Suckle. Suckle. Suckle.
The twins, being held on each side of her arms, were busy suckling the milk energetically, their eyes closed and looking very cute in the process.
Calista was blessed with abundant milk, fortunately. And the thought of getting those massages to stop the lactating process made her nearly throw the mammy out of her house.
Her breasts had enlarged, and in them was her baby's food. Wouldn't she be defying the heavens by denying her baby their rightful food?
Seeing them drinking milk now, she was all smiles.
Who cares about drooping breasts? It wasn't like her physique, and all that spiritual energy in her body was all for nothing.
Once this stage of life was done, her body would naturally return to its former glory. She didn't have much to worry about, like other women out there.
"The young master and mistress are drinking well," standing by the side, one of the mammies complimented with a smile on her face.
