Chapter 45: The Suckling Genesis

The Cradle Nebula - Quantum Breastfeeding Singularity

Lynette's stretch marks blazed with trapped starlight as she floated at the nebula's core, her breasts channeling the Milky Way into twin jets of liquid chronons. The infant's third eye had become a spinning galaxy, her giggles rewriting the laws of physics into a nursery rhyme:

"Hush little cosmos, don't say a word,

Mama's gonna buy you a spacetime bird..."

Caelium, now 89% human, adjusted his physicist glasses – their lenses projecting equations that made the nebula's gas clouds dance like mobile toys. "She's compiling reality into a lullaby," he said, his voice trembling with awe. "Every suckle… it's a Big Bang in reverse."

Quantum Prison - Orion's Bottle

Isolde's scream vibrated through the nipple-shaped event horizon. You think love can swaddle entropy? Her mercury form dripped with 500 lifetimes of spite. The harder you nourish, the faster she'll–

The infant sneezed.

The universe rebooted.

Memory Collapse - 1023 AD to 3024

Reality fragmented into key moments:

1. 1023 AD: Young Caelium's soul-split scream merging with Isolde's laugh

2. 2149: Lynette's first postpartum tear crystallizing into Sumerian beer

3. Now: The infant's outstretched hands grasping for both

Lynette's milk jets struck Isolde's prison. "You wanted eternity?" Milk hardened into quantum swaddling cloth. "Here's your immortal crib!"

Final Combat - Nursing the Abyss

Caelium's equations collided with Isolde's curses:

· Wolf-Physicist: Fangs scribbling tensor calculus on dark matter

· Bronze Age Father: Clay tablet shields etched with baby food recipes

· Human Heart: His 89% hand catching Lynette's falling tear

The infant's third eye blinked.

Revelation - The Milk of Forever

Lynette saw the truth in the feeding jets:

· Isolde's Curse = Unloved milk curdled into poison

· Caelium's Soul = The spoon trying to feed the unfeedable

· The Infant = The first child nourished on both

"Enough," Lynette whispered, pressing her forehead to Caelium's. "We stop running."

The Sacrifice - Suckling the Void

They stepped into the infant's galaxy-eye together.

Epilogue - The Nursing Cosmos

*Centuries later, the Milky Way flows from 500 maternal nebulae. Civilizations rise and fall to the rhythm of quantum lullabies. In the Orion Arm, a wolf-shaped constellation licks the wounds of a scarred galaxy – while a tiny third eye watches it all, humming:

"Hush little cosmos, the debt's repaid,

Papa's equations built the crib we made.

If that spacetime bird don't sing,

Mama's milk will fix… everything."