Pregnant and Leaking

My stepsons hate me.
Too bad they're the only ones who can help.

I'm seven months pregnant, feverish with mastitis, and stuck in a snowstorm with the twin hockey players who've despised me since day one.

Then Brandon watches me crying in the kitchen. Then Andy joins him. Then somehow—somehow—they're both touching me, taking turns, working together to relieve the pressure in my boobs that's been killing me.