Valen

POV

“You need to take the batteries out. Why doesn’t she stop crying?” I whined, hearing baby C scream for the hundredth time since we got her home? That one was faulty, or she needed to be placed back on demo mode, I thought as I rolled over with my sandpaper

eyes to retrieve her from her bassinet.

“Babies cry,” is all Everly offers as she shuffles up the bed and yawns. I peer at the clock. She wasn’t even asleep for forty-five minutes this time. It was 2:20 am! “You need to get that one checked. Something is wrong with her,” I tell Everly as I hand her over. Everly flops out a b**b while the baby opens her mouth like a fish enjoying my funbags, and Everly won’t let me touch them either.

I eye the baby with jealousy. My b*lls were so blue, and I knew I was never getting laid again at this rate, and here Everly was flopping those big jlicy ti**ies out in front of me every two seconds. Does she not know how full my balls are? They need emptying. Everly eyes go to me for a second, I wonder if she knows what I am thinking. I lay back down and just shut my eyes when another started screaming. Oh, how I took sleep for granted! It had been our first night at home, and I was already exhausted. No way I could survive this for? Wait, how many years do babies cry for? I groan, and Everly snickers, and I swear if she says one more time, you’ll get the hang of it, I will… I will… I will do absolutely nothing because I can’t! “Go to sleep, please! I need sleep,” I whine, pulling the pillow over my head.

Everly nudges me with her knee, and I sigh, rolling back out of bed to retrieve baby A this time. I hand her over, and Everly tries to get her to latch.