Cat: Ooh, poor you. How much did you read? Oh well, it least you made up for it. ;) Well, I'm feeling a little better thanks, but I still feel rotten. Poor me. Well, this is the next chapter. Ugh, my little brother is watching fear factor and they have to put a tarantula in their mouths for two minutes. ::Shudders:: gross.
Hope you like this one. Nah your spelling was fine, I just laughed at the fact that you only had and hour and a half of sleep. Is my story/stories that good?
Thade182: Are you okay? Usually you put a lot in your reviews, or could you just not be bothered? I'm not fussed how long the review is by the way, just as long as I get one. I need reviews. Glad you liked that last chapter; this one is a bit longer than the last one. Hope you like it.
Urgh. Does anyone here watch Fear Factor? They're eating spiders, disgusting. I'd be like "Get it away from me. Get it away from me!" the thing is…the spiders are tarantulas, even worse.
Well, here's the next part. I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight, thinking that there are spiders crawling over me and down my throat. Yes, in case anyone is wondering I have arachnophobia (a fear of spiders), they're freaky man! Horrible, hideous things.
(MEDUSA) "Get on with the story Judith, and stop telling everyone about your fears."
(JUDITH) "Okay, okay. Here's the next part."
Now he's (my little brother) watching "The Labyrinth" which isn't bad at all. ::sings along with David Bowie (Jareth, the goblin king):: "Dance magic, dance. Jump magic, jump. You remind me of the babe. What babe? The babe with the power. What power? The power of voodoo. Who do? You do. What? Remind me of the babe."
Sorry, I just really like that song. ;)
Bye now.
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I wake up a few hours later to the sound of Deven crying.
I crawl out of bed, over towards the cot, and turn on the lamp on the bedside cabinet and gasp at the sight of my son.
Deven is up on both legs holding on to his bars, he looks about a year and a half.
"Mummy. Hungy." Deven says to me.
I just stand there staring wide eyed at him.
"Hungy mummy." Deven repeats, lifting both of his arms up for me to lift him out.
"Okay Deven." I say to him, I walk over and lift him out of his cot, and walk back to the bed.
I lift up my over sized top and Deven automatically puts his mouth onto my breast and starts to feed.
"How did you get so big?" I ask him. He just looks at me, eyes struggling to stay open.
After five minutes, Deven falls back to sleep again. I lay him down in his cot, but as soon as I set him down and let go, his starts to cry again.
"No. Mummy. Me out." Deven says in between tears.
He lifts his arms again and open and closes his fists.
"Me out." He repeats.
"Do you want to sleep in with mummy and daddy?" I ask him.
"Uh huh." He replies.
"Okay then. Come here baby." I say, putting my arms down to him and let him get up to meet them.
I lift Deven out and walk back to the bed. I put him between Miles and me, then I snuggle down and fall back to sleep, hearing Deven sucking his thumb.
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"What the…Nila! Wake up. You have to take a look at this." Miles shakes my arm, and I wake up groggily.
"What…what is it?" I ask sleepily.
"It's Deven." He gasps.
"What about Deven?' I ask yawning.
"He's…he's…grown." Miles stammers.
"Huh?" I ask, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
"He's…well take a look." He replies.
I open my eyes and look beside me. Deven is up looking at me with big black eyes. As I look him over I find that he's gotten bigger from last night. He now looks about five years old.
"Hello mummy." Deven says, crawling over to me and plants a slobbery kiss on my lips. He then puts his head under my chin, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
"You don't seem too surprised." Miles says.
"No, I'm not. Niran-Nyoka said that he'd be about twenty within a few days, and besides, he looked about a year and a half last night." I reply.
"He did?" Miles asks bewildered.
"Yes. He woke up crying and when I turned the lamp on he was standing up in his cot, looking about." I answer.
"Helllllooo mummmmy." Deven repeats.
"Hello Deven." I answer. Deven reaches up and plays with my long hair.
"We better talk to Thierry about this." Miles suggests.
"Yes. Let's go see Uncle Hannah and Aunt Thierry." Deven says, lifting his head up from under my chin, and looks at me with his big, tilted, almond shaped eyes.
"I think you mean Uncle Thierry and Aunt Hannah." I correct.
"That's what I said." Deven says sighing, is if to say "well duh."
"Yeah, okay we'll go and see Uncle Thierry and Aunt Hannah after I get a bath." I say.
"Can I have one?" Deven asks.
"Sure. You can have one, and then I'll have one after you." I agree.
"No! I want one with you." Deven says, hands on hips and scowling at me.
"You want to come in the bath with me?" I ask.
"Yes mummy." Deven answers.
He climbs over me and walks towards the bathroom. He pauses in the doorway and looks at me.
"Are you coming mummy?" he asks.
"Yeah. Hold on." I say, getting out of bed and walk to the bathroom.
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I open the door and Deven runs in past me.
I walk into the room, a huge yawn escaping. I walk to the enormous Jacuzzi tub, put the plug in the plughole and run the hot water.
"Deven! Stay away from the hot water. It'll burn you." I say, spying my son about to thrust his hand under the boiling stream of water.
I turn the hot water off and run the cold water.
Five minutes later I turn the water off, and check the temperature with my elbow.
I turn to Deven.
"Okay, let's get the rest of this…thing off you." I say, pulling off the remains of his baby clothes.
I lift Deven up and set him into the warm water.
"I want bubbles." Deven says.
"Okay." I say, pouring blue bubble bath mix into the water and shake my hands from side to side, creating billions of bubbles for Deven.
I take my oversized top off, and climb into the bath myself. Deven scoots closer to me and sits in between my legs, facing the opposite way.
"Okay, time to get washed." I say to him.
"I want to play." He moans.
"Get washed and then you can play." I tell him, grabbing a washcloth, and putting liquid soap onto it.
I scrub Deven down and then I turn to do his hair. I put some rose smelling shampoo in his hair, and scrub gently using my nails.
"Okay, okay. I'm clean. Can I play now?" Deven asks, after I rinse the bubbles out of his hair.
"Okay, you play while I get myself washed." I suggest.
"Fine." Deven replies, splashing in the water.
"Time to get out." I say to my son after I finish washing myself.
Deven looks at his hands and then up at me.
"But I'm not even wrinkled up yet. Let me stay until then?" he protests.
"Fine. Five more minutes." I say.
"Ten." Deven asks.
"Seven." I say.
"Deal." He replies.
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Ten minutes later, both of us are wrapped in my towel, and walk into the bedroom.
"Bathroom's yours." I say to Miles.
"Thanks." Miles says, going into the bathroom, five minutes later, I hear the shower running.
I unwrap the towel, and set a naked Deven on the floor.
I rewrap the towel around me, and walk over to the wardrobe, and pull out another towel, which I use to dry Deven down.
I pull out one of my tops from the wardrobe, and put it on Deven.
I dry myself down and get dressed.
"Wait here a minute. I'll be back shortly." I tell him.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
"To see Uncle Thierry and ask him if he can get some clothes for you." I reply, walking out of the room.
I walk to Hannah and Thierry's room and knock the door.
"Come in." I hear a husky, sleep filled male voice reply.
I open the door and look around the darkened room. I see the outlines of both my cousin and cousin-in-law lying in bed. I walk over to Thierry's side and I shake him awake.
"Wha?" Thierry mumbles.
"I need you to get me some clothes for Deven." I say to him
"Deven has plenty of clothes already." He mumbles.
"Not any more." I reply.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"Well, my newborn son looks about five years old." I answer, a hint of amusement in my voice.
"What?!" Thierry shrieks, sitting bolt upright in bed, fully awake.
"What's wrong Thierry?" Hannah grumbles from the other side of the bed.
"Our Godson is five years old." Thierry says to her.
"Huh?" Hannah asks, repeating the same thing that her husband/soulmate done five seconds before hand.
"Actually, he's only about ten hours old, but he looks five." I interject.
"How?" the soulmates ask.
"I have no idea." I mutter.
"Let's go and see him." Hannah says, getting out of bed and walking to the door in her shorts and spaghetti strapped top.
"Okay." Thierry says, yawning.
He gets out of bed and walks out the door wearing a black pair of silk pyjama bottoms.
I follow them and head to my room.
Hannah opens the door and gasps.
"Nila! Deven does not look like a five year old." She shrieks.
"What do you mean?' I ask, slipping past Thierry to get a better look at my son.
"Great Tutankhamun's tomb." I gasp looking at Deven who is now about eighteen years old.
"Hello Mother." He says smiling. He has put on Miles' clothes and they look as though they've been made for him.
As if on cue, Miles comes out of the bathroom wearing a small towel around his waist. He takes a quick look at Deven and then does a double take.
"What the hell?" he gasps.
"Hello Father." Deven says to him, smirking even wider.
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A/N: Boy, Deven's really getting big isn't he? I'm sorry Thea101, I just like people sitting in the edge of their seats, I can't help it. ;) Anyways, please review and let me know what you think of this part, I'm thinking of continuing on with this story rather than finishing it like I had planned. So you can expect quite a few more chapters. ;) Now nobody can be sad, because I'm not finishing this story for another…quite a few chapters, so you can expect to see this story for a while. ;) Aren't I just nice? I'm being very generous today.