Elena pauses, thinking before shaking her head. “Like what? I have nothing to give you, Axton,” she tells me. “I’ll bring them to see you, I promise. Please, just let me go home to them.”
The desperation in her voice makes my stomach sink.
“Tell me where they are.” I point to her food sitting on the coffee table, and she sighs, walking over and taking the armchair across from me.
“At least let me send my mother there. She knows where they are. The boys need formula, and I haven’t got enough milk stored at home.”
“Aren’t you breastfeeding?” I ask her, taking a bite of my food.
“Yes, but they’re hungry constantly, and this is the most milk I have ever f*****g had!” she growls, looking down at her full breasts filling my shirt and ruining it again. Elena sighs. “I’ve been mix feeding
