Nursing

Cali

I am pacing around Phoebe and Leroy’s chambers. Phoebe lays defeated on the bed and Leroy walks around with an inconsolable Cale on his chest. I am angry and frustrated that I can’t help. How can a baby starve to death in our presence? I am the queen for heaven’s sake!

That’s when the Epsilon shows up. It’s really weird how he does this but we have gotten used to it.

“A beautiful or a tragic story. Forgiveness or hatred shall be the decider.”

He utters his usual riddles but I have no patience for that today.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I yell at him. I have never felt this helpless in my reigning life.

“It means you feed him,” Phoebe says with certainty.

I look at her in disbelief before noticing that they are all looking at my chest. I look down and find my gown wet.

“What the…?”

“You are producing milk instead of me,” Phoebe points out, cutting me off.

“That’s just…” I halt, not knowing know how to describe this. How on earth am I producing milk when I have not given