"Foxy!" You exclaimed, "give Freddy back his bottle." Foxy shook his head as Freddy's wails became louder and he reached for his bottle. Foxy held his arm out to the brown bears head, a smile curled onto his muzzle as he plopped the bottle into his mouth. Freddy began to scream as a stream of tears flowed down his cheeks.  You gently placed Chica on the couch as you reached down and picked up the bear. Chica too distracted to notice continued to play with her feet as she sucked on her pacifier.

"Shhhh.... It's okay Freddybear," you held him to your chest as you slowly rocked him. You heard his faint stiffs as his sky blue eyes gazed up into your purple ones. His eyes red from crying. You kissed his forehead, "I'll get you some more milk." Slowly you get up placing your hand on your swollen abdomen as you made your way to the kitchen. Freddy hugged your solf warm fur, rubbing his wet teary face agents it. Placing your palm on the door you pushed it open. Bon and Fred were talking and ate some leftover pizza, only to stop and look at you. 

"Star what are you doing up," Fred rushed to your side.

" You need to be resting," Bon said as he whipped the gress from his mouth.

"I know, but Foxy stole Freddy's bottle,'' Fred helped you to the small island in the middle of the room as Bon brought a stool for you to sit on.

"Guys, don't you think your taking this a bit to far," you raised your brow as Fred took the small cub from your paws. "I'm pregnant not dyeing. You don't have to do everything for me."

"Oh we know," Bon place his paw on your stomach. "We're just looking out for you."

Fred came back with a bottle as he began to feed Freddy which happily drank satisfying his hunger. You smiled at the adorable scene when it was cut of with screams of laughter. A bright yellow bear came running into the room fallowed by a dark yellow rabbit. They were no older than 6 years old.

"Can't catch me!" Yelled Gold, he held his small water gun up to his eyelevel and quirt his brother.

"Can too!" Springy replied and quirt his own gun.

Seconds later a white vixen burst through the door. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRATS!"

The two of them ran as she chased them around the island. Stopping she gasped for air and clung to the edge of it. Spring and Gold stood at the door sticking out there tongues.

"Boys," they froze and turned to you, "are you giving Mangle a hard time?" They looked at the floor shuffling there feet. Springs ears drooped to his sides as gold looked away locking his hands behind his back. "I want you to apologies to Mangle and clean up this mess so no one slips and falls."

"Yes mommy." They both said sadly. "Sorry Mangle." They then got some wash cloths and did as there mother said.

"Thanks Star." Mangle said between breaths.

"No problem!"