Author's Note: Eep! I haven't written much fanfiction before this so you'll have to bare with me as I progress through the story. ^^;

I didn't have any beta-readers for this so this is coming straight off the press! ...So to speak. I'm looking for people that would maybe help me along in my fanfiction journey (a clever excuse for the fact I'd like to chat with other Klema fans so I won't feel so weird squealing over the pairing) so if you're interested just PM me. C:

Now, for the story itself.
It was inspired by a combination of two requests on the PW Kink meme.
First one:
I want to see Klavier as a dad. C:

Give me fluff, anon!

and then
Klavier/Ema. Ice cream.

...yeah that's about it.

Well, the first chapter there's no Ema action but I assure you that's what chapter.02 is about. Cx Anyhow... I'm sure there are some Ema-pregnant-with-Klavier's-child fics out there but I haven't found any. And pregnancy isn't really a brand! new! original! idea so I think it's ok that I'm writing a fic about it? OTL

Look forward to fluff, angst, dramatic scenes, and random game references! I think this fic will end up being about 12 chapters long.

Everything will be explained as the story progresses, but I'll give the basic time line.
Ema and Klavier had been dating for a year and a half. Evelyn was conceived in late August. Klavier was 26 and Ema was 27 at the time. Evelyn is born in early June. She's now four-years-old which makes Klavier 31 and Ema 32.
I hope I don't write TOO out of character. I imagine Klavier growing up and being more responsible at 31 anyways.

Hmm... I think that's it. *hides* I hope you enjoy the story. Critique/comments are appreciated!

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Ice Cream
Chapter.01


“We’ll have… a cake cone with one scoop of rainbow sherbert and a sugar cone, two scoops of chocolate.”

“Will that be all?”

“Ja!”

Klavier Gavin shifted his weight as well as the four-year old girl he was holding in his arms. He chuckled at the bright exclamation his daughter had just yelled.

“You’re really taking after your father, aren’t you?”

“Ja!” She piped up again. “After all my… vader… is from Germany, right?”

“I think you mean vater, Evelyn.” Klavier gave a hearty laugh and his daughter giggled along with him.

The man preparing their ice cream held out the two cones, clearly getting impatient. “Sir?"

“Ja, ja, just a second.” Klavier set Evelyn down. She immediately grabbed him around the waist and peered towards the man holding the ice cream. Klavier fumbled around his pockets and put a ten down onto the counter. He took the ice cream and the handed it to Evelyn. “Here you go, now go find a table for us to sit at.” As Evelyn was scurrying off he called after her “And no eating my ice cream! I know your tricks!”

The man gave Klavier the change.

“Kids,” Klavier said absentmindedly, “aren’t they amazing?”

“I wouldn’t know, man. Now could you go? You’re holding up the other customers.”

Klavier put the change into the tip jar on the counter. “May your days be cheery, Herr Grumpy!” The man blinked and watched with confusion and annoyance as the German prosecutor walked away.


“Hi, daddy,” Evelyn chimed as Klavier sat down next to her. “Your… ice cream was dripping so I had to eat some of it. Sorry!”

“Mhm. I’m sure. You’re just like your mother, you know that?”

Evelyn grinned and licked at her rainbow sherbert.

“Down to the ice cream flavors she likes. I’m assuming she still likes rainbow sherbert?”

“Yep! Though we don’t go out for ice cream as much as I do when I’m with you.” Evelyn paused for a moment, shrugged, then took a big bite of her cold dessert. Her blue eyes grew very big and she was silent for only a few seconds before she screamed “BRAIN FREEZE!”

Her father was laughing as she pressed her face into his purple coat. It didn’t take too long to pass.

“You have to eat the ice cream slowly, Evelyn! It’s essentially the first rule of eating ice cream!”

“You didn’t tell me that!”

“Yes I did. I tell it to you every year when we come here.”

Evelyn fell silent for a bit. She turned to look at the shop they were just in. ‘Pete’s Ice Cream Parlor’. She and her dad would go there frequently during the summer. It was the only time they could, after all. Evelyn only stayed in America for a few months before she would fly back to France and live with her mother, Ema Skye.

Evelyn looked just as much like her mother as she did her father. She had an adorable round face with pale, soft skin. Her eyes were big and blue - ice, like her father’s. She had light brown hair that fell to a bit past her shoulders. Bangs hung in her eyes like the classic Gavin look, while she had strips of hair that hung in front of either ear.

Klavier Gavin smiled contentedly. He rested a large hand on her shoulder as they just sat outside, enjoying the summer air.
“Tell me, Evelyn. How is… la vie de… fransez treating you?”

She looked at her father for a second, mulling his words over. “Oh! You mean la vie de française ?”

“I don’t know French,” Klavier grinned.

“I don’t know that much either but since I live there I gotta learn it. I know how to count to ten! Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six… uhm… sept… huit, neuf, dix!”

“Wunderbar! I’m so proud of you,” Klavier said, giving his daughter a slight hug.

“Thanks. But I want to learn German as well. I can’t though.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Mommy won’t let me. She gets mad at me when I say ‘nein’ or ‘ja’.” Evelyn took the last bite of her ice cream then got up to throw away her napkin. “She says it’s because we live in France and we speak French there, but I don’t think so.”

“I think you’re right,” he muttered. Klavier could feel his heart twist a little. He hated the fact that Ema hated him. It seemed she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, even down to the German words he spoke. He stared at the ground and let silence fall between them for a moment. Klavier wondered if Ema was… happy… with her life in France. Happier than she would be if she had stayed with him, that is.

“Uh… Evelyn, is there any other… daddy in your life?”

She blinked. “Erm… No boys! It’s only mommy and I.”

He gave a sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that, then. Now come back here, I want to give you a hug.” Evelyn ran back towards Klavier and he picked her up. She giggled and he kissed her on the forehead. “I hear,” he said with a proud tone in his voice, “that you’re four-years-old now! Is this really true? Is my baby girl growing up so quickly?”

“Yep! Four years and six days!”

“It’s always a pity I miss your birthday. But we can celebrate here anyways, ja?” Evelyn nodded fervently. Her birthday was June 7th but she would always arrive in America around a week later. “What would you like? I have to get you a present.”

She titled her head. “Hm… I’m not sure.”

“A pony?”

“No, daddy, that’s stupid.”

“A dashing prince?”

“Daddy, you’re embarrassing!”

“You wound me,” Klavier gave a dramatic sigh then kissed his daughters cheek. “How about a nice stuffed animal?”

“Yeah! I forgot to bring RBC to America but I didn’t want to ask you for a new plushie…”

“R… BC?”

“Red blood cell, daddy. Mommy gave him to me.”

Klavier laughed. Just like Ema to do such a thing. “Well, there’s a shop right next door to here if you want to go?”

“Of course!”


The bell chimed as Klavier pushed the store’s front door open.

“Hello! How may I help you?”

“My daughter wants to buy a plushie.”

“Of course. We’ve got a wonderful new stock of blue badger plushi… A-are you Klavier Gavin?”

Klavier had been leaning over a cute display of plushies when he heard his name. “Ja? That’s me.”

“I’m a big fan of yours. I just love your music!”

“Thanks,” he grinned at her. He didn’t see fan girls that often anymore but he was still used to talking to them.

“I-I didn’t know you had a daughter!”

“Really? Hm. It was in the tabloids for a little while. ‘Klavier Gavin - Rockstar, Prosecutor, now Father’, end quote.” He rolled his eyes. It had been an overwhelming time when Spark Brushel and Lotta Hart seemed to team up on him and cover the whole story on the birth of Evelyn. As if he hadn’t had enough on his hands, what, with a very tired girlfriend and a crying baby. The cashier picked up on the negative look Klavier seemed to have on tabloids.

“I don’t read the tabloids,” the girl flicked her hair. “I try not to be too obsessive.” She blinked her eyes up at Klavier, hoping for him to like that sort of trait, but he wasn’t looking back.

“Evelyn, what do you think of this plushie?” Klavier handed his daughter a large Blue Badger.

“I love it! Can I have it? Daddy? Daddy, pleeeaase?” Evelyn was bouncing up and down in her excitement.

“Of course. Anything for my sweetheart!” He patted the top of her head then handed the plushie to the cashier.

“I love you so much, Papa,” Evelyn squealed, hugging her dad’s waist like she did in the ice cream parlor. Klavier felt like his heart was going to pop with the love and happiness he felt next to his daughter.

“I love you too, mein liebling,” Klavier said sweetly. The cashier handed the plushie back to Klavier along with his change.

“Have a nice day, sir!”

“And you too, fräulein.” He gave her a small wave, Evelyn followed suit, and the two walked out of the store.


In order to get to Klavier’s car (when Ema had become pregnant Klavier switched from riding his precious hog all the time to a safer mode of transportation) they would have to pass the ice cream parlor again.

“Hey Daddy?”

“What’s up?” Klavier gave Evelyn’s hand a squeeze.

“Why do we always go to Pete’s?”

“It’s a very special place.”

“Why?”

“Well… if it weren’t for Pete’s, you wouldn’t be around!”

Evelyn was quiet, waiting for her father to elaborate.

“Let’s just say that it’s where everything started.”

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End Note: ^^ I don't know why but imagining Evelyn clinging to Klavier is very cute in my mind. I might draw a picture of Evelyn later on (though knowing me I'll probably just extensively edit the picture of baby Trucy x3 ...I'm lazy.)
So... I hope everyone enjoyed it. Make sure to comment!~ :3