Little Pride

Nancella looked at Angela and scowled. She couldn't believe it, Angela had really made a mockery of what she had said a few weeks earlier. The baby was healthy, happy and it was almost twelve weeks old. The baby was a real handful too. Angela had put her entire soul into this child. Surely she would have made a few hours to herself for rest; but no she had to continuously be holding, feeding and playing with it. Boclar was even astonished, but he had a different tone to it all. He said that the baby was a handful yes, but it made Angela happy all the same.

"Nancella, can you give me a girl and a boy name?" Angela asked.
"Ah now, you'll have to do that, not I." Nancella said.
"But, I want it to have a name that resembles its species." Angela stated.
"Sorry dear, I just can't do that." Nancella sighed.

Angela slowly rolled about in the grass. Her red hair entangled in the green grass and her mouth curled into a big smile. The baby jumped and rolled alongside her and giggled. Angela couldn't understand why Nancella rejected and misplaced this child. He was just acting like a normal baby should. Angela slowly sat back up and circled her arms about the baby and cuddled it close. The baby giggled and started moving inside of her arms. Angela had to be quick, as she didn't want to drop it.

"You'll be twelve weeks tomorrow." Angela said. "I can't wait."

The baby looked up and made a sweet sound. Angela smiled and slowly, she stood up. The baby tried to jump from her arms, but Angela held onto it. Soon she was walking towards her front porch. The baby squealing all the way into the house and into the playpen it went. Angela was glad to have some rest, the baby was getting stronger every single day. It already ate five meals and three bottles a day. Not to mention hours of playtime and plenty of rest.

Angela walked into her office and taking a seat at her desk she took out a box of books. Baby Behavior, Baby Digest, Naming Baby and Motherly Tips, along with numberous others were stuffed into it. Angela slowly took out the Naming Baby and Motherly Tips books. There was alot of stuff in these that she had used already, but so far there were no good names. Angela wanted a good alien name for the baby.

It was almost seven when Angela finally gave up. None of the names in these books were good enough for her baby. No way was she going to name it Amy or Henry or Terry. She wanted something good, something that would scream out, "Hello, I was just named." into the world. She wanted a name just as good as Boclear or Boclar. She wanted something good and formal for her baby.

The baby started crying in the next room and she smiled. It was time for the baby's hourly feeding of bottled milk and baby mush. Angela had no idea how it tollerated such icky messes going into its mouth. It was enough to gag even her. The stuff stunk and it got all over the place. Not to mention, it also was a hard thing to cook. The milk was fine, it caused her no troubles, it was just that mush.

"Okay baby, din din." Angela cooed.

The baby sure did know that word, because right after she had said it, the baby had jumped up and had rolled from side to side. Angela had no choice but to laugh. It looked so cute. Slowly and carefully she picked it up and placed the bottle into its mouth. The baby suckled for a very long time. Afterwards Angela gave it the mush. Luckily she hadn't wallpapered yet.

After feeding her baby and cleaning herself up, the doorbell was rung. It was eleven thirty and it was very unuasual for someone to visit her during the night so she slowly stalked the door and when Angela opened it, Nancella floated in. Boclar and Boclear followed soon after. After a round of handshakes and hugs they went into the dining room were the baby was playing.

"What brings you guys here so late?" Angela asked.
"We thought we could give you a hand." Boclar said.
"A hand with what?" Angela asked.
"With naming the baby of course." Nancella said.
"Oh, but I thought..." Angela started.
"I didn't mean what I said." Nancella exclaimed.
"So are we gonna do this thing or what?" Boclear asked.

Nancella began with giving Angela all the female names, as she thought it was a girl. Boclar and Boclear suggested male names, as they thought it was a boy. Angela had a good feeling though, that it was her chance to name call. It took Angela a while to understand the names that she was tossing out in the open. Lithe, Lath and Gage wheren't good enough. Neither was Mange or Margoe.

"Well, when you find a name please tell us it." Nancella said.
"I will." Angela said.
"I still think it's a boy." Boclear said.
"I think that too." Boclar said.

Nancella, Boclar and Boclear disappeared into the darkening sky and Angela was left with an aching head. She had no idea of what to call her baby. The names she had called out were old fashion earth names. She didn't want to name her baby that. Nancella had given some good girl names, but she was sure it was no girl. Boclar and Boclear had given her a few boy names that had sounded good. But for some reason they didn't fit the profile of her baby.

All throughout the night Angela pondered her brain. She thought of shows, famous people and events. But nothing came to mind that sounded good. It was way past twelve when her sleeping mind told her to take a break. So, in taking the baby up stairs, she turned on her television to Prime Time. It was then that it hit her. Prime, that rang something in her brain. What would ryhme with Prime?

Suddenly it struck her. It was like a nuclear bomb. Why hadn't she of thought of this before? It was the perfect name. Slowly she got up and crossing over to her baby's bed, she leaned over the top and mentioned the baby's name in a whisper. The baby looked up questioningly, Angela repeated it a second time, but in a louder voice. The baby smiled and looked as if it wanted to jump. Angela repeated it one final time. This time, loud enough for the baby and herself to hear.

"Meldar Prime!" Angela exclaimed.

The baby jumped up and squealed. He knew his name. The baby; which wasn't to to be called baby anymore, was to be called Meldar for the rest of his life. Angela smiled at herself. She had made this name up herself, without any help from Nancella, Boclar or Boclear. She had saved Meldar herself twelve weeks ago, and had raised him herself without any help from anyone. A tear fell down her cheek and she blissfully brushed it away. Meldar; who at this time had fallen asleep, slept peacefully throughtout the night. His new name really suited him well.

Well, seems like I just told you guys the identity of this baby. Be mindful, the next chapters are both cute,entertaining and not to mention a little butmessy. Hello, he is a baby after all!