I smiled. “Yeah, they are hungry.”
“But I can’t make any more milk come in!” Amy sniffled, pushed to tears.
“Nonsense,” Becca said calmly. “Either more milk will come in or it won’t. If it doesn’t, you can use formula. There is nothing wrong with that.”
“But nothing’s coming!”
“It will,” I advised. “They’re increasing their demands with cluster feeding. It’s a growth-spurt thing. And once you adjust to their demand, they’ll grow again and it’ll happen all over again.”
Becca nodded. “It was hell with Emily. That first cluster feeding, I felt like I was going insane. But then it evened out.”
“That was with just one baby,” Amy protested. “I’ve got two.”
“And you’ve got two sources, right there,” I said and pointed at her. “Feed them in tandem and your milk productionwilleven out. Or, like she said, add formula.”
Amy sighed, shaking her head as she adjusted the pillows for the twins to go to her again. “This is…”
“Rough,” I filled in for her. “But you’ve got this, Mama.”
She huffed at me as Nadia brought Sophia over to her. “How’d you learn to be so chill and cool like this?”
I shrugged. “Part of the job description.”
“Nah. Not all nurses are as easygoing as you, Hannah.” Becca shook her head. “One of the nurses in the maternity ward when I had Emily was this absolute nightmare. Like Atilla the Hun or something.”
I laughed. “Well, not everyone is cut out to be a nurse.” I frowned quickly. “I mean… It’s not like I should talk. I’mnota nurse.”
“But you will be,” she argued. “If you want.”
I raised my brows.
Amy smiled as the babies latched on. “Yeah. Dmitri will pay for you to go back to school.”
“Oh. Well, uh…” I rubbed the back of my neck, instantly embarrassed. “We’re not… He’s not…”
All three women smiled.
“Yeah you two so are,” Becca teased.
“And he totally is,” Nadia chimed in.
I furrowed my brow.
“No one’s going to be asking you for details,” Amy said. “But it’s obvious you guys are getting”—she cleared her throat—“close.”
As close as a man and woman can be.
“Oh.” My cheeks heated up. “I didn’t realize it was already common knowledge.”
Becca sat and rubbed her baby bump. “It’s not. It’s not like those guys go around kissing and telling. We can just tell.”
“How?” I crossed my arms.
“The way you smile when anyone mentions him,” Amy answered.
“Or”—Nadia smirked and pointed at me—“the way you try not to smile and roll your eyes when anyone mentions him.”
“With how grumpy he is,” Becca said, “I bet he can either drive you crazy or make you crazyabouthim.”
