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“I need another towel like this,” I pointed as I laid Hannah on the bed and took her diaper off.

Evan quickly brought in a fresh towel and he cut it to the size I wanted hurriedly. Hannah’s messy diaper was taken from me. Once she was clean and dry, she started to fuss again stating she was hungry, so I put her back on the breast.

“ALL she does is scream,” Evan mourned. “That’s normal,” I told him. “It’s worse with babies on Earth because they can’t speak, so you never know what they want.”

“She’s going to kill us. I can feel it,” Evan said flopping next to Damien.

“Who’s going to kill you?” I asked. “Nu-reeh, she told us she would have our heads if anything happened to the girl. I’m sure she won’t Like all the screaming. We are dead men,” he moaned.

Christof Laughed. “She told us the child would call out when it needed things,” he reminded them. “She said we would be in trouble if the child was left wanting or was harmed. The girl is happy now. We must just help Ciara keep the child fed and happy.”

Evan grunted and Damien put a comforting arm around his shoulders.

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“We have survived worse, I’m sure,” he said.

Hannah sucked until she was full and then she was back asleep in my arms. I tried to put her down and she cried out.

“Perhaps you should hold her,” Christof offered helpfully. I turned slightly and kissed his cheek. In return he leaned down and kissed at my shoulder.

Slowly, I maneuvered myself back up the bed to Lay down. Wincing and moving carefully I finally made it. I placed Hannah to lay over my upper stomach and chest.

“You are in pain,” Christof appraised watching my face as I moved my ‘legs around.

“Birthing is hard for humans and I’d never done it before today,” I said trying to find a comfortable way to lay.

They brought in the cream again. The bulky towel between my legs was removed and they coated me in the healing salve. Kein took Hannah’s time to rest as an opportunity and he was the one who coated my nipples.

“I miss them already,” he sighed lingering on the sensitive tissue.

“If Nu-reeh catches you playing with Hannah’s food source…” Damien threatened while watching the main room.

Kein sighed and backed away, but I was pleased. He had used the name I had given our daughter. Hopefully Nu-reeh would not try to change it.

Christof stretched out beside me and looked into the sleeping face on my chest. I looked down at Hannah, too. Dry and clean you could really see her resemblance to Damien. Her short tuft of hair was almost blue it was so black. The shape of her face also resembled his strong lines.

“You are right,” he said, “the hair is like Damien’s. When they are open, her eyes also look Like his. From what the women said that is a good thing. Damien made a strong daughter, she has survived well.”

I winced at the Last statement and watched Christof closely. He stroked my cheek in comfort.

“She will live, Ciara,” he whispered. “We will help you. Rest now, though. When it is time to eat again we will wake you.”

We had a late supper inside the apartment after Hannah was fed next. My men had a new warm outfit to put me into. Nu-reeh had given it to them.

The new outfit was still flowing, blue, and nearly see through. It was made of the thick warm fabric we were used to and it was stitched with their symbol. The main difference was the top. The front was made of several Loosely overlapping panels. I could wiggle a breast out and feed Hannah and still stay inside my clothes.

My men grudgingly admitted they would not have thought to order such a thing. Nu-reeh was a wise woman. They would have to thank her for her foresight.