Meanwhile, the youngest kept crying, and it was enough to make her older brothers look like they were about to cry, too.
Gara knew it was the time. He had to feed them. But there was a problem. His milk hadn't come in yet.
"Mom, it's not… flowing yet," Gara admitted awkwardly, unable to say the full thing in front of Madha and Fian.
"I'll get the pump," Wina said gently.
She carried the youngest while grabbing the breast pump. Gara quickly shooed Madha and Fian out of the room.
The pump was Fian's invention, designed according to Gara's own sketches. But he had forgotten one thing—his chest had changed, and the pump couldn't draw out the very first milk.
What he needed was stronger suction.
Suction… Humans were best at that, weren't they?
Gara shook his head quickly. Impossible. His mother? No. Those two men? Definitely not.
"Waaah! Waaah!" The eldest was crying now.
"Waa… waaa…" The second joined in, though his voice was softer.
