Sahara finished feeding the little boy and as she burped him, she also got out of bed to find something to wear as well. Her space didn't have much clothes left, and those clothes were not like these ones!

The ones in this room were fit for a Princess!

And weren't they beautiful! Sahara sighed and put most of them into her space, even though she hardly wore dresses…

Leaving one that seemed like it was a bit bigger as...Her breasts were bigger at the moment, and that she didn't like being in clothes that were skin-tight, she placed it onto the bed and wondered how to get dressed…It seems that she would have to put the little bundle of joy down…

After slowly trying to put the dress on, Matthew came back and took his son and finally, the idea of his name came up.

"What should we call him?"

Sahara and Matthew had spent so much time together, yet, they had not had this conversation!

“I don’t know…”

Just as Sahara finished getting dressed herself and that of her little man, the doors opened, and Steven sighed in relief upon seeing Sahara, but then a Band landed on top of him, and Steven was pushed to the floor.

Straight away Sahara was mad! “Get off of him!”

She walked over and helped Steven up and he looked at her in a strange daze. “What?”

He pointed to my flat stomach, and I turned and pointed to Matthew, who was holding the child.

Steven turned to me with questions in his eyes and I smiled at him, “We are fine, come, have a hold of your nephew.”

“Nephew?”

Sahara had already walked away, but Steven stood there, still in a daze.

Turning to Steven, Sahara laughed and took the little bundle of joy away from Matthew, who was sulky…

Putting the little, quiet boy out towards Steven, he slowly took the child from Sahara and very carefully held him in his arms.

“My nephew…”

Sahara then turned to Matthew, and asked, “And what about godfather too? We can completely trust Steven to look after him, if something was to happen to us…”

Matthew frowned, he didn’t like the idea of something happening to them! And what’s this ‘Godfather?’

Is she trying to curse us!?

Matthew stayed silent, finally figuring out that ‘Godfather’ might mean that his child will be in the care of Steven if…

“Ok, we’ll talk about it later.” Sahara said, turning back to Steven, who seemed to be in his glory.

Seeing Steven with a fox, might have been all wrong, but seeing him with a baby boy, seemed to fit him a great deal more!

Well damn, how sweet! Little man, you are going to be too spoilt, I can see it!

Hands wrapped around her then and she looked up to Matthew, who said, “It’s a good idea, Steven is after all his Uncle.”

Steven quickly looked at Matthew but looked back at the baby and cooed at him.

Sahara smiled and then made, with her spiritual essence, a baby carrier. Thinking then, Sahara smiled sneakily, that Steven was going to come in handy!

Attaching the newly created baby carrier to Steven, who looked at her with questions in his eyes, she made sure that it wasn’t too tight or lose. Next, she picked it up to be in front of Steven, making him carefully move the little bundle of joy to the side. “Sahara?”

“Mmm, it’s ok, let’s put him in, you will have to watch over him while we make havoc.”

Matthew let out a chuckle but watched in interest to the strange contraption that Sahara had brought out of nowhere. It was really strange…The cot, the clothes, now this and every other strange thing…The pool!

Matthew’s thoughts ended up taking him down a road that he suspected Sahara had already seen these things before and had not spent time when she was pregnant to think of them herself. How she acted and how easily it was made with such correctness and how she knew how to use them. Was…Had Sahara…

It wasn’t like baby carriers weren’t used here and he had seen them before, but most of the time it was just a blanket or cloth. On the rare occasion of a mother being able to use elements, sometimes a carrier may be made of rock or earth, perhaps even vines or leaves, but…This thing…Seemed to have something that…Clips? How interesting…

There was no continuous use of spiritual essence, it had already been made and no longer needed support. The materials looked different, and Matthew wondered if such a thing existed already…

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He must see if there are more things like this that Sahara knows of, as he could feel himself taking a big interest in them!

The little one was placed inside the carrier, that was now attached to Steven…In which Steven looked rather comical as he looked at all of us, including the little man.

Sahara let out a laugh and pat her little, sleeping man, she thought then that she’ll have to think ahead to make him some more clothes and blankets and stuff. Afterall, he will grow up, faster than they’ll want him too!

“We still need a name, my dear. He can’t leave until he has a name! As a father…”

Sahara interrupted Matthew, “Fine, I agree anyway…We should have talked about this earlier!”

As silence entered the room, Steven stayed, looking while holding onto the little boy, who seemed to be unnamed at the moment…

“Isn’t the father supposed to name his children?” Sahara asked, having only come up with one or two names, not even sure if she likes them yet.

“Well…Yes…This Prince…” Matthew said, only looking at her briefly, then seemed to gain some courage, “What about Abraham…It can mean ‘father of many nations’…”

Sahara raised her eyebrows and then frowned…She liked the meaning of the name but the name itself…

Losing her frown, she then said, “Ok, it’s one idea, Abraham…What about Caesar?”

Sniggering to the idea of her own child having such an important name from Earth, Sahara didn’t see Matthew frown in return.

“Mmm, then what about Kin, supposedly it means ‘golden’.”

Both of them looked at each other and just as Matthew thought that Sahara was going to reject it, because he thought that she had no idea about ‘Golden Heirs’, she smiled. “Golden uh?”

Matthew nodded. He also like Abraham, but it seems that one was a ‘no’…

“Fine, Kin, we can add the ‘g’ later! Oh, my son has a name!” Sahara got excited, which was a rare sight for both Steven and Matthew. She put a kiss on her son’s forehead, after clapping, and then turned around in a little dance…

“…Sahara?”

Stopping and going back to normal, Sahara asked innocently, “…What?”

Both men let out a smirk but didn’t say anything.

Feeling like she was missing something, Sahara looked around and blinked…

“What is it?” Matthew asked.

Steven knew, even if Sahara didn’t quite know herself yet, “Naruto went with the General.”

“…Ah! You figure out who we are ganna see first and I’ll get Naruto.” Sahara stated, as she pointed at Matthew.

Matthew became serious then and yelled out a word, bringing down both Band One and Band Two. “Are you coming with us?”

Of course, they knew what Matthew was asking, as they had a great idea on what is going on…It’s hard to not know when they were up all night finding a couple of people and protecting them and the new edition to the family…

Band Two looked at Band One, but Band One immediately bowed and stated, “If master is willing, I am willing! This one will follow you ‘til death!”

Giggles interrupted, as Naruto was licking Sahara endlessly…It seemed she had a tickle spot…Which Matthew knew all about as he let out a little smile…

Band Two then said what Band One did and Matthew nodded at them, “Then it is just us. Don’t trust or talk privately with anyone else, including you, Steven.”

Steven nodded, not entirely sure what they were talking about, and Matthew looked at Band One, “Did you find anything out on the people who were at the cold palace?”

Band One nodded, “We caught two that are now in your prison, master.”

Matthew nodded and turned to Sahara, who was now patting the little beast, who hadn’t quite calmed down yet. “We’ll go to this Prince’s prison first, there are two there.”

Having a quick search, Sahara found the prison and teleported all seven of them there, seeing not only the two people found at the cold palace, but two others there as well…

“Who’s that?” Sahara pointed at the other two.

Matthew put his hand around her and quietly said, “That’s Miss Have’s and the man that took this Prince’s place that night.”

Sahara nodded, but Matthew looked upon them again, seeing that the man was dead and the woman…

“What has changed here?”

A guard came to Matthew, and he formally bowed, “It was said that you had given a Band the privilege to talk to the woman, Your Highness.”

Sahara frowned and found herself going through the woman’s head, seeing what the guard had said…A Band had indeed come to talk to her…About…Her…

And, finally, she found out who it was!

It was the same Band that had tried to hurt her in the vast big land area!

And…It had only recently happened! Just…Last night!

“He’s right, the Band that came…Was the one that had tried to hurt me in the carriage.” Sahara stated this in a small voice, remembering what had happened a few weeks ago.

Matthew snapped his head to Sahara then and then looked at the wild, crazy, looking woman inside the cell.

Sahara sighed and then said, “That blood isn’t all the man’s…It is also hers. She looks pale and weak because she aborted the child late…The…The child…”

Closing her eyes to the sight in not just in front of her, but her mind, Sahara put her head to Matthew’s side, not wanting to look.

The child had been about four or five months along, but even at this time, the mother had poisoned herself and had on purposely killed her child and had given birth to it early. The reason she had been able to do this, was because of the ‘Band’ that had come!

Poor child, perhaps it’s lucky that it hadn’t been born…With a mother like that…

***

Six hours ago

“Your back! Did you get it?”

A bag was thrown into the cell and the woman in the cage immediately went through it, uncorked the bottle with her spiritual essence and drank what was in it straight away.

“Now it is your turn, tell me more about the Empress.”

The woman in the cell sat down heavily on the floor and the man woke up, “Uh? What’s going on?”

The woman lazily looked over to the man rubbing his eyes and then sinisterly looked back at the Band out of the cell, “Just one more favor.”

The ‘Band’ then said, “What?”

“A dagger, a knife, give me something to kill him with!”

A chuckle went through the dreary prison and then a knife was heard clanking against the floor, right before the woman that was in the cell.

Without another word, she picked up the knife and breathed out heavily…Then plunged it into the sleepy man who was in for some more bad luck…

Yes, the woman in the cell is no other than Miss Haves, whom had been here since trying to forcefully seduce the Second Prince. She had been stuck with this man in the cell for a long time, and even though he had not been nasty to her on purpose, she hated him very much!

Actually, this poor man had gone missing once when he had been gardening…He never thought in his whole lifetime that he would be treated like this by the Second Prince himself!

But, since he had taken this girl’s chastity, he could only agree when they asked him to stay with her. What else was he to do! If he had said that he didn’t stay with her…They had said quite frankly that he would be killed…

In time, if they get let out of the cell, she would be all he’s got!

Over this time, it was obvious through her actions and words that this miss was indeed somebody, not a nobody like himself, and so he thought it wise just to wait out the time and hope that they get out soon…He missed his family…

Having been able to send two letters off, over all this time, he thought that it had not been very nice, and he was angry with the Second Prince immensely!

For a nobody like him, he had not complained, as he felt like if he did, they might punish him severely.

…But he felt like he didn’t deserve this treatment at all!