“Andy… Andy… help…” Mickey frantically knocked on Andy’s bedroom door. He was holding his newborn daughter, who was non-stop crying in his arms. “Shhh….sh….” he hushed.
“Mickey…” Andy croaked soon as she opened the door. She saw Mickey standing with Daniella. “What happened?”
“I… I don’t know….” Mickey quickly answered, “She’s not stopping,”
“Oh, what’s wrong?”
“Touch her. She’s warm. I tried to give her milk, but she’s refusing it.”
Andy frowned, touching Dani’s head. “No…she’s fine,” she mumbled. The baby got no fever, but she knew right away what Daniella needed, “Give her to me. She’s hungry,” she said, yawning.
“Oh…I’m sorry….” Mickey apologized, carefully giving his daughter to his still sleepy and tired twin. It was only four in the morning. He felt bad knowing the triple
