The cries died down when the boys saw the familiar face. Although it wasn't the face they wanted to see, they knew that this face would bring them to the other. As if communicating by telepathy, the two boys cried again.
"I know I know... It's your mother you want," he said, rocking them gently on the way to the boss.
"My mammary gland doesn't produce milk for them to suckle on."
"Mammary gland?" She looked at her husband after placing baby 2 carefully next to her.
"It's mammary gland when you feed the babies. It's breast when you feed me *wink*."
Seraphina burst out laughing. Her husband had definitely changed.
"Who was it that wanted to run away the first time I met little Quincy? You've sure come a long way Mr. Davis."
"Those were my innocent days. Now the veil is off, I can see the light clearly. This is all thanks to you Mrs. Davis."