Hey! Okay, this chapter takes place approximately 10 months after the 1st one.

See chapter 1 for the disclaimer.

"C'mon Mal. Please shut up." Maleficent muttered, jiggling Mal around in her arms. The child was now about 16 months and currently screaming her head off. Again.

"Rock her, Maleficent. Don't jig her." Queenie instructed. ""Look, like this." She gently swayed Evie in her arms. Her daughter had been born about three months ago. "You would think by now you'd have some clue of how to actually look after a baby. You've only looked after her from her birth"

"Yeah alright, Queenie, shut up." Maleficent snapped, imitating her friend. "Just because this stuff comes naturally to you doesn't mean it comes naturally to all of us."

"Obviously."

"How did that happen anyway? You tried to kill Snow White, not that I'm complaining obviously, but still. Hardly the act of a devoted mother."

"Step-mother. I was her step-mother, don't forget or I'll make a potion that'll kill you. Don't think I'll hesitate, anyway, it's called being a hypocrite darling, vital to being, not evil but certainly dislikeable." Queenie said, absently stroking her daughter's tuft of hair. "Anyway it's irrelevant because Snow White wasn't my daughter, thankfully. All that sweetness and light, ugh! And she sang. To animals. The perfect picture of goodness, sweetness and light…I despise her." The queen's face took on a horrible scowl that turned her usually quite pretty face into one that needed some work.

"Mmm. I hear you, I hate anyone…n-n-n…"

"Nice?"

"Don't say that word! I hate it, hate it! Only evilness will be present in this house and MY Mal will be the most evilest girl in the universe, won't you, baby?" Maleficent hugged Mal a bit tighter and for the briefest of seconds stroked her hair.

The queen of darkness looked over to see Queenie grinning at her, Evie having fallen asleep. "Please tell me you're smiling because that child has finally fallen asleep and not because of me?"

"You know you only give Mal affection when it's in connection to being evil?"

Maleficent paused before looking at her friend like she'd lost her head. "Of course. Why would I praise her for being good? She's going to be an evil villain when she's older you need to be completely evil for that. Aren't you going to train yours to be evil?"

Queenie smiled at her daughter. "Hhmm. I'm not sure, I mean evil isn't the be all and end all, so long as she's beautiful. She will be obviously, she's related to me."

Maleficent stared at the other women, brow crinkling. "But you're evil. Surely you want your daughter to be evil as well?"

"How many times, darling? Quit crinkling your brow, you'll get wrinkles, and who wants those? Anyway, there are different kinds of evil. I want her to be evil in the sense of love; she's going to be a beautiful heart breaker, just like I was. I was never married you know, had a strong following of males, including the John the huntsman. Poor dear, never stood a chance. But I never married any of them that would break the spell. You see, the minute a women marries she becomes unavailable, thus meaning no other man apart from her husband is going to be devoted to her. Obviously that won't do, in order, my dear Maleficent…" The queen said, turning in her seat to look Maleficent in the eyes. "In order to be the queen of the female species, you have to have no attachments. Otherwise you are the second-best. And that just won't do. That's part of the reason I dressed Snow White in rags. To make it clear she was nothing to me."

"That's the reason?"

"Part of it. The other was personal pleasure, having the king's daughter scrub her own caste from top to bottom for yours truly brings a sort of pleasure." The queen smiled.

"Sadistic pleasure." Maleficent noted, finally shoving Mal in her carry-on.

The queen smiled lazily, placing Evie lovingly in a designer baby-carrier. The baby was knitted out in designer baby clothes, of course. "Is there any other kind, darling?"

Maleficent smile was nearly reaching her ears. "No. No there isn't."