(A/N: If you haven't read the original story, read THAT ONE before you read this one.)

It had been over a year since Mulan, Pocahontas and Merida payed each other a visit. During that time, they wrote frequently. Then it got to where writing wasn't enough. The threesome needed to see each other. Mulan loved being a stay-at-home mom; Pocahontas loved being a new mom and helping her tribe every chance she got; and Merida loved helping with her baby twin sisters; But they knew deep down if they didn't see each other soon, they were going to go crazy. Pocahontas asked if her dad, Chief Powhatan, one day if Mulan and Merida could visit their homeland. Yes, she was an adult, but she still respected her dad more than anything in the whole flippin' world. Chief Powhatan gladly gave her his blessing.

"They will be treated like any other tribe member." he said. "What if they want to stay in the cottages?" Pocahontas asked skeptically. "That is perfectly fine with me as well." Chief Powhatan answered. Pocahontas looked at a totting Mace trying to trying to walk on his own. "Who does Mace remind you of?" she asked. "He reminds me of your mother." Chief Powhatan answered. Pocahontas was slightly shocked.

"The second he was born, I knew instantly you had passed down such a loving gift. He will soon be a male version of her." Chief Powhatan continued. Pocahontas couldn't believe what her dad just said. *Will Mace really become a male version of mother?* she thought. "Are you alright, my daughter?" Chief Powhatan asked. Pocahontas snapped out of her thoughts. "Oh yes. I'm fine. John might be coming back any minute." she lied. Ironically, John was there in a second!

"WHOA! Let's not take a tumble!" he casually said as he scooped up Mace. John Smith was absolutely CRAZY about his child! Even though he wasn't good at some of the work like the diaper changing, he still devoted his life to that little boy. "John, it seems like every time I see you, you always have Mace in your arms!" Pocahontas jokingly remarked. "What can I say? I love this little boy." John said proudly. "But, I still say he looks like his lovely mother." he continued being straight-forward. Pocahontas blushed.

Later that night, she and John were laying in bed thinking about Mulan and Merida. "My father said it would be nice to have them over." she said. "I say go for it. We haven't seen 'em in ages." John replied. Pocahontas was all up for it, but she couldn't get her dad's quote off her mind. "Do you think Mace will be a reincarnation of my mother one day?" she asked. "You father doesn't lie." John answered. "I guess fate will decide." Pocahontas stated.

"Don't get that all in a rush. It takes time to develop." John advised. "I guess you're right." Pocahontas replied. "Let's get some rest." John suggested as he yawned. "I guess I'll write the letters tomorrow." Pocahontas said quietly. She soon felt like she was saying that to herself because when she looked at John, he was already out like a light. She smiled. She then fell asleep listening to his soft snores.