Thirty Seven.

Tired. Hungry. Broke

That was what Isabella was. Broke. And the mother of two crying babies who was determined to suck the life out of her. She had wanted to be a mother. For a long while, it had been her dream and lifelong goal, but as she sat on her bed, staring at the pinkish face and loud wide mouths of her crying babies, she was considering rescinding the goal.

It was far too late to do so now anyways. She thought, as she lifted Samuel, who had started the whole crying fest. She had noticed that he was always the least satisfied one and always hungry. So freaking hungry. And once he started crying, his sister had no choice but to do the same.

Sighing, she tucked out her breasts from her gown, her nipples throbbing from the constant sucking. They had no teeth yet but the force at which they latched onto her caused quite a lot of pain and she had to admit it hurt.

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Without realizing. Tears streamed down her face and she closed her eyes leaning against the bed's headboard. Her m