A/N: I appreciated the feedback I got on the first chapter, so I continued to work the second chapter. I wanted to make it as heartwarming as possible, so I put a lot of though into it. You could considered this as a fluff. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater!

Chapter 2

Parenting

"Wuaahh!"

It was 3:30 in the morning. Antheia was awoken by the loud crying that was coming from the nursery. She got up from her bed, and threw off the blankets from her legs.

"Dear Lord Death," she muttered to herself.

She entered the nursery and turned up the light to brighten the room. The young witch saw Crona standing up one his crib. Or her crib? She still couldn't tell whether Crona was a boy or girl. Even his private area was hard to make out. But, it didn't really matter to her. She loved him either way.

"What's the matter my little pumpkin?" she asked as she carried Crona off the crib.

Crona whimpers turn to hiccups when he heard his mother's voice. Antheia rest his head on her shoulder, as she brushed his purple locks with her fingers.

"Are you hungry?" she asked the little 8-month-old. Crona continued to weep as Antheia took him to the kitchen. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."

She placed Crona in the highchair, and went over to the fridge to get a bottle of formula milk. She manage to buy 3 containers of formula yesterday. Despite being only 8 months, he couldn't get enough of a the warm milk. Of course, she couldn't give him too much otherwise he would spit up.

Antheia grab his bottle and put in the hot boiling pot to warm it up, she lowered the temperature to make sure it wasn't too hot. After a few minutes she took the bottle out of the pot with the pincer, and pointed it upside down to her wrist to check how hot the milk was. It was warm enough.

Crona saw the bottle and reached out for it with his little hands. It was so cute the way he would beg for his milk. Antheia giggled at the site.

"Here you go, sweetheart!" Antheia said as she gave Crona the small bottle.

The purple-hair infant grabbed his bottle and started drinking it really fast.

"Careful Crona," Antheia said with concern. "If you drink too much of it, you'll spit it back up!"

Crona continued to drink his milk without listening to his mother's words. He was only a baby, so he still didn't have a sense of awareness.

It's been 8 months since Anthiea took Crona in after being abandoned by Medusa. She still despise her for what she did back in the alley. She mention something about 'wasting experiments on him', but what did she experimented? She feared that Medusa implanted a dangerous substance within the infant. But 8 months have passed, and nothing out of the ordinary has happen with Crona. Hopefully, it's nothing too serious. He's been acting much like a normal child. He cries when he's hungry, does his wee-wees and whoopsies on a daily basis, and he giggles when he's happy.

If she did implanted something within him, then Antheia will have to come up with an antidote. She was still in the middle of whipping up a potion that could prevent others from looking into her soul. It was the only way to shield her witch identity from humans. Once she was finish, she'll start working on an antidote for Crona.

She look back at Crona who was finished his bottle. The pink-haired woman lifted her little bundle of joy, and patted his back until he let out a burp.

"Boy, you were hungry weren't you?" she said playfully as Crona giggled.

Being a parent was a big responsibility, but she loved taking care of Crona. For the first time in her life, she found someone who will see her for who she really is. And she didn't have to be alone anymore, now that she had this child to accompany her.

Though she had no idea how this parenting thing works, but she manage to buy a parenting guide book that taught her the basics of mothering a child. She wanted to become the best mother to Crona. He deserves a good mother. Not like his unfit mother Medusa. Just imagine what could've happened if he was still in her care.

Judging by her actions, Medusa would've mistreated the poor child. She obviously doesn't love him. How could you bring a child into this world and treat it like it's nothing. That wretched snake witch should never have children. If you're not gonna take care of a child, then don't be having babies! It's as simple as that!

Why couldn't she use a rat or a pig to test her experiments on, instead of a innocent baby who done nothing to deserve it. Crona would have gone through the same abuse she went through long ago. She knew how it felt like to be mistreated by your own blood. Her parents never cared for her either.

Maybe that was what brought her and Crona together. Faith between two individuals who were never treated with respect by their birth parents. It made Antheia wonder if she was meant to be Crona's mother, even if they didn't share the same blood. Of course blood isn't what creates a family, it's love.

Antheia truly loved Crona with all her heart. She's do anything for this child. She'd even throw her life out for him, that's how much he meant to her.

The young witch decided to take Crona to her bedroom. She figured he'd didn't wanna sleep in the dark all by himself. She's still hadn't got him a nightlight yet. The poor baby might have a fear for darkness when he's gets older. Of course, she was to blame. Antheia was starting to feel remorseful now.

"Do you want to sleep with mama tonight?" Antheia asked the small purple-haired infant.

Crona just giggled while waving his little arms. She took that as a 'yes'.

Antheia placed Crona on the Queen size bed as she sat down next him.

"Crona," Antheia spoke her to baby. "Can you say 'mama'?"

Crona tilted his head in confusion, he still didn't know how to pronounce words yet. Antheia tried to get him to say 'mama' the past 8 months, but no luck came. He was still mumbling gibberish as always.

"Still not much of a talker are you?" the nature witch said in disbelief.

Antheia pulled the covers over her and Crona. The two them were snuggled close together, as she pulled her child closer to her chest. They say that physical contact between a mother and a child, is what makes them the bond grew stronger as the child grows. The warmth of his body, felt like bliss to her. Being a mother was the best thing that ever happen to her. What did she do to deserve such a beautiful gift? If it was really faith that brought them together, then she was truly grateful.

Antheia turn off the light in her room, and hold Crona in her arms.

"Goodnight Crona." she said before shutting eyes.

But before she could fall asleep, she heard sometime that was never heard before.

"Mama…"

Are you puking rainbows yet? I know I am. Also, I think my heart just melted.

Let me know what you think about tender scene.