Zack joyfully drank his new mommy's delicious milk. As she sat in the living room feeding him, her mother - Zack's mother, originally - came by. "Look at this place, it's a mess, why didn't you tidy up yet?" she complained. "Mom, as you can see I'm just feeding Zack. Why don't you tidy up yourself?" April replied, trying to stay calm. "April, I've done all the housework for you for sixteen years. Just be a nice girl and help your mother once in a while!" Now April just couldn't take it any more. "Once in a while? You want me to clean up all the time. Also, who of us has a baby to take care of?" "Well, I sure didn't get knocked up at sixteen. I wasn't so careless..." Technically, April hadn't been pregnant, but she knew someone who had: "Mom, you're thirty-three." "What's that got to do with anything?" "You're thirty-three, I'm sixteen. So you DID get knocked up at sixteen!" "I SHOULD have taken care, you spoiled brat. Just wait till Dad gets home!" Her mother jangled, slamming the door shut as she left the apartment.
Zack didn't care much about the argument. He was used to his mother, now his grandmother, he felt protected by April and was distracted by her breast. She, on the other hand, was quite angry and actually a bit worried. At her creation, she had gained memories of her parents, and most of them were bad ones. When she carried Zack around to help him burp after the feeding, she discovered that her mother had taken the last money in the apartment with her - surely for drugs. But April needed it to buy diapers for Zack, and she had told her mother several times. How could Jennifer care so little about her grandson? "You're the cutest baby in the world. One day even granny will see." she whispered to Zack. He answered with a loud burp.
Zack felt quite tired now. He was almost falling asleep when his bowels moved and he suddenly pooped. April immediately noticed. Her parents had refused to buy a changing table, so she fetched her last diaper and began to undress Zack on the living room couch. Zack wanted to sleep, not to be changed so he started to fuss a bit. "Shhh, cutie. If we don't get your butt clean, it will get red and hurt." she cooed. "You can sleep in a minute, okay?" He decided to be nice and stopped fussing. He yawned heartily as she opened his diaper and gently wiped him clean. Just when she had taped shut the fresh diaper, the apartment door opened...