You're pregnant by who?!

~21~

~The Next Day~

"Why did I agree to go?" Mya mumbled, scratching her head, before walking into the bathroom to take a quick shower, while Silas was still sleeping. By the time Mya had finished her shower and had gotten dressed in some loose fitting overalls and a tank top, Silas had woken up and was crying for his breakfast. Mya sighed, massaged one of her breasts for him to feed on, and walked into the bedroom to check on him. "Good morning, kiddo. Are you ready to go see your sister today?" Mya asked, changing Silas's diaper, before feeding the fussy baby, kissing his little head, as he ate. "Now, let's find you something nice to wear." Mya held Silas in one arm, letting him have his fill of breast milk, as she looked through his little dresser drawer filled with his clothes. "Let's go with your blue long sleeved onesie, and the shorts and striped socks," Mya said, setting Silas's outfit out on the bed. "We can go with the striped hat as well," Mya said, looking at the outfit she had laid out for Silas. Silas spat out Mya's nipple and spat up a little, seeing what she was making him wear. "What? You don't like it?" Mya asked, gently wiping Silas's mouth. "Alright, well we have a little time. Let's see what your daddy bought for you to wear," she said, carrying Silas over to the closet, where she kept Silas's clothes that looked too expensive to have the slightest crease in them. She opened the closet and gently pat Silas's back to burp him, as she pushed her clothes aside to get a better look at the clothes that practically glowed with how new they looked. "He wasn't kidding when he said he was going to spoil you," she mumbled, gently pushing through the expensive outfits, stopping at a small outfit with what looked like a tree decorated onesie with some expensive looking dress pants that looked like they had accidentally been shrunk in the dryer during laundry day. "Hm…I don't remember hanging this one up," Mya said, picking up the outfit. She eyed the outfit, and then down at Silas, who was clinging to her clothed breast that he hadn't fed on, looking at the outfit, giving almost a look of approval. "Okay, fine, but we're taking the other one for when we're going home. Mama doesn't have time to be killing a son of a bitch because he tried to snatch you away," Mya said, carefully setting the outfit down on the bed, before finally putting the breast that Silas had fed on back in her shirt. "Let's get you a bath before you put that on. You smell like cheese," Silas cooed, clinging to Mya. Mya carried Silas into the bathroom and got his bath set up, using the baby tub that Moxxie and Millie bought for him as a gift. She began carefully cleaning Silas, which was no trouble, until Mya had to wash his hair. Silas began screaming and crying in protest, as Mya gently washed it, trying to keep from getting water in his ears. "Come on, kiddo, you stink," Mya said with a sigh, continuing to carefully wash the straight black hair that stuck to Silas's little head. Silas continued to throw a fit, attempting to shield his head with his tiny hands, and trying to scratch at Mya as well. "Ow, cut it out, I'm almost done," Mya said, carefully rinsing his hair, before gently combing through it with a tiny comb, making Silas calm down a bit, feeling a little relaxed. "See? It's not so bad, you're okay," Mya reassured, continuing to gently comb through Silas's hair, before noticing what seemed to be a white streak of hair in the back of his head. "Has that always been there?" she muttered, eyeing the white patch of hair, before gently picking Silas up in a fluffy towel to dry him off, before gently kissing his head. "You smell so good now," she said, making Silas giggle. Mya smiled softly and drained the tub, still holding Silas in one arm, before she carried Silas back into the bedroom. She got Silas dried off and dressed in the onesie and dress pants, before putting a dark blue hat on his head. Mya checked the time, packed the diaper bag, and put Silas in his car seat with a blanket, before heading out of the small apartment, diaper bag and baby in hand. "I'll just grab something on the way," she said, locking the door behind her.

~One car ride later~

Mya carried Silas into the I.M.P. office, the diaper bag slung over her shoulder.