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Cadence

Hazel

My girls

Crying So

On my feet, I rush down the small hall and peek into her rooschair in the corner of the rooether, sitting in that chair, that’s affecting me, well it is, but not as much as the short shorts and sheer tank that Cadence is wearing Or the fact that her full breast is bared as she feeds our daughter

I don’t know if there are protocols for this kind of thing, but I need to be close to them Both of them My feet carrybeside the chair I lower er My little girl looks at ht Not just o that this little girl would steal my heart in acrazy Now, as I sit here on hter’s bedrooer andher eat from her mother’s breast, I know better

This is love

Is it possible for h it could explode at any second as I watch the two of thery,” I say, my voice thick

“Yeah We’re still working on the sleeping through the night thing,” Cadence replies, her voice soft “She’s done it a few times, but this little stinker loves to eat”

“I should have let you feed her,” I say, as the guilt washes over me

“What? No, she would have done this if I would have breastfed her She’s a little piglet” There’s nothing but love in her eyes as she glances down at our daughter “You’ll get it figured out, won’t you, baby girl?” she asks Hazel, with a s her lips

The roolow of a s on the dresser It’s just enough for me to make out the features of the mother of my child She’s beautiful More beautiful than ht here, in her tiny pajamas, her hair a ives our daughter the nutrients she needs to thrive, she’s never looked more beautiful I know that in this lifetime, there will never be a moht here Right now