Note: I do not own the characters of Ice Age, But I do own Chelsea and Whitney. R&R

Chapter 11:

Buck stared at Chelsea in shock

"What are you looking at? Go get the herd!" Chelsea shouted at him. Buck snapped out of his stare and ran for the clearing where the herd was sleeping. Chelsea caressed her stomach with her paw before stumbling over to sit with her back on a tree trunk. She gasped in deep breaths, rubbing her belly soothingly. 'In out, in out… Deep breaths Chelsea' She thought to herself. A pang of fierce pain shot through her body as the contractions continued. She gasped out in pain before the herd came running up to her. Ellie and Whitney were by her side in an instant.

"It's alright Chelsea deep breaths." Whitney told her.

"I am taking deep breaths!!" she yelled, gasping for air. Whitney said nothing and offered her sister her hand. Chelsea took it quickly, and squeezed fiercely. Whitney exhaled in pain but said nothing. Ellie was coaching Chelsea through it calmly (how, Whitney had no clue).

"K sweetie, I need you to push. That's good, now push again." She told her. Chelsea did as she was told. Her body was shaking with gasps as she breathed in. "Almost there, and…" And it was over. The pain faded, and Chelsea's breathing went back to normal.

"Wh-what is it?" Chelsea said gasping one last time. Ellie smiled and gave her the baby, who was wrapped snuggly in her trunk.

"It's a boy." She told her before placing the baby in Chelsea's arms. Chelsea gazed in wonder at the baby that lay in her arms at that moment. He was so beautiful, innocent and perfect all at once. And she felt like nothing meant more than this baby. She looked up to see the guys walking slowly to the tree where the girls were at. She smiled as she spotted Crash, and motioned him over. He came hesitantly, but dropped to his knees beside her.

"It's a boy, Crash." She said smiling. He smiled too and looked at the baby possum in his mate's arms.

"What should we name him?" He asked her contently. A thoughtful expression crossed Chelsea's face as she thought.

"I like Aaron." She told him. He smiled again and nodded.

"I like that." He replied. The herd gathered around Chelsea, and watched the new baby Aaron in wonder.

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Two Months Later

Whitney sighed. Again. She was stuck babysitting Aaron for Chelsea. Again. Her and Crash were out doing something, what it was, she didn't know. All she knew was that she was stuck with her sister's baby, and Chelsea wasn't coming back until sunset. Don't get her wrong, she loved Aaron, and didn't mind babysitting. But every day from lunch until sunset while Chelsea ran around having fun? Oh, uh-uh. Crash and Chelsea did something together every night. Her and Eddie hadn't done anything together since before the baby. Honestly, Buck flirted with her more than Eddie anymore. And he didn't get jealous like he used to. Whitney was getting stressed, and nothing seemed to want to work out right.

Chelsea finally came back with Crash. They were giggling and laughing without a care in the world. But they did have just one little thing to worry about. Their baby. Chelsea walked over to Whitney and plucked Aaron out from Whitney's arms.

"Hey, there! How's my precious little boy? Did you miss me? Did you miss your momma?" Chelsea said in a baby voice, rubbing noses with Aaron. Whitney scoffed

"Like he even knows you're related to him." Whitney said under her breath. Chelsea flickered an ear in her direction, but showed no other signs of hearing her. She placed Aaron on her hip before walking out without a word to Whitney. She sighed for the millionth time that day. Gosh life sucked right now.

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It was the next morning, and Whitney was busy grooming her fur. She heard a rustling behind her, and knew it was Chelsea, probably coming of hand off her baby. She turned around and, big surprise, she was right. Chelsea held Aaron out with a big smile.

"Here ya go! Me and Crash are going to go to this awesome mountain about a mile out, and I knew you wouldn't mind babysitting." Chelsea told her. Whitney knew you could see her face turn red through her thin blonde fur.

"Ya know what, Chelsea? I made plans to go to the lake today. I'd been meaning to go by and take a bath but, for some reason, I haven't had the time." She told her sister. Chelsea made her face that she made when she was upset.

"But you knew I would need you to watch him today." Chelsea whined.

"Well, I guess you'll have to ask Sid. I know he wouldn't mind." She said before turning on her heels and walking in the direction of the lake. She knew if she turned around, Chelsea would be standing there, turning every color possible. But she didn't turn around. She just kept walking.

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Whitney soaked in the warm lake, more relaxed than she had been in a long time.

"Ahhhhhhh." She said, slipping farther under the surface of the water.

"Enjoying a nice soak, lass?" she heard from the bank. Her eyes flew open to find Buck lounging on the water's edge. OMG he was there looking at her while she was bathing! Not that it was a different sight as to when he normally saw her, but still she was bathing!

"Buck, what are you doing?!" she hissed. Buck shrugged

"Same as you mate, coming to enjoy a good ol' soak at the lake." He said while dipping his toe in the water. Oh my gosh he was going to get in? Oh, oh no, she was getting out then. She quickly swam back to shore and shook herself dry. She noticed Buck eyeing her, and she turned around. Gosh what was with guys and wet girls? Ugh. She didn't look any different. Okay so maybe her small bangs were plastered to her forehead, as was her fur, defining her lines even more, but did that really call for staring? She had never thought she was much to look at anyways. She thought Buck would talk to her but instead he dropped his gaze and made his way into the water. Whitney was about to leave, but she didn't want to walk back wet and have all the dirt stick to her. So instead, she perched herself on a nearby rock and sat while her fur dried.

She watched as Buck went under water and came back up. Why couldn't Eddie play around and flirt with her like Buck? She didn't know why Buck flirted. She wasn't worth flirting with, it was a waste of breath. Soon curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to ask Buck.

"Hey Buck!" she called as he resurfaced again. He turned around and swam back to the shore. He sat down beside her and looked at her.

"Allo, lass. What is it?" he asked. Whitney didn't like him being so close, but she just sat there.

"I was wondering," she began

"Wondering what?" he said, urging her to continue

"I was wondering why you flirt with me so much. You used to flirt with Chelsea too, but not as much anymore." She told him, her cheeks turning pink.

"Ha, that? Ah, I just think a pretty possum like yourself needs someone to tell her she beautiful every now and then." He told her. She was shocked by his answer. She thought about that for a moment.

"But I'm not pretty. Eddie even seems to ignore me anymore." She told him

"Aw, it's a boy-thing, we sometimes don't know what to say around pretty girls like yourself." He told her, placing an arm around her shoulder, something he did when her flirted with her.

"But you don't have a hard time talking to me, so why would Eddie?" she inquired. Buck smiled.

"Because the worst that can happen if I say the wrong thing is I'd get hit a time or two, but Eddie could lose you for saying the wrong thing, lass" he told her reassuringly. Whitney raised an eyebrow.

"He seems like he's trying to lose me." She said. It was getting easy to let things out to Buck. He always had an answer.

"Maybe the mate don't know what to say." He told her. She smiled, but it faded quickly. She laughed coldly.

"Eddie, at a loss for words? I doubt that." She said before sighing. She looked at Buck. "When you guys are together does he ever talk about me much?" she asked. She saw something flash in his eyes, but didn't know what he had thought.

"All the time, lass. He can't stop talking about you." He told her. Whitney smiled and hugged Buck gently.

"Thanks Buck. Thanks for listening to me mope." She said.

"Anytime lass, anytime." He said as she stood up and walked away. He stared as she walked along the bank back to where the herd was staying. Gosh he hated lying to her. She was beautiful, and didn't deserve what Eddie was going to do. He did talk about her, but he wasn't talking about how wonderful she was. He was talking about their break up.