Sitting on a stool by the kitchen table Gina smirked to herself. Britanny hadn’t really been eating much except carrots for the past month, and it had been a nice big fat relief to Gina’s wallet.
Carrots were much cheaper than cans of tuna.
But with that soon came a realization. Now that Britanny had the babies, her hormones would start to go back to normal... And then NO tuna in the household would be safe. So she’d best make a sandwich NOW while Britanny didn’t have the stomach for it!
“And now just the final touch, and it’ll be complete,” Gina chuckled gleefully. The sight of the piled-high tuna sandwich was a beautiful thing. It had been years since the sensual genius had gotten a good tuna sandwich for herself. “Oh, I'm going to enjoy this...” Gina thought as she placed down the top piece of bread of the foot-long sub and prepared to chow down... When, speak of the devil! The very sister she was thinking about walked into the kitchen, a child in each arm.
Gina smiled a bit as she eyed Ranma, the son that no one knew was coming... And Britanny was coming right towards her. Perfect. “Hey, Britanny!” Gina greeted as her sister came over with her newborns. “How’re you and the babies doing?”
Britanny eyed her sister with a ‘What do you THINK!?’ look. “I’m tired and they’re hungry... Again”
Ranma frowned lightly. He didn’t mean to tucker his mother out... But she felt so good and he wanted to be held and loved, and just be fawned over. He never got that before in his previous life so he was going to try to enjoy it while he could this time.
“But...” Britanny continued after a moment. “I guess its part of the territory,” The werecheetah added, smiling at the two babies fondly.
Ranma smiled and nuzzled against his mother, noticing Tifanny did the same on the other side.
Gina chuckled at the sight of the happy mother and newborns. “Then why come into the kitchen to feed them? I don’t think they’ll be using the fridge anytime soon,” She said to her haggard-looking sister.
“Well I might consider formula for Ranma... He keeps... Nose-bleeding every time I pop out a breast to feed him,” Britanny explained, sounding rather perplexed by the situation. “I swear my fur there is gonna turn red.”
Gina blinked her eyes as Britanny switched the babies to one arm and pulled the high chair from the corner of the kitchen to the end of the table where she’d been making sandwiches. “Nose-bleeding?”
“Yeah...” Britanny said seriously. “It’s like... He’s embarrassed or something...”
“Could you blame me?” Ranma though to himself... And then blinked as he noticed his mother was letting him down. “Wait, what?”
Ranma only had one way to voice his displeasure of his mother putting him down. “Wuh-WAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“GAH!” Britanny yelped and pulled her son back into her arm. “Oh boy...”
Sniffling, Ranma calmed down considerably as he felt his mother holding him to her again. He just didn’t feel right when he wasn’t close to either his new mother or father. Odd, he always felt himself independent, but right now he wanted nothing more than to be with his family.
“Guess he’s having a ‘Mama Want’ moment, as Jetta coined the term,” Brit murmured.
Ranma blinked his eyes. “Mama Want?” His expressive blue eyes looking up his mother, Ranma decided, yes, he could agree to that. He nuzzled his face against her and started purring again, content she was with him.
“Well now he’s happy,” The werecheetah said with no small amount of relief, but unable to keep a small amount of pride from reaching it as well. It did make her happy to know her children obviously loved her.
Gina chuckled at the sight. “Watch out, Brit. I think we got a ‘mama’s boy’ on our hands.”
Smiling down at her children, Britanny couldn’t help but just look at her precious children...
...But it was then that the werecheetah’s nose picked up a scent! “...I smell tuna...” Her head slowly cocked around the kitchen... And then eyes latched onto the sight of the super sandwich Gina was finishing.
Seeing her sister eye the sandwich with a greedy gaze, Gina chuckled nervously. “Well, you haven’t been eating it for the past month, and these cans have just been sitting around...” Deciding to switch tactics, Gina said, “Brit, need help putting him down? I’ve been looking up on how to prepare formula, and I can help you.”
“You do that...” Brit’s eyes were still zeroing in on the tuna goodness.
Frowning at how Britanny was more content with looking at the sandwich, Gina continued. “Better yet, I’ll teach you...” The blonde said as she motioned for Britanny to place Ranma down. “You can feed Tif and watch as I make the formula.” THAT would keep the recovering werecheetah away from Gina’s hard-earned tuna!
Ranma frowned. He didn’t WANT to be put down... But the blonde was right. He WAS getting hungry...
Nodding her head, Britanny turned to look at her sister. “All right.” She gently puts Ranma down onto the counter, before shifting her daughter so she was more comfortable in her arms. The werecheetah then pulled down the left pull-open strap of her blouse, freeing a large milk-filled breast that Tifanny latched on and began to drain. “Eager li’l girl...” She said lowly.
Gina frowned a little as she looked at the way Britanny put her son down on the table. “Okay Brit. First off, never just lay your baby down up high without some sort of guard.” She picked up the little male werecheetah in her hands. “He might roll over and fall off, hurting himself.” The elder Diggers sister explained as she placed the little werecheetah down into the high-chair at the end of the table with her sandwich stuff before strapping him in.
Britanny sighs, knowing Gina was right but was a tad annoyed at having it directly pointed out to her. “Right, right... Now about this formula.”
“Yes, the formula...” Gina said as she went to one of the cupboards and opened it. “You have to mix it with water, but it’s supposed to be better to mix it with real milk...” Gina found the box and pulled it out. “But they only say that you should wait for the baby to be two to three months before mixing formula with milk.”
“Still...” Gina looked over at Ranma as he squirmed in his seat. “I think he can handle it. He's a werecheetah, and so I think certain aspects SHOULD be active... But I’ll never know unless I check the little guy out...” Gina said slowly, hoping to set up this talk to get Brit to allow her to study the little guy.
“Gina, do you ever quit?” Britanny aked dryly as she held Tifanny, whom was still nursing heavily... Especially since she’d no longer have to share with her brother for the most part...
“But Britanny,” Gina tried as she shook the box of formula at Britanny. “He’s the first and possibly even the last baby male werecheetah I’ll see in my lifetime. And he was born in his HYBRID form. Who knows when that could have done to change him?” Gina tried to reason. “HELL, none of us even knew he existed until the last possible minute when he was coming out between your legs!”
Ranma winced a little. Geeze, did his ‘aunt’ have to be so graphic? And when were they going to hurry up with that formula!?
Britanny face-palmed with her right hand, her left arm still cradling Tif. “Gina... I KNOW how you get with your ‘study subjects’... And frankly, it doesn’t reassure me. You get too impulsive with your curiosity most of the time.”
With a pleading gaze in her eyes, Gina looked up at Britanny. “Come on, he’s just begging to be studied! And I promise, I would never hurt him...” She then mutteredu nder her breath, "Intentionally anyway...”
“I HEARD THAT!” The Werecheetah yelled, and then regretted it as she felt Tifanny shift uncomfortably. “J-just make the dam-darn formula, Gina!”
Gina frowned. “Okay, okay!” Yeesh, looks like her hormones hadn’t settled yet. So as she went to get a small pot that could be filled with the powder and some milk, Gina continued, “I am always very careful when it comes to my projects concerning family, Britanny. I didn’t let you get atomized when I had you using the Phantom Ring, did I?”
Of course, Britanny never knew the full danger to begin with, but it was all in the name of science...
“You didn’t even tell me what it could do!” There werecheetah snapped at her sister. “Not until I nearly overloaded it at Civ Alpha!”
Ranma squirmed a little bit more, all the raised voices were getting to him, as if he could FEEL the tension in the air.
Tifanny seemed to feel it as well, as her suckling slowed down to a faint trickle from Britanny’s breast.
“Oh, but you got use out of it anyway...” Gina said slowly as she placed the small pot atop the stove and flipped it on. She’d give it time to warm up as she went to the fridge to get milk.
Eyes narrowed, Britanny still glared at her sister but eased off slowly... Her Mommy senses telling her getting mad was not going to go over well with the kids.
Gina winced. “...Sorry if I caused you trouble Brit...” The elder sister apologized. “I was just hoping to check Ranma out more fully... I mean, you didn’t mind me giving you an ultrasound with Tif...” And Gina was still surprised Ranma never showed up there either.
Ranma still squirmed in his seat, calming down as the audibility of the voices toned down.
“Ultrasound is fine but...” The werecheetah mother let off a sigh. “Maybe later. Right now I just want to feed them.”
Gina nodded. “Right,” She brought the box and the milk carton over to the stove, lightly tipping both over and letting them come out through the parts of the wax-cardboard which made a spout. “Remember, equal parts.”
Nodding her head, the werecat mother answered, “Right, go on.”
“Make sure it’s simmering,” Gina said. “You never want this boiling. Babies are sensitive to heat.”
Again, Britanny nodded her head. “You got it.”
Little Ranma nodded his head to that as well. He remembered the shock he had that morning the bathtub.
And it was then his baby stomach let out a growl. Man, he was hungry. He couldn’t wait any longer for... Wait a minute...
Gina reached over to the utensil holder, taking a rubber spatula and slowly stirring it as both the milk and powder in the pot. “Make sure it’s thoroughly mixed. You don’t want to give the baby a gas-bubble.”
“Amen to that,” Brit nodded her head while making a face.
Looking over her shoulder, Gina smirked at Britanny. “By the way, you may want to be careful with how fast you feed Tif. She might get a gas-bubble from all the air she takes in as well as your ‘milk’.”
“I see...” The werecheetah carefully pulled the infant from her breast and slowly pat her back to burp her.
Tifanny blinked her eyes twice before letting off a small burp... And then she went back to suckling.
“See?” Gina asked. “All things in moderation...” The blonde genius smirked. “Except sex... Which is what I’m pretty sure it took for you to have these two little guys with Stryyp.”
Stopping his current action for a moment, Ranma rolled his eyes. Why was his aunt such a pervert?
Although Britanny had the decency to blush, she wasn’t going to take that lying down. “Like you’ve got room to talk, you horny nerd.”
Slowly, Gina looked at her sister... And frowned. “In all honesty... I can’t remember the last time I let go concerning sex, it’s been so long...” She admitted.
THAT made Britanny raise an eyebrow. “...Now I see what Bri was talking about when she mentioned something about taking you out clubbing for your health.”
Gina’s eye twitched. “I do not need my sisters trying to find dates for-CRAP!” Gina took the pot over onto the cold burner as the other one was starting to make it boil. “Shit, better give this time to cool down.”
“Watch your mouth, Gina! We have innocent ears present!” Britanny admonished motheringly.
Gina winced. “Sorry. But it’s not like they can understand anyway, Brit.”
“That’s what she thinks...” Ranma thought as he continued to nourish himself
“Anyway...” Britanny started slowly, changing the subject back to the task at hand. “Isn’t that stuff cooled down enough so it can be bottled? Ranma’s gotta be starving by no-holy crap!” Britanny yelped, blinking her eyes rapidly as she stared at what her son was doing.
“What do you mean?” Gina asked. “I need to give it time to cool, it was starting to...” Gina blinked her eyes as she saw what Brit was staring at.
Holding his little hands to his face, Ranma gummed down the last of the foot-long sub, his belly a little distended from the sheer amount of food he’d eaten compared to his little body; tuna all over the corners of his mouth.
Gina wanted to be angry, but this was just a baby... Who could eat solid foods. “Oh yeah... He’s DEFINITELY your kid.”
“How the... How’d he gum that monster tuna sub down!?” Britanny exclaimed in shock.
“I’ve no clue...” Gina looked at her sister slowly. “All the more reason to test him?” She suggested softly.
Britanny considered that for a moment. “...I give... But just ONE... And tomorrow.”
Gina grinned and rubbed her hands greedily. The look on her face gave Ranma a steady chill up his little spine.
“BUT... If he cries just ONCE!” Britanny gave her older sister the same look when she made Gina promise to bring Stryyp home in one piece.
Ranma blinked his eyes. Once, huh?
Gina chuckled nervously. “I... Sorry, Brit. Can’t prom-”
“WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Britanny face-palmed.
“...Good set of lungs the kid’s got on him...” Gina said slowly to her sister.
Taking a moment to undo the seat-belt of the high-chair, Britanny carefully picked Ranma up and cradled him to her. “Aww... It’s okay sweetie, it’s okay...”
In his mother’s soft embrace, Ranma sniffled as he tried to calm himself down. Man, he did NOT want that woman doing any ‘tests’ on him.
Gina smirked a little as she watched Ranma nuzzle up to Britanny. “Definitely a ‘mama’s boy’.”
“Yup,” Britanny nodded her head as she cuddled her son AND her daughter to her closely. She then slowly turned her head to Gina. “And sorry, but the ayes have it. NO tests.”
Gina pouted. Phooey. Oh well... She’d need to give them a physical check-up sooner or later...
After a moment of holding her babies, Britanny soon spoke up again. “Well, is the formula ready?”
Gina gave her sister a flat look. “Like he could eat it right now?”
Ranma let off a burp, as if agreeing that yes, he was fine right now.
“Point,” The werecheetah agreed. “Just put it in the fridge for later then.”
Gina nodded as she did as her sister asked. She’d better keep an eye on that kid...
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