Little Rachel changed by the day. At birth, she already recognized people; on the second day, she called "Daddy" in a babyish voice, leaving Jean looking gloomy for half the day. It was not until the following evening, when she called out "Mom," that Jean's clouds finally cleared.
By the weekend, she could listen to adults talking while babbling away herself.
A day later, she very cleverly made a face at Rachel.
On the fifteenth day after her birth, lightweight sheets of paper and pieces of wire began floating under her telekinesis. Little Rachel's powers had officially awakened.
Jean did not have much milk. After feeding her twice, demand had already exceeded supply. At last, the super formula Daisy had made had found its purpose. Drink as much as you wanted—there was plenty!
On the twentieth day after Little Rachel's birth, Daisy had no choice but to sincerely apologize to Jean, because Wanda was about to give birth too.
"It's fine. Go ahead. I've got things covered here."
Jean generously said she did not mind, and Daisy began focusing on staying with Wanda. The little witch was due within the next couple of days.
"Any movement yet?" Daisy anxiously pressed her ear to Wanda's belly and urged her on.
Wanda was somewhat anxious too, because Daisy had told her that the current universe's reserves had dropped sharply after Little Rachel's birth. They had to race against time and secure their own share first. As for everyone else, all they could say was sorry.
At present, the greatest threat to Little Franklin was the child inside Galactus's stomach. That was undoubtedly a cosmic god as well, so they had to be born first. But this was not something that could be rushed. Panicking would not help.
The current universe's reserves were