I need to ask him for food. It's been two weeks since that one day, and I haven't eaten a bite since. I could barely walk. Now I was stuck in my den, lapping up stale rainwater and waiting. But now I knew I wouldn't be able to survive unless I asked Edger for fish. So I gathered up all of my courage and left my den. "Edger," I said feebly. "I need food." He purred. The fish by his feet was so tempting... "What do I get in return love?" Praying he wouldn't ask for what I thought he would, I croaked out, "Anything." His sickly sweet smile turned into a triumphant smirk. "Good. Eat first love, you'll need your energy for this..."

I have cursed myself a million times since what Edger did yesterday. Why on Earth did I say 'anything'? Now I knew that in the future, I would have more mouths to feed. At least I'm not hungry. But good God, I should have just thrown myself to the seals. That would have been more enjoyable. How will I feed kits? I just am praying Edger will let us go back to our regular schedule. Now I slid from my den and warily glanced at the gulls before padding to Edger's side. "Did you enjoy yourself last night love?" I forced myself to purr. "Yes. May I have some fish?" To my shock, he tossed me an entire chunk of skin. "Enjoy," He smirked. "If you come back later tonight, you'll get more." I snatched the fish up and swiftly padded towards Duchess. "Hello Duchess," I said, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. "What's wrong dearie?" She said worriedly. I hesitated for a moment, then wailed. "Duchess, it's awful! It was Edger! I'm expecting his kits!" I collapsed, burying my face into her soft gray fur and sobbing. She curled around my thin body and stroked my shoulder with her tail. "There there..." She murmured comforting words to me until I raised my head, my eyes puffy. "I'm sorry," I mewed sadly. "I just don't know what to do... He says he'll give me lots of prey if I keep coming back, and I need food, but I just cant!" "I know dearie," Duchess meowed, giving my head a comforting lick. "Just pray for a miracle, and you'll be all right."

"A miracle? Duchess, how is thinking that something is going to save me actually going to save me?"