My belly was still aching, especially where they cut me open during surgery.
"Alright, bring the kids over!" All I cared about were my babies. They were the cutest things in the world to me.
Mom came over carrying one of the kids, "I've given them a bit of milk. The doctor says you should try breastfeeding them."
"I'll give it a go now!" I looked at the baby lying next to me, it was so adorable and maternal love filled my heart.
"Pass me the other one." I want to treat them equally. I had my mom place the other one on my bed. The bed was wide enough for the three of us. It was a single room after all.
The pain kicked in every time I moved a bit because of the wounds. But I tried my best to breastfeed one of them.
I was not really used to that. Mom was there guiding me when suddenly we heard footsteps outside. Then the door was kicked open.
I thought it was Jones, or some doctor or nurse. But to my surprise, it was Damon.
