Dear Readers. My apologies for late chapter. I have been really busy lately and have been behind on my stories. :S

Demeter coaxed her daughter inside for dinner. Jemima followed her mother inside hoping that what they're were eating for dinner was something good.. Her favorite was tuna, to which her surprise was what they were eating. Jemima sat down and began eating.

"Jemima dear, don't you think we should wait till father comes home?" Demeter said trying to hint some manners to her daughter.

"But mother father will be home soon, and I'm hungry." Jemima pouted.

Demeter sighed. "Alright, but from now on we will wait till father comes home before we eat."

"Alright mother." Jemima chirped.

Demeter sat beside her daughter and began to eat. Moments later Munkustrap arrived home.

"Daddy!" Jemima squealed as she bounded out of her chair and into her father's arms.

A warm smile spread across Munkustrap's silver face. "Hey sweetie." Munkustrap said hugging his daughter.

Jemima grabbed her father's hand. "Daddy dinner is ready! Come on! Before it gets cold." Jemima insisted as she dragged Munkustrap to the table.

Munkustrap chuckled. "Alright, Calm down Jem." He said taking a seat. He began to eat but noticed something was bothering his mate. Munkustrap stopped eating and turned to Jemima.

"Sweetie, could you do me a favor and go wash up. I would like to talk to your mother alone." Munkustrap said.

"But dad. I don't want to wash." Jemima whined.

Demeter smiled and got out her seat and took her daughters hand. "Listen to your father dear, When you finish washing I want you to go to your room. I will be there shortly to tuck you in." Demeter said pushing her daughter towards the door.

"Yes mother." Jemima said and bounded out of the room.

Demeter collected the dishes and placed them in the sink. She ran some hot water and began scrubbing. Munkustrap rose from his chair and walked over to his mate.

"Something is bothering you." Munkustrap said.

"And what makes you say that?" She said.

Munkustrap picked up her Demeter's plate, which was untouched. He presented the plate to her.

"Sudden diet?" He joked.

Demeter smiled out of the corner of her mouth. But then turned away from him and her smile faded. Munkustrap leaned over the shoulder of his mate and tenderly pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Come." He said taking her hand in his. She sighed and tightening her grip allowing her mate to bring her into the room. He sat her down on their bed and seated himself in a chair that sat in the corner of their room.

"You'll worry me sick if you won't tell me what's bothering you." Munkustrap said.

Demeter looked down at the floor. "Our daughter."

Munkustrap laced his fingers together and placed them on his lap. He did this when he was nervous. "Yes, our daughter."

Demeter lowered her head. "My Daughter."

Munkustrap frowned. "What do you mean? She's "Our" daughter."

Demeter didn't reply. Munkustrap rose from his chair and crossed the room. He placed his hands upon his mates shoulders.

"Demeter, what are you getting at?" Munkustrap demanded.

Demeter lifted her head and looked her misty tearing eyes into Munkustrap's eyes. "Jemima may not be your daughter."

Munkustrap grimaced. "What do you mean?"

Demeter looked away.

"Demeter." Munkustrap ordered. He tucked his finger underneath her chin and brought her back to him. He leaned in so that they were nose to nose.

"Don't tell me that... He could..." Munkustrap begged.

Tears began to fall down the golden queen's face. "When Macavity raped me..." She was interrupted by a sudden suck of breath. "It was within the month we mated.." Demeter began deteriorating.

Munkustrap wrapped his arms around his mate and held her as she cried.

"Oh forgive me." She whimpered.

Munkustrap gripped his hands on her face and forced her to look at him.

"Never apologize for "that." You were helpless in that situation. There was nothing you could do." Munkustrap said calming his mate. He wiped a tear from her cheek. "I will be here for you no matter what. Even if Jemima is not my daughter I still will love her as my on. We brought her into this world and I refuse to leave this world without knowing I raised her to become a beautiful queen. I loved her the day I saw her and nothing will change that." Munkustrap soothed.

Demeter's eyes softened and she stroked her mate's cheek. "I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too." He whispered back."

Demeter rose. "Jemima is waiting for me to tuck her in. I will come to bed shortly." She said.

"Alright." Munkustrap said as his mate left the room. He sat down on the bed and stared off into space. He ran his fingers through his head fur and sighed. "Please, don't do this to me." He whispered under his breath. "Don't take my daughter."

Meanwhile.

Jemima sat on her bed, it seemed like forever. She was nervous that her mother and father were fighting. She remember when he mother and father fought one time. She ran and hide so that they wouldn't see her crying. Minutes later they both found her and calmed her. They talked of how mommy's and daddy's fight sometimes, but that doesn't mean they don't love each other, it just meant that they didn't agree with each other at the moment.

Demeter walked into the room and sat down next to her daughter. Jemima crawled onto Demeter's lap and hugged her.

"Mommy, were you and daddy fighting, because if you are then I'm mad! Because you promised never to do that!" Jemima pouted.

Demeter kissed her daughter on the head. "Oh no sweetie, me and daddy were just talking. Everything is ok." She reassured her daughter.

Jemima looked up at her mother with her brown eyes. "You promise?" She asked.

Demeter smiled. "Yes honey, I promise."

"Mommy?" Jemima asked.

"Yes?" Demeter replied.

"What happens to when two cats mate?" She asked.

Demeter picked up her daughter and tucked her in bed. "Well when two cats love each other very much they decide the claim one another as their own. So they mate to make sure to other cats that they already have a mate."

"How do they do that?" Jemima asked as Demeter pulled the blankets up to Jemima's chin.

"Well, They spread their scent on one another. So when other cats smell them they know that they already have a mate. And sometime in their life they may have kittens. Just like mommy and daddy." Demeter explained.

"When did you and daddy mate?" Jemima asked again.

"A very long time ago. When I first came her I didn't have any family or friends. Mommy was all alone. Then mommy became friends Bombalurina. And she introduced mommy to daddy. Daddy comforted mommy when she was scared at night, then one night daddy asked mommy to become her mate. mommy accepted and then later on we had you sweetie." Demeter told her daughter.

Jemima yawned. "Oh." She rubbed her drooping eyes.

Demeter smiled and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Goodnight honey."