Thanks Egyptian princess of 1290 bc and Seryblack for your reviews, you're so kind hehe. :D
I still don't know what to call the baby...lol! So I will quickly put a name in as soon as i have to put the baby's name, so it will be pot luck. Lol.
Note: Short Chapter due to the fact I couldn't think of much : (
Here goes:
The time came around to when they could take little Lily home along with Angela. As soon as she arrived home, Angela flew herself onto the bed and slept for four hours straight. This meant John had to look after Lily himself. He poured some processed-milk into a bottle and began to feed it to the little hungry baby. She took it appreciably, but soon after opened her mouth and screamed as much as her lungs could take it. Angela awoke at an instance and rubbed her eyes. She came into the kitchen in a slight daze and took the baby from John, patting it's back until it burped, then handed it over to John again and then went back to bed. John was amazed, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with his daughter while his wife could just solve it with a click of her fingers!
Angela looked rough, her hair out of place, eyes sore and red from crying. He couldn't understand why she was crying when she'd finished the birth. Once the baby shutted up, he placed her in the cot in their bedroom and tried to talk to Angela, he nudged her.
''Wake up, i need to talk to you'' John said, placing himself on the bed.
''What?'' Angela asked, bringing herself up.
''What's the matter with you Angela, you're not like yourself. You gave birth to our daughter and well, after that you've just been crying, not really taking much notice of her'' John replied.
''I'm not like you, I--I'' John butted in.
''You're so good at being a mother Angela! Why can't you just go with it?''
''I...i just have no feelings for the baby what-so-ever. Call me selfish and mean, but she means nothing to me John. I may of given birth to her but that's it. I look at her and she looks at me, but there's no mother-daughter response. She's...just a baby John. I feel so depressed, I've only felt like this...after...after my sister died.''
John was struck - in the heart. He couldn't bear to here anymore. Was it so that Angela didn't love her child? And that she would give John the full responsibility of looking after her, when perhaps Angela declares a divorce later on in the future? Thinking about it just made him depressed.
''I'm gonna make you the mum you should be'' He said and with that he walked out of the room to bring their sleeping daughter in.
''Look at her Angela. She is you. You are her. And there's nothing you can do about that. She is your daughter and you have to understand that. Look after her Angela, be someone she can look up to. Not like my mother, she was never there and only referred to me to insanity clinics. Whereas, you're gonna be different Angela, i know it''
With the powerful words John was telling Angela, it would make anyone cry. Tears flowed down her cheeks like water from a cascade.
''Take her Angela'' John said and passed the sleeping baby to Angela.
''If you don't feel anything, tell me so and I will get you medical treatment to it's best ability. If you do feel something, you can overcome his. You are a strong person Angela. What's it gonna be?''
