It is I Jjah-Jjah! Sorry about this chapter taking so long. I just got
back to school and I have to write papers a lot. Guess what? This weekend
I get to take home one of those computerized baby things that's supposed to
teach me how time-consuming having a baby is. Oh joy. And guess what
also? My birthday is in a few days! Life is sweet.
Anyway, I would like to acknowledge all my splendiferous reviewers.
A girl and her muses: Thank you, but no. The world will all be mine! Muahahahaha!
roguehobbit: Thank ya, you're so nice! Your picture sounds cool. I try to draw, but I'm not good at it.
Qwel: Toad was made to be bashed. I actually think he's kind of funny, but there's just something about him that screams, "Abuse me!" I don't know.
Fellow deamon: Sigmund has suffocated from lack of air, due to the varnish. You're too late.
Taineyah: Halleluiah! Show the lady what she's won! You're the first person to touch this point! Who is Jillian? Is she real or not? All I can say right now is that Wanda believes Jillian is just a figment of her imagination, nothing more. I'll probably put the answer to this question at the very end of chapter six. We'll see. :-D
And now! The Disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I am the disclaimer! It's my job to tell you that JJ owns very little, and among her possessions, there are no mutants. But she does have a dog.
Anyhoo.. Onward!
***
***Chapter Four: Smorgasbord
Wanda stormed down the streets of Bayville like a red hurricane. She smirked and looked down at Pietro's wallet in her hand. That had felt good. After beating the crap out of Pietro for no apparent reason, she mugged him, and then proceeded to blow up the house. But after she thought about it, she decided that blowing up the whole house would be a bad idea, because she didn't have any other place to live, so she settled for just blowing up the TV room. And Pietro's room. Oh well.
Wanda knocked down a trashcan as she passed it and then rounded a corner, her coat billowing behind her. She was still angry. That dream. Or hallucination, whatever! There was more to it! She could have learned more if her pitiful excuse for a brother hadn't woken her up!
Charles Xavier had visited her. He was the leader of the X-men. Why had he of all people visited her? How had he found out about her? Had father told him? Had he tried to recruit her to join the X-men, or something? If he had, did she refuse? Did Xavier abandon her there as well for it?
Wanda stopped in her tracks and held her hands to her aching head. Too many questions! Her head pounded. Everything was so screwed up! Her mind, her memories, her life! She barely even knew who she was anymore! Was she the less excitable, clueless, more tolerant Wanda that she was now, or was she the scarred, angry, lonely, vengeful Wanda from her dreams? Which one was real? Which one did she want to be, anyway?
"Excuse me miss, would you like to be seated now?"
Wanda, startled from her reverie, looked over to see a waitress looking at her expectantly. She realized she had stopped in front of a little outdoor café, in what appeared to be the line. She started to say no, but then realized that despite her headache, she was hungry. And to top it off, she had Pietro's wallet. She smiled and said,
"Yes, please. Non-smoking."
***
Wanda settled back into the black sun-warmed metal chair and looked at the menu. The red and white-checkered awning of the café fluttered slightly in the breeze. After a few minutes of deciding, she ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, and a coke. While she waited for the waitress to bring her drink, she took a peek into her brother's wallet.
"Holy shit!" She hissed.
The thing was stuffed with crisp, new, hundreds. Father apparently didn't let his favorite starve. She suddenly realized that whenever she was low on cash, all she had to do was mug Pietro again. The simplicity of life brought a tear to the eye at times. There were also several credit cards. Wanda grinned evilly. A moment later, she tucked the wallet into her back pocket and then began tracing the tablecloth's pattern with a single black nail.
***
"Just remember Wanda, your abilities are a gift. However, they are a very dangerous gift and you need to learn to control them. In order to control them, you must let go of your anger. You need to let go of your hatred for your father."
The mere mention of the cursed name made the walls of the visitation rooms crack.
Xavier looked disappointed.
"I see we aren't going to make anymore progress today, child. I'll be back next week for our next session."
The wheel chair whirred faintly as it drew the man out of the room. The door closed and the sound echoed across the barren room. Wanda sat in a wooden chair, trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey in her straight jacket. The door opened again and she tilted her head around slowly to see who it was.
The hospital workers. Again. She grimaced at their uniforms through her hair. If she ever got out of this dump, she vowed never to wear white as long as she lived.
They approached Wanda with caution. She was not being aggressive at the moment, but the mere look in her eleven-year-old eyes caused chills to go down the spine of anyone who saw it. They attached her to the poles that kept her at arms length. They didn't take chances anymore. She was the most dangerous patient in the hospital.
*C'est la vie.* Jillian murmured absently.
Wanda snorted. The hospital workers dumped her into her cell. This cell was a new one. After she had blown up the old one, this one had been made especially for her. It was in the middle of the room, instead of down a hall; that way she could be under tighter security. It was somewhat smaller, but the roof was higher. There was no door. Whenever they wanted to take her out, they just took the cell apart. She got her food through a little trapdoor designed for the purpose. There was also the window.. The peephole the doctors would look through whenever they wanted to.
"That was absolutely pointless." Wanda hissed as she sat down against the padded wall.
*At least you and Bob got some quality time together!*
"Bob is just a straight jacket, Jillian. Get over it!"
*Sorry, Crabby. Didn't know it irked you so. Irk. Isn't that a great word? I just learned it. There's just something about it. Irk, irk, irk, irk, irk, irk, irk, irk, irk, irk! *
"Shut up!!!! You're being annoying!"
*That's what irk means! Annoy! You're so smart Wanda.*
"I try. What'd you think about what Professor Xavier had to say this time?"
*I think he's trying to use reverse psychology on you. Oldest trick in the book. It's on all the soap operas.*
"You don't even know what reverse psychology is."
*So? Neither do you.*
Wanda growled. "But seriously, what did you think? I don't really see how something that's a gift can get me holed up in this dump. Everyone I've ever known has considered me a freak of nature. I've even been a freak among freaks. I'm considered a monster even to other mutants." Mutants. That was what Professor Xavier had called people like her. "And as for 'letting go of my anger'. I can't do that. It's all I have left, but. I don't know! I do need to learn to control my power better. But letting go of my anger? Haven't you noticed how he looks when he says that?! The tone in his voice?! He disapproves. He's disappointed. It's like I'm just making a big deal out of some little stupid thing! That I don't really have any reason to be angry!"
The room shook and the metal walls beneath the padding resonated from the aura of Wanda's anger alone.
*I kinda agree with him and I kinda don't.*
Wanda calmed, awaiting her inner voice's explanation.
*It is kind of a gift, but it's a dark gift. Yeah, you are considered a freak and you're locked up in an asylum, but look at what you can do. You aren't powerless. You have the ability to fight back and win against anything life throws at you. But as to the anger part. I don't really think he understands. Which is weird, since he's supposed to be some kind of powerful mind reader person thing. He wants to help, but he doesn't empathize your point of view very well. He doesn't know what it feels like to be abandoned here by your own family and have everyone treat you like your sick or a wacko. You've been through hell.*
*You have a right to be angry. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise.*
***
There was a scream and a flash of color and then silence.
Wanda blinked and shook her head to clear it. She looked around, her heart pounding.
She had not been asleep.
For the first time, she was actually scared. She was afraid that these 'dreams' were starting to get out of hand. Why was she having them? Why was she suddenly having them while she was wide-awake?! Everyone around her was going about his or her daily lives as if nothing was happening. They were thinking of themselves and their families and jobs. They never once thought of the girl who was struggling for her sanity in their midst.
Wanda clutched her head and bolted from the restaurant, her hunger completely forgotten. Her head was pounding now. It didn't particularly hurt, but there was pain. It was a mixture of throbbing, tingling, agonizing, and stretching sensations. It was as if her mind were expanding, trying to keep her brain from collapsing in on itself.
She rounded a corner. She was coming into a less populated portion of town. She sank down with her back against a building's brick wall; half expecting it to feel like it was padded. A man came out of a building and walked on the sidewalk towards her. He shot her a nasty, disapproving look, as if her dark witchy attire made her less worthy to walk under the sun than he. Wanda stared back, giving her patented Satan's Spawn glare with half the amount of effort she usually did.
***
*What do you think is the meaning of life?*
"The meaning of what? What are you rambling on about now?"
*The meaning of life. It's supposed to be one of the most important questions in the world because nobody knows the answer.*
"Are questions that nobody knows the answer to considered more important than other questions?"
*I guess.. People pay more attention to answerless questions at least.*
"I guess the meaning of life is to. . . Do what you want to do most."
*Fulfill your dreams you mean?*
"I guess so."
*So, what to you want to do most? Get revenge or get out of here?*
"Which one?"
***
Wanda jumped up, startling the man as he walked past. The man was still walking past. These visions didn't take anymore than a few seconds. She continued walking, not really caring where she would end up. After several minutes, she stopped. And was surprised to find herself standing on one of the cliffs overlooking Xavier's Institute For The Gifted.
The wind blew the tails of her coat slowly around her body, pushing them up till they looked like wings. The wind was warm and comforting, like anger. For a moment, Wanda considered going down to the mansion and asking for help, but the idea left as soon as it came. They would think she was crazy. They would think she was dangerous and keep her there 'for her own safety and the safety of others'. She had heard it too many times before. That place would only become another asylum. She turned her back on the building and left, never to return. . .
***
*The word, I think, is pink.* Jillian offered.
Wanda looked dubiously at the rectangular object wrapped in paper, sitting in front of her. She poked it, and retreated back into a corner to observe the object's reaction.
It just sat there. Glittery and pink and rectangular.
"What is it?" Wanda questioned.
*It's a box.*
"I can see it's a box, but what it that stuff all over it?"
Jillian seemed to peer at the box for a moment before answering.
*I think it's wrapping paper.*
Ah yes, wrapping paper. Wanda remembered wrapping paper. It was colorful patterned paper that you put around presents. But this was not wrapping paper. . . It was something evil.
"But look at it, I mean it's.-" She trailed off.
*Pink?*
"Damn right! Look at it! Nothing, anywhere, at anytime, should ever be that shade of color! I mean look at it! It's gross!"
*No arguments here.*
"Why is it here?"
*I dunno. . . Hey, look at the window thingy.*
Wanda looked, and sure enough, white-coated doctors, with white artificial light glinting off their glasses were observing her and writing down her reactions. White and pink. Lord, she'd never, ever, wear those colors.
*They're probably doing some kind of psychoanalysis thingy.* Jillian mused. *I'd say your best bet is to shove the box up your shirt, throw yourself at them, and drool all over the glass.*
Wanda said nothing.
*But they'd probably consider that normal. Oh well, moving on.*
"I wonder what's inside it?"
*You're an intelligent thirteen-year-old. Open the damn box!*
Wanda did just that, half expecting the sheer pinkness of the paper to burn her fingers as she did so. The object inside tumbled out of the box and bounced off the padded floor.
Wanda looked at it. . . And her eye twitched. And she swore she could almost feel Jillian doing the same. It was a Barbie doll. In a fluffy, pink, glittery dress. Wanda picked it up and looked at it.
*Let 'em have it, Wanda.* Jillian stated without inflection.
Wanda concurred. This was really sad. She had hated Barbie dolls all of her life. They finally let her have a toy after six frikken years, and it's a Barbie doll. A pink Barbie doll.
Wanda stood up and calmly walked over to the observation window with the doll in hand. Then while the doctors looked on, she brought the doll up to her face.
And ripped off it's head with her teeth.
Wanda then proceeded to assault the doll with a fury unmatched by any doll assaulter that had ever lived before her, while Jillian cheered her on and the doctors watched in horror. Finally, the doctor's left, thoroughly convinced that the Maximoff girl was completely insane.
*I love it, I love it, I love it!* Jillian guffawed. *This is better than cable!*
***
Wanda staggered and continued walking. She smiled in spite of her self. It actually was kind of funny. The looks on those doctor's faces was priceless. Once you got used to spontaneously zoning out and having weird visions, it wasn't that bad.
She rubbed the goose egg on top of her head as her stomach growled. Ah yes. Sustenance. Feeling the bulge of her brother's wallet in her pocket she grinned and hi-tailed it to the nearest restaurant, hoping she could get her food and get out quickly before another vision began.
Wanda climbed back up onto the roof of the building she had been sitting on when she had had her second dream. It was a nice place. The sun warmed the roof even after it was dark. Nobody ever went there. Wanda had made up her mind that she was going to sit there eating her lunch, until she finished having all her visions. As long as it took.
She leaned back, the heat soaking through her body and making her sweat. She held up a hand and looked at the sun through her fingers. She would find out everything. . .
***
Here I am! Press the button and I'll let you hold my baby! Or change its diaper. Whichever you prefer. Thank you for reading this chapter! I Love You All!
Anyway, I would like to acknowledge all my splendiferous reviewers.
A girl and her muses: Thank you, but no. The world will all be mine! Muahahahaha!
roguehobbit: Thank ya, you're so nice! Your picture sounds cool. I try to draw, but I'm not good at it.
Qwel: Toad was made to be bashed. I actually think he's kind of funny, but there's just something about him that screams, "Abuse me!" I don't know.
Fellow deamon: Sigmund has suffocated from lack of air, due to the varnish. You're too late.
Taineyah: Halleluiah! Show the lady what she's won! You're the first person to touch this point! Who is Jillian? Is she real or not? All I can say right now is that Wanda believes Jillian is just a figment of her imagination, nothing more. I'll probably put the answer to this question at the very end of chapter six. We'll see. :-D
And now! The Disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I am the disclaimer! It's my job to tell you that JJ owns very little, and among her possessions, there are no mutants. But she does have a dog.
Anyhoo.. Onward!
***
***Chapter Four: Smorgasbord
Wanda stormed down the streets of Bayville like a red hurricane. She smirked and looked down at Pietro's wallet in her hand. That had felt good. After beating the crap out of Pietro for no apparent reason, she mugged him, and then proceeded to blow up the house. But after she thought about it, she decided that blowing up the whole house would be a bad idea, because she didn't have any other place to live, so she settled for just blowing up the TV room. And Pietro's room. Oh well.
Wanda knocked down a trashcan as she passed it and then rounded a corner, her coat billowing behind her. She was still angry. That dream. Or hallucination, whatever! There was more to it! She could have learned more if her pitiful excuse for a brother hadn't woken her up!
Charles Xavier had visited her. He was the leader of the X-men. Why had he of all people visited her? How had he found out about her? Had father told him? Had he tried to recruit her to join the X-men, or something? If he had, did she refuse? Did Xavier abandon her there as well for it?
Wanda stopped in her tracks and held her hands to her aching head. Too many questions! Her head pounded. Everything was so screwed up! Her mind, her memories, her life! She barely even knew who she was anymore! Was she the less excitable, clueless, more tolerant Wanda that she was now, or was she the scarred, angry, lonely, vengeful Wanda from her dreams? Which one was real? Which one did she want to be, anyway?
"Excuse me miss, would you like to be seated now?"
Wanda, startled from her reverie, looked over to see a waitress looking at her expectantly. She realized she had stopped in front of a little outdoor café, in what appeared to be the line. She started to say no, but then realized that despite her headache, she was hungry. And to top it off, she had Pietro's wallet. She smiled and said,
"Yes, please. Non-smoking."
***
Wanda settled back into the black sun-warmed metal chair and looked at the menu. The red and white-checkered awning of the café fluttered slightly in the breeze. After a few minutes of deciding, she ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, and a coke. While she waited for the waitress to bring her drink, she took a peek into her brother's wallet.
"Holy shit!" She hissed.
The thing was stuffed with crisp, new, hundreds. Father apparently didn't let his favorite starve. She suddenly realized that whenever she was low on cash, all she had to do was mug Pietro again. The simplicity of life brought a tear to the eye at times. There were also several credit cards. Wanda grinned evilly. A moment later, she tucked the wallet into her back pocket and then began tracing the tablecloth's pattern with a single black nail.
***
"Just remember Wanda, your abilities are a gift. However, they are a very dangerous gift and you need to learn to control them. In order to control them, you must let go of your anger. You need to let go of your hatred for your father."
The mere mention of the cursed name made the walls of the visitation rooms crack.
Xavier looked disappointed.
"I see we aren't going to make anymore progress today, child. I'll be back next week for our next session."
The wheel chair whirred faintly as it drew the man out of the room. The door closed and the sound echoed across the barren room. Wanda sat in a wooden chair, trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey in her straight jacket. The door opened again and she tilted her head around slowly to see who it was.
The hospital workers. Again. She grimaced at their uniforms through her hair. If she ever got out of this dump, she vowed never to wear white as long as she lived.
They approached Wanda with caution. She was not being aggressive at the moment, but the mere look in her eleven-year-old eyes caused chills to go down the spine of anyone who saw it. They attached her to the poles that kept her at arms length. They didn't take chances anymore. She was the most dangerous patient in the hospital.
*C'est la vie.* Jillian murmured absently.
Wanda snorted. The hospital workers dumped her into her cell. This cell was a new one. After she had blown up the old one, this one had been made especially for her. It was in the middle of the room, instead of down a hall; that way she could be under tighter security. It was somewhat smaller, but the roof was higher. There was no door. Whenever they wanted to take her out, they just took the cell apart. She got her food through a little trapdoor designed for the purpose. There was also the window.. The peephole the doctors would look through whenever they wanted to.
"That was absolutely pointless." Wanda hissed as she sat down against the padded wall.
*At least you and Bob got some quality time together!*
"Bob is just a straight jacket, Jillian. Get over it!"
*Sorry, Crabby. Didn't know it irked you so. Irk. Isn't that a great word? I just learned it. There's just something about it. Irk, irk, irk, irk, irk, irk, irk, irk, irk, irk! *
"Shut up!!!! You're being annoying!"
*That's what irk means! Annoy! You're so smart Wanda.*
"I try. What'd you think about what Professor Xavier had to say this time?"
*I think he's trying to use reverse psychology on you. Oldest trick in the book. It's on all the soap operas.*
"You don't even know what reverse psychology is."
*So? Neither do you.*
Wanda growled. "But seriously, what did you think? I don't really see how something that's a gift can get me holed up in this dump. Everyone I've ever known has considered me a freak of nature. I've even been a freak among freaks. I'm considered a monster even to other mutants." Mutants. That was what Professor Xavier had called people like her. "And as for 'letting go of my anger'. I can't do that. It's all I have left, but. I don't know! I do need to learn to control my power better. But letting go of my anger? Haven't you noticed how he looks when he says that?! The tone in his voice?! He disapproves. He's disappointed. It's like I'm just making a big deal out of some little stupid thing! That I don't really have any reason to be angry!"
The room shook and the metal walls beneath the padding resonated from the aura of Wanda's anger alone.
*I kinda agree with him and I kinda don't.*
Wanda calmed, awaiting her inner voice's explanation.
*It is kind of a gift, but it's a dark gift. Yeah, you are considered a freak and you're locked up in an asylum, but look at what you can do. You aren't powerless. You have the ability to fight back and win against anything life throws at you. But as to the anger part. I don't really think he understands. Which is weird, since he's supposed to be some kind of powerful mind reader person thing. He wants to help, but he doesn't empathize your point of view very well. He doesn't know what it feels like to be abandoned here by your own family and have everyone treat you like your sick or a wacko. You've been through hell.*
*You have a right to be angry. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise.*
***
There was a scream and a flash of color and then silence.
Wanda blinked and shook her head to clear it. She looked around, her heart pounding.
She had not been asleep.
For the first time, she was actually scared. She was afraid that these 'dreams' were starting to get out of hand. Why was she having them? Why was she suddenly having them while she was wide-awake?! Everyone around her was going about his or her daily lives as if nothing was happening. They were thinking of themselves and their families and jobs. They never once thought of the girl who was struggling for her sanity in their midst.
Wanda clutched her head and bolted from the restaurant, her hunger completely forgotten. Her head was pounding now. It didn't particularly hurt, but there was pain. It was a mixture of throbbing, tingling, agonizing, and stretching sensations. It was as if her mind were expanding, trying to keep her brain from collapsing in on itself.
She rounded a corner. She was coming into a less populated portion of town. She sank down with her back against a building's brick wall; half expecting it to feel like it was padded. A man came out of a building and walked on the sidewalk towards her. He shot her a nasty, disapproving look, as if her dark witchy attire made her less worthy to walk under the sun than he. Wanda stared back, giving her patented Satan's Spawn glare with half the amount of effort she usually did.
***
*What do you think is the meaning of life?*
"The meaning of what? What are you rambling on about now?"
*The meaning of life. It's supposed to be one of the most important questions in the world because nobody knows the answer.*
"Are questions that nobody knows the answer to considered more important than other questions?"
*I guess.. People pay more attention to answerless questions at least.*
"I guess the meaning of life is to. . . Do what you want to do most."
*Fulfill your dreams you mean?*
"I guess so."
*So, what to you want to do most? Get revenge or get out of here?*
"Which one?"
***
Wanda jumped up, startling the man as he walked past. The man was still walking past. These visions didn't take anymore than a few seconds. She continued walking, not really caring where she would end up. After several minutes, she stopped. And was surprised to find herself standing on one of the cliffs overlooking Xavier's Institute For The Gifted.
The wind blew the tails of her coat slowly around her body, pushing them up till they looked like wings. The wind was warm and comforting, like anger. For a moment, Wanda considered going down to the mansion and asking for help, but the idea left as soon as it came. They would think she was crazy. They would think she was dangerous and keep her there 'for her own safety and the safety of others'. She had heard it too many times before. That place would only become another asylum. She turned her back on the building and left, never to return. . .
***
*The word, I think, is pink.* Jillian offered.
Wanda looked dubiously at the rectangular object wrapped in paper, sitting in front of her. She poked it, and retreated back into a corner to observe the object's reaction.
It just sat there. Glittery and pink and rectangular.
"What is it?" Wanda questioned.
*It's a box.*
"I can see it's a box, but what it that stuff all over it?"
Jillian seemed to peer at the box for a moment before answering.
*I think it's wrapping paper.*
Ah yes, wrapping paper. Wanda remembered wrapping paper. It was colorful patterned paper that you put around presents. But this was not wrapping paper. . . It was something evil.
"But look at it, I mean it's.-" She trailed off.
*Pink?*
"Damn right! Look at it! Nothing, anywhere, at anytime, should ever be that shade of color! I mean look at it! It's gross!"
*No arguments here.*
"Why is it here?"
*I dunno. . . Hey, look at the window thingy.*
Wanda looked, and sure enough, white-coated doctors, with white artificial light glinting off their glasses were observing her and writing down her reactions. White and pink. Lord, she'd never, ever, wear those colors.
*They're probably doing some kind of psychoanalysis thingy.* Jillian mused. *I'd say your best bet is to shove the box up your shirt, throw yourself at them, and drool all over the glass.*
Wanda said nothing.
*But they'd probably consider that normal. Oh well, moving on.*
"I wonder what's inside it?"
*You're an intelligent thirteen-year-old. Open the damn box!*
Wanda did just that, half expecting the sheer pinkness of the paper to burn her fingers as she did so. The object inside tumbled out of the box and bounced off the padded floor.
Wanda looked at it. . . And her eye twitched. And she swore she could almost feel Jillian doing the same. It was a Barbie doll. In a fluffy, pink, glittery dress. Wanda picked it up and looked at it.
*Let 'em have it, Wanda.* Jillian stated without inflection.
Wanda concurred. This was really sad. She had hated Barbie dolls all of her life. They finally let her have a toy after six frikken years, and it's a Barbie doll. A pink Barbie doll.
Wanda stood up and calmly walked over to the observation window with the doll in hand. Then while the doctors looked on, she brought the doll up to her face.
And ripped off it's head with her teeth.
Wanda then proceeded to assault the doll with a fury unmatched by any doll assaulter that had ever lived before her, while Jillian cheered her on and the doctors watched in horror. Finally, the doctor's left, thoroughly convinced that the Maximoff girl was completely insane.
*I love it, I love it, I love it!* Jillian guffawed. *This is better than cable!*
***
Wanda staggered and continued walking. She smiled in spite of her self. It actually was kind of funny. The looks on those doctor's faces was priceless. Once you got used to spontaneously zoning out and having weird visions, it wasn't that bad.
She rubbed the goose egg on top of her head as her stomach growled. Ah yes. Sustenance. Feeling the bulge of her brother's wallet in her pocket she grinned and hi-tailed it to the nearest restaurant, hoping she could get her food and get out quickly before another vision began.
Wanda climbed back up onto the roof of the building she had been sitting on when she had had her second dream. It was a nice place. The sun warmed the roof even after it was dark. Nobody ever went there. Wanda had made up her mind that she was going to sit there eating her lunch, until she finished having all her visions. As long as it took.
She leaned back, the heat soaking through her body and making her sweat. She held up a hand and looked at the sun through her fingers. She would find out everything. . .
***
Here I am! Press the button and I'll let you hold my baby! Or change its diaper. Whichever you prefer. Thank you for reading this chapter! I Love You All!