He crawled towards her, his small patch of white hair on the top of his head glowing in the light. Phoebe bent down, picking him up in her arms, and then sat down. As she looked into his red eyes, she could see his father in him. Other than the fact that he was smiling, of course. Phoebe has never seen Ansem do that before. Phoebe couldn't help but smile down at her son as he grabbed a few strands of her purple hair, playing with it by wrapping it around his fingers.
Phoebe bent her head as she placed her son, Malik, down on her knee so he won't be pulling her hair too hard. She started to bounce her knee, Malik laughing as she does so. As she watched her son laugh while not letting go of her hair, she thought about Ansem as a baby. Who were his parents? Did they have any idea of what he was going to become? Phoebe wondered whether or not her son will take his father's place when he becomes old and powerful enough. He could have his powers, but that was uncertai