Liv Zoe and Mia piled in right behind us, arms loaded with grocery bags and takeout. “We got snacks, more snacks, and stuff that is definitely not hospital cardboard,” Zoe announced, kicking the door shut with her foot. “Also diapers because Kacy probably forgot the right size even with his tactical bag.”“I did not forget,” Kacy shot back, already unbuckling Saphira. “Size one, extra sensitive skin ones. See? Prepared.”Mia laughed and started unpacking food. “Sure, Mr. Tactical. Liv, sit your ass down before you fall over. We’re handling setup tonight. You just feed and exist.”I tried to help at first, but my body said no. I settled on the couch and let them buzz around. The first feed at home started okay. Saphira latched easy on one side while I held Sara on the other, trying the twin football hold the nurse had shown me. For about five minutes it felt almost peaceful. Then Sara pulled off, fussed, rooted around again, and went right back on. Cluster feeding already. She wanted
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