Thank you Acosta and Badwolf1 for your reviews. Excuse the little stink bomb part, I didn't want to put the word poo in it. Sounds a little better, and not to mention funny, with that in it. I think it's called a juicy part or something like that. Anyways, enjoy this chapter.

Headaches

"Nancella, can I ask you something?" Angela asked.
"Sure hon, what is it?" Nancella said.
"About babies, what do they eat?" Angela muttered.
"Our specie of babies?" Nancella asked.
"Yeah." Angela sighed.
"Milk." Nancella said.
"And lots of it." Boclar added.
"How much should I...I mean...How much should they eat?" Angela asked.
"Three times an hour." Nancella said.
"It gets very messy." Boclear exclaimed.

Angela took on a frightened look. Nancella nor Boclar or Boclear; their second eldest son, knew that she had saved a baby from a cliff top. From what she had just heard, it was going to be hard raising a baby. Three meals an hour and alot of warmth was needed for the first three weeks. Afterwards the baby should be able to roll and bounce about like a ping pong ball. At about eight weeks the baby's eyes and face should be normal size and the baby should be sleeping alot.

"Why are you asking us this?" Nancella asked.
"I just want to know it in case..." Angela started.
"In case of what?" Boclar asked.
"In case I find a baby that needs help." Angela muttered.
"You shouldn't interfer." Boclar said.
"Let the baby go!" Angela exclaimed.
"I know it feels harsh, but it needs to be done." Nancella said.

Angela couldn't believe this. Nancella had told her before that a baby's first few hours were critical, and that there was a fifty fifty chance of it falling into the hands of a predator. There was also the case that the mother wouldn't produce enough milk to keep the baby alive. Angela felt the hatred rise in her chest and she slowly raised her head.

"I've got to go." Angela said.
"Please, do come back if you have any more questions." Nancella offered.
"I will surely do that." Angela said. "Bye."

Nancella knew something wasn't right. Angela was sluggish and pale this morning with deep dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was also frizzled out and she was shaking alot. The talk on babies and on what they liked to eat and the protection they needed was another thing that made her suspitious. Boclar had even noticed that Angela wasn't acting right. He had noticed that she was walking with a slight limp on her right leg.

"Boclar," Nancella said.
"Yes Nancella." Boclar sighed.
"Follow her please." Nancella said.
"I had a feeling you were going to say that." Boclar exclaimed.

The careful steps Angela took was not of a healthy lady full of sleep. They were the steepled, sluggish steps of a lady deprived of sleep, food and drink. And they all were inter connected to that baby she had just taken in three days ago. All it ever did was sleep, cry and poop. Nothing else, just a very fussy creature. Angela was sure enough to make it feed today, and if she had to, she'd have to force feed it. And she knew this wasn't going to be a pretty task.

The first step into her house was a headache waiting to happen. That one fell step of hers seemed to have triggered something, because the house was then shaked from its very foundation by another ravenous screaming fit by that baby. Angela felt her temples explode and she almost collapsed from the pain. Her very lifestyle was in jeopardy due to that scream. She couldn't sleep, eat or work due to that hideous scream.

"Oh man, come on." Angela exclaimed. "Will I ever get a break?"

In reply the baby let out a shriek that made the pain in Angela's head worsen. In reply Angela ran into the kitchen, retrieved a bottle and a gallon of milk. She quickly poured the milk and running up the stairs she slammed the door open to her room. The baby stopped crying instantly. It had spotted the bottle in her hands.

"That's better." Angela thought.

It was alot harder than Angela had thought it would be. The baby at first wouldn't accept the bottle, then after its first sip it had thrown up. Afterwards Angela had gotten half of the milk into the baby, and the other half all over herself. But the fun was just beginning. The baby; after causing Angela some fun with a few sounds, made a stink. After cleaning that up, the baby threw up again. Angela cleaned that up, and that was when the baby decided to fall asleep.

Boclar had been watching the entire time with shocked eyes. He couldn't believe that Angela was tending a baby of his species. No wonder she was so tired, and edgy today. That baby was really causing alot of trouble for her. He had had twelve children previously, but she hadn't had a single child. With a scowl over his face he floated away into a deep, dark cloud of sorrow, hatred and despair.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

Angela was quick to her feet. The baby, which sounded so close, was screaming its head off. Slowly standing up she walked out of her room and slowly went down the stairs. She felt like a zombie, a ghost and she felt like fainting right on the spot. Her head really felt like it was bleeding. But she knew what she needed to do. Slowly she opened the refrigerator to get the milk, as she reached inside she felt nothing. Opening her eyes a little more she saw that the milk carton was empty.

Running back up the stairs and pounding open her bedroom door she slammed on the lights. The baby stopped screaming instantly. Angela then walked over to him and without knowing it, she started screaming. The baby looked at her strangely and that made Angela more even angry.

"What what what what?" Angela screamed. "What is it you want from me? Youv'e had your milk, your diaper was changed a few hours ago and you had a good sleep. Now what do you want from me? Why are you doing this to me?"

Angela collapsed onto the floor with a sigh. Tears falling quickly down her cheeks and her body shaking ever so dangerously. The baby looked at her and with a small hiss it jumped from its baby bed and rolled towards her. Its eyes looking up at her lovingly. Angela looked down and with a sigh she fell towards it. She circled it in her arms and they both slept. A careful dreaming lady of ten years old, and a young Velexian baby cradling each other really looked somewhat cute. Boclar had no choice but to smile at this. His own children never did this. With a smile crossing his face, he floated back to his home above the river where his mate was waiting for him.

I think that last part struck a nerve in my heart. The next chapter will come soon. This is the turning point as I stopped writing this four years ago. I must say this, I love writing.