The next baby that came along for Dougal to help with was a baby human. Newt had come back to America to meet the baby, and was staying with the three people who had helped to rescue the occamy - Newt had told him they would be staying for a couple of weeks. Dougal was happy about this, because he knew that the people here would help Newt to remember to eat. The occamy were much stronger and bigger now, and Newt's diet had much improved, so Dougal was eager to find someone else to care for.
The human baby was snuffling in its sleep. Dougal noticed it looked quite like a baby dysguise (the name demiguises used for their children, given their ability to become semi-transparent), although it wasn't quite the same - it lacked the fur, and while dysguises could cling onto their father's fur as soon as they were born, the human baby tended to just lay there.
Its mother, the pretty lady with the pink fur, was sat by the baby's cradle as the child's father worked in the kitchen, making more tasty cakes. Dougal was very honored to find that he had made a cake that looked like him. Nick had been confused by the niffler cake, nipping at it and attempting to make friends, before settling for stealing the chocolate coins that had been given to the pastry, left over from Hanukkah Gelt.
Dougal was careful to be visible as he approached the lady, tilting his head and looking at the baby human. He knew that the mother could read minds, and in doing so could almost predict the future. He concentrated very hard on the image of rocking the baby's cradle, and cuddling it if it was sad. "Are you sure?" The woman said after a moment. "Do you want to help look after Isaac?"
Dougal nodded quickly, glad she could tell what he was thinking. "That would be really kind of you." She smiled. "But not right now okay, he needs his sleep..." Dougal nodded again, not wanting to impose. He patted her knee and smiled, and then went down to the kitchen to find Newt, turning invisible as he went.
"Isaac?" Newt was talking to the father, a funny smile on his face - as though he wanted to cry. "You called the baby Isaac?" "It's a family name." The father explained. "Plus we talked about calling it Newt or Newton, but Queenie was adamant you don't like your name-" "It's a terrible name for a child." Newt agreed, and Dougal climbed up his leg, cuddling to his back as though he were a rucksack. "But-" "But we wanted to name the baby after you. And Queenie knows you like science, so-"
"Thank you." Newt replied, picking an apple from the table and holding it up to Dougal. "Hey there Dougal. I thought you wanted to meet Isaac?"
Dougal trilled his agreement, happily munching the apple as Newt stroked gentle fingers through his hair. "The demiguise wants to play with my kid?" The father asked, and Dougal was proud to see that he was protective of his baby. That showed he would be a good father.
"He does. He has a very strong paternal instinct. He acts as babysitter for a lot of my creatures. He raised Nick and the occamy, and I think..." Newt frowned a little. "I think he has been trying to look after me."
There was a sound of the baby crying from the other room, and Dougal scampered over to him and turning visible, smiling to find Queenie already cuddling the baby. "Hey there Dougal..." She greeted him. "I think he was just a little grouchy...It's alright..." She rocked the child until he settled in her arms, and then made her way to the sofa, sitting down and allowing Dougal to join her. He sat beside her and patted the little baby, then reached out and gently held Isaac against him, rocking him gently in an attempt to keep him calm.
"You're doing great." Queenie smiled. "He is..." Newt agreed from the doorway, and the baby's father walked in and picked Isaac up carefully, hugging him close before letting Newt hold him. Dougal took the opportunity to check that Queenie was alright. She looked a little tired, so he quickly fetched her a pastry, pressing it into her hands.
Queenie giggled and cuddled him tightly. "You are such a sweetheart." She murmured. Dougal decided that his family already consisted of a Newt, a niffler and several occamy. He could include these people as well.
FILL: Fantastic Babies and How to Sit Them (4/6)
The human baby was snuffling in its sleep. Dougal noticed it looked quite like a baby dysguise (the name demiguises used for their children, given their ability to become semi-transparent), although it wasn't quite the same - it lacked the fur, and while dysguises could cling onto their father's fur as soon as they were born, the human baby tended to just lay there.
Its mother, the pretty lady with the pink fur, was sat by the baby's cradle as the child's father worked in the kitchen, making more tasty cakes. Dougal was very honored to find that he had made a cake that looked like him. Nick had been confused by the niffler cake, nipping at it and attempting to make friends, before settling for stealing the chocolate coins that had been given to the pastry, left over from Hanukkah Gelt.
Dougal was careful to be visible as he approached the lady, tilting his head and looking at the baby human. He knew that the mother could read minds, and in doing so could almost predict the future. He concentrated very hard on the image of rocking the baby's cradle, and cuddling it if it was sad.
"Are you sure?" The woman said after a moment. "Do you want to help look after Isaac?"
Dougal nodded quickly, glad she could tell what he was thinking.
"That would be really kind of you." She smiled. "But not right now okay, he needs his sleep..."
Dougal nodded again, not wanting to impose. He patted her knee and smiled, and then went down to the kitchen to find Newt, turning invisible as he went.
"Isaac?" Newt was talking to the father, a funny smile on his face - as though he wanted to cry. "You called the baby Isaac?"
"It's a family name." The father explained. "Plus we talked about calling it Newt or Newton, but Queenie was adamant you don't like your name-"
"It's a terrible name for a child." Newt agreed, and Dougal climbed up his leg, cuddling to his back as though he were a rucksack. "But-"
"But we wanted to name the baby after you. And Queenie knows you like science, so-"
"Thank you." Newt replied, picking an apple from the table and holding it up to Dougal. "Hey there Dougal. I thought you wanted to meet Isaac?"
Dougal trilled his agreement, happily munching the apple as Newt stroked gentle fingers through his hair.
"The demiguise wants to play with my kid?" The father asked, and Dougal was proud to see that he was protective of his baby. That showed he would be a good father.
"He does. He has a very strong paternal instinct. He acts as babysitter for a lot of my creatures. He raised Nick and the occamy, and I think..." Newt frowned a little. "I think he has been trying to look after me."
There was a sound of the baby crying from the other room, and Dougal scampered over to him and turning visible, smiling to find Queenie already cuddling the baby.
"Hey there Dougal..." She greeted him. "I think he was just a little grouchy...It's alright..." She rocked the child until he settled in her arms, and then made her way to the sofa, sitting down and allowing Dougal to join her. He sat beside her and patted the little baby, then reached out and gently held Isaac against him, rocking him gently in an attempt to keep him calm.
"You're doing great." Queenie smiled.
"He is..." Newt agreed from the doorway, and the baby's father walked in and picked Isaac up carefully, hugging him close before letting Newt hold him.
Dougal took the opportunity to check that Queenie was alright. She looked a little tired, so he quickly fetched her a pastry, pressing it into her hands.
Queenie giggled and cuddled him tightly.
"You are such a sweetheart." She murmured.
Dougal decided that his family already consisted of a Newt, a niffler and several occamy. He could include these people as well.