Mal POV
Today my Babies Thomas and Dylan turn one week old.

They are getting so big, Everyday.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard the twins cry.

Mommy is coming, I said as I walk into Thomas and Dylan Nursery.

I walk over to their crib, I look inside and see my babies looking up at me with their big blue eyes and smile on their faces.

Hello, My Babies, I said as I bent down to pick up Thomas, Then Dylan.

What Wrong, I said as I try to calm them down but it isn't working now.

Let's see if you need a diaper change, I said as I lay the twins on the changing table, I unbuttoned their onesies.

I check their diapers and I see that they need a new diaper.

I take off their dirty diapers and throw them into the trash, I grab new diapers and wipes.

I wipe their butts clean, I throw the dirty wipes into the trash.

I put a new diaper on them, I button up their onesies.

Thomas and Dylan start crying again.

Oh, Baby, You guys must be hungry, I said before I move my shirt up.

I move the twins closer to my chest.

They lactic on.

I move the blanket over my shoulders as they feed.