"What game is she playing now? She's putting it on kind of trick since mom came up with her nonsensical idea. It didn't cross my mind to let her stay. I had planned to let her feed the twins their last meal of the day later on this evening, and then kick her out. She could come back in the morning to feed them and take her ass somewhere for the next few hours until they grew hungry again.
It's not like they were just on the breast milk; they were already eating solids as well. Maybe it was time to wean them. I'll be sure to check with the pediatrician I have lined up. The sooner I get her out of our lives, the better. Now, mom had gone and thrown
sand in my eye with her suggestion.
There was no point in arguing with her, I'm sure, and she did have a point, right now our only focus should be my son and what's best for him. "Oh dear, is the pantry stocked? I know how much you hate eating at home alone, Cadmus, so I'm sure it isn't. Better have Betsy go to the store, or should we have it delivered?" She didn't wait for an answer, just continued steamrolling right over me.
"Yes, that sounds best. Come on, Diana, you'd know better than I what foods you like for the babies. Cadmus, we'll be using the tablet in your office. Come along, dear, dinner will be here before you know it, and since you're going to be staying here, you need to stock up as well. You're still nursing, aren't you?"
"That's one of the things I regret not doing for Cadmus when he was born. Back then, breastfeeding wasn't as prevalent as it is these days, not in our circles anyway. Now it's all the rage. Maybe if I'd done that, he'd have more sense, what do you think?" That's my mother, way to take my side. "Thanks, mom." I ignored the two of them and left the room in the opposite direction to show my sons the gardens and explain to them the play area I was going to have erected for them out there. Though they were just babbling to me or even to eachother I wasn't sure. But I was enjoying every moment I was living with them.