I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386 New Parents: Vicious Cycle

It was one of those rare weekday afternoons when Ashton didn’t have to go into work.

The kids were in the other room, and for the first time in weeks, we had the bedroom to ourselves.

To celebrate, he decided…

He leaned in slowly, closing the distance bit by bit.

I could feel the heat in his breath, see the desire flickering in his eyes.

Finally, our lips met.

Just then, the sharp cry of two babies pierced through from the other room.

Instantly, we both sat up and leapt out of bed.

‘Mum’s coming, Mum’s coming…‘

The sound of their wailing tugged at something deep inside me, twisting my chest until it hurt. I didn’t feel calm again until I had one of them in my arms.

In the nursery, Minnie and Mickey had both woken up and were crying like the world was ending. I scooped up Minnie first–she always had the fiercer temper–while Ashton took Mickey, who was usually the calm and easy

one.

But today, something was off. Mickey was crying harder than usual, squirming in Ashton’s arms like he was in

pain.

Ashton looked stricken. He sat down and rubbed Mickey’s back gently, murmuring to him, but the baby only cried

louder.

Normally, as soon as one of us held him, he’d settle right down. This time, no matter how Ashton soothed him, he just wouldn’t stop.

‘Bring him here,‘ I said. ‘I’ll feed him. Maybe he’s just hungry.‘

Sure enough, once they’d had their milk, both babies quietened down. They lay in their cots, staring up at us with those big, curious eyes, occasionally letting out a few meaningless coos as if trying to talk back.

Since they were already awake, Ashton and I decided to give them a bit of tummy time. We rolled them over gently and encouraged them to lift their heads.

We’d started the practice about a week ago. At first, they could only lift their heads for a brief moment before letting them drop again, but now both Minnie and Mickey could hold them up for a few seconds.

Ashton, ever the meticulous one, had even made a spreadsheet to track their progress.

After a week of training, Minnie could hold her head up for 7.8 seconds, while Mickey managed 7.4.

‘Do you think the nurse mixed them up at birth?‘ I said, half joking. ‘It feels like Minnie came out first.‘

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Ashton glanced over, and I pointed at the chart on his tablet. ‘I’m serious, Look–whether it’s her appetite, her height, her weight, or just her energy, Minnie’s stronger than Mickey in every way.‘

Ashton thought about it for a moment and nodded. It was true.

When they were first born, there hadn’t been much difference between them, but as they grew, the gap had started to show.

After feeding, the two little angels stayed awake and played with us for almost two hours before finally drifting off again.

One–month–old babies don’t sleep quite as much as newborns, but they still need at least eighteen hours a day.

As first–time parents, Ashton and I had no idea that their crying earlier that afternoon wasn’t normal at all.

That night, our real nightmare began.

‘Waaah… waaah… waaah…‘

Both babies kept waking up, one after the other, and each time they cried harder than before. Ashton and I were completely overwhelmed, running around like headless chickens trying to calm them down.

A lot of people probably think that if a baby won’t stop crying, the solution is simple: just feed them.

If only it were that easy.

The problem is, with babies this young, you can’t feed them every time they fuss. At their age, they can only be fed once every three or four hours. Their stomachs are still far too delicate to handle more than that.

That night, both babies cried on and off for hours. Out of habit, I tried to comfort them the only way I knew how- by feeding them.

It didn’t take long before both Minnie and Mickey started spitting up milk.

‘Mira, stop feeding them,‘ Ashton said quickly. “They don’t know when to stop. If you keep this up, their stomachs won’t cope.‘

I was panicking. My arms ached to hold them, but I didn’t dare pick them up. Every time I did, their little heads would turn instinctively towards me, mouths open, searching for milk.

If I didn’t feed them, they cried harder. But if I gave in and fed them again, they’d only grow more uncomfortable, bloated and restless, unable to sleep and crying even more.

It was a vicious cycle, and I finally realised that feeding them to calm them down worked–but only up to a point.

“Then what do we do?’ I asked, helpless. I couldn’t stand seeing their faces red and scrunched from crying, and Ashton looked just as lost.

He picked up both babies, one in each arm, and started walking around the room.