving birth to Joey, she died from a mysterious illness. The doctors weren't sure and there was nothing they could do to save her. Her final moments were their home, holding hands, shedding tears. She wanted her daughter and her husband by her side, hand-in-hand until she took her final breath.

It was a private funeral, sponsored by the Schnee family. She was cremated and her ashes were put into a plot by their tree where they shared their first kiss at prom.

Jaune heard a tap at the window. He displayed a smile as he saw Weiss Schnee standing in front of it. He lowered the window. With a smile, she said, "Afternoon, Vomit Boy."

He placed a palm to his forehead. "Seven years and you are still won't keep it down."

"Nope," she said while grinning. "Free to talk for a second?"

He unlocked the car doors, allowing the former Ice Queen to enter his vehicle. The moment she came in, she embraced her childhood. She furrowed her eyes. "Still can't keep crumbs off of you, can you? To think Joey is showing a better example than you."

"Well, sorry, Mom," he said playfully. "If I wanted a full-time mother, then I would have enlisted your services."

"Hey," she interjected. "Let's be grateful that you can handle your own. Let alone raising a daughter." She put her hands to her heart. "Good to know she has her Aunt Weiss here to take care of her."

"Ha, ha, ha," he said sarcastically as he rolled up his window. He was quite surprised to see her at the daycare. Weiss was going into her second trimester with twins. It didn't take her and Neptune any time to copulate and have children. This was going to be her fourth child. He let out a smile. She blushed. "What," she spat, reverting to her former past. "Have something to say, Vomit Boy?"

"Nope. Just knowing that you have such a glow on you. Not only that, Neptune is a lucky man to have such a beauty."

She blushed, caressing his face. "Oh, Jaune, that is so sweet of you. You know that isn't going to get you a raise with my Dad." She gave him a light tap to the face. He shrugged his shoulders. "Hell, it was worth a shot. But seriously, why are you doing out here? Normally, your maid picks them up."

"Well, I have decided to be a mother and wanted to see me for a change," she said with earnesty in her voice. "Nurturing a child is very important you know. Great for child development."

"What textbook or convoluted video you looked at," asked Jaune teasingly while flicking her on her nose. "No reason besides that."

"Nope," she said in a sing-song. "However, I do have a favor...for you." she responded as she flicked him in the nose. "You see, I have this friend from Remnant…"

"Pause," said Jaune. He folded his arms. "I've told you, Weiss. I am not in the mood for dating."

"C'mon, Jaune," she told him. "It has been three years. At some point, you must feel lonely."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh, don't worry. Your dear old father is making sure to never feel alone as his gofer."

"Hey," she said interjectionally. "You are his Personal Assistant! Russel is his gofer. And please, believe me, you don't want that role. But hey, I am grateful for you that you are making him come around more with the family." She pecked him on the cheek. "So, thanks."

"You're welcome...and no, I won't take this date," said Jaune. "I have Joey and she is much of a handful than anything."

Weiss took a breath. "Forgive me, Jaune, for this. The Toilet Thinker."

Jaune gasped when hearing those words coming from her lips. "What do you know about that?"

The Toilet Thinker was a prized statue that Jacques Schnee purchased from an art exhibit in the United States. A one-of-a-kind authentic statue and only one has been produced in the world. Jacques had the statue located in his office. That day, Jaune was praticing his swing for the upcoming golf tournament he was going to do with Jacques' wife, Willow, due to the fact that he couldn't make to the game, so he allowed Jaune to stand in his place. It was there when he made a wrong turn and broke the head of the statue. Panicked, he resorted to super glue and paint to hide his mess.

Weiss crossed her legs, smiling of the accomplishment of her discovery. "Now, Jauney, dear. You know I love you and the things you do for us, but you know you will be licking Dad's loafers for a year if he finds out."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "So, Friday at eight, then?"

She patted his cheek. "Make it Saturday at ten in the morning. She prefers brunch. I will send you details." She bowed to the stunned Jaune before closing the door. It wasn't long until the bell rang to conclude the day.

A small army of students burst into energy as they see their parents and guardians picking them up. Jaune scanned the area to see if he can find his daughter. When hearing the piercing cry, his heart melted when knowing that was his daughter.

Jaune saw his daughter holding her teacher's hand. Tears were staining her flushed cheeks. She was a sensitive type. She always has been since her mother passed. He often wondered where did she get that from. Yet again, he was a bit of a coward growing up. Her teacher and Jaune's former classmate and friend, Blake Belladonna, told him that it was a phase and she would get over it.

The school year was coming to a close and she still hasn't calmed down.

Jaune saw Blake picked her his daughter as she approached the car. Instead, Jaune stepped out of the car and approached the couple.

"I'm sorry, Jaune," said Blake. "Joey is upset because I wouldn't give her an extended nap time. Two-thirty is two-thirty."

He rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Don't worry about it, Blake. Joey is still a work in progress." He eyed his daughter as she was sniffling. "Now, little JoJo. My little Kickapoo. Is this how we do things in our family?"

She shook her head in disagreement. "No, Pop-Pop."

"Does that make me happy when seeing your pretty face crying like that?"

"No, sir."

Jaune extended his hand and grabbed his daughter. The small, female miniature version of himself buried her face into his chest. She cooed as she welcomed the embrace of her father. "Oh, my Oum, she is definitely Daddy's Little Girl, aren't you?"

"Hmm hmm, Pop-Pop," she mumbled on his chest.

He kissed her forehead. "Oh, sweetness." He turned to Blake. "Thank you for being patient with her. She still has a lot of room to grow."

The brunette Faunus smiled. "No trouble, Jaune. Kinda reminds me of you in school."

He displayed a small frown. "Let's be grateful I am in front of the kid or else I would say a strong word." He kissed his daughter on the forehead. "Shall we go, my little Kickapoo?"

Her eyes widened like saucers. "Let's go, let's go, go, go." Jaune lifted her in the air like a rocket ship, making spaceship noises before putting her into the career. "Put on your seatbelt, dear. You can play with my phone, but my games only. Okay?"

"Okay," she said as she reached into the console to retrieve her headphones.

"You're so sweet, Jaune," said Blake as she looked to her teaching assistant to watch the remainder of her children. "To think that men like you exist."

Jaune spread his smile. "What can I say?" He flexed his muscles. "These pythons aren't for just working out. It involves lifting precious cargo, storytime before bed, and running to catch her when you say 'bath time.'"

Blake giggled. "Well, a handful you have, my friend."

"Yeah. Aside from that, how have you been?"

"Great, can't complain," she said. "Even if I did, who would listen?"

"I would," he said. "And of course, Adam."

She rubbed her arms. Jaune knew when she did that, that wasn't good news. "Yeah, we kinda broke up."

"Bummer," said Jaune. "But, hey, being single is where it's at anyway." He titled his head down. "It's too bad that Weiss doesn't get the picture."

She smiled. "Another date?"

"Like yeah," he chagrined. "Where does she meet these girls? Like setting me up with that girl from high school. She was in team SSSN. Or setting me up with Velvet from team CFVY. Look, the fact that she remembers our groups like SSSN, CFVY, RWBY, or JNPR. Let me tell you a team I am part of, Blake. And that is the damn IRS. And we meet every first and last of the year."

Blake laughed at his banter. She tapped him on the shoulder. "Oh, Jauney. Was Velvet that bad?"

"She wasn't bad. She was a bit weird in my taste."

"The art show?"

"The art show."

Blake shivered at the thought. She couldn't forget when Velvet invited her to come to one of her live art shows.

"Daddy, I am hungry." Blake and Jaune turned around to see Joey looking at them. Even they can hear her stomach growling.

"I guess Little Miss Joey is ready to take her exit," said Blake. "It was good talking to you as always."

"Same to you, Blake," said Jaune. "Have a great weekend okay?"

"Same," said Blake.

Jaune jumped into the car as he prepared to put the car into drive. As he turned the keys, Joey looked at him. "You know, Daddy. Ms. Belladonna likes you."

He raised her eyebrows. "Where did you get that from?"

"I saw her write in her notebook when she thought no one was looking."

He rubbed his little Kickapoo's hair. "Oh, sweetness. You have such a crazy, active imagination."

"I think she will be a great Mommy for me. I like her."

He paused. His eyes directed on a hanging necklace on the mirror. It was an image of him, his daughter, and Pyrrha. It was at Pyrrha's last competition. Jaune didn't say anything further. He checked both ways before putting his car into traffic.

To be continued….